Just when I think we are all just so sophisticated that we dare not eat chitlins anymore (I actually can’t eat them since my mom was Muslim friendly and didn’t put no pork on my fork) or remember that we used to eat pickles out of a murky jar from the corner store for a quarter, my faith is renewed and I can suck my teeth like old times.
Please explain this whole Lisa Raye and Premier Minister whatever business. Are they high up or are they the couple down the street that would be fighting in the street one day and dancing to Barry White at the backyard barbecue the next? I guess we assumed that you couldn’t be both when we were young. I assumed that once you left the ‘hood, you just LEFT the ‘hood. But how very Gypsy Rose Lee of me to believe that line of bull products. I guess you can still save your cooking grease even if you live in a mansion.
I don’t advocate domestic violence but we all know that this “fight” between these two was not just one dude going Mike Tyson on his girl but rather a woman who probably takes her earrings off and puts them in her earring holder and whips out her travel size Vaseline in a minute. This was a mutual throw down. I’m not telling you anything new.
But here’s my grievance, kids. Why are you acting like damn fools in public? I know vanilla people do it to but that does absolutely not make it right. At a time when the world is changing (I just laughed at Robert Downey, Jr. in black face - a pure hearty laugh! Renaissance High School 1992 Tureka Tara Turk is not happy with me) isn’t it time we try and change a little with it? Must we issue our therapy to paparazzi? Is that the place we’ve decided to hold our courts now? Case in point: Miss Thing has released her pictures to Essence.com. While I am confident Lisa Raye is going to prevail in these shinanigans (even if Da Brat has to come and “conversate” with old boy), there’s no need to show me your Friday the 13th Make Up Award winning photos. None. Keep your iPhone photos on your iPhone (Miley Cyrus, this means you) and resist the temptation to run your own campaign. My brain is full of enough miscelleanous information as it is. Please refrain from adding more (this means you, McCain and your hardee har jokes about campaigning. You’re not it, dude).
I’m looking for more examples of black love, Lisa and Michael. Can you please go sit down and have some Better Made chips and a few bottles of Boone’s Delicious Apple with Shaunie and Shaq? Thanks.
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