There's this chick on Facebook I'm friends with but not really friends with ... if you catch my drift. She sent me a friend request but falls under the category of I-know-of-you-but-don't-really-know-you. To friend or not to friend, that is the question. After figuring there's no reason not to friend her (like she's a snoop for a frenemy), I friended the chick.
What did I get out of this deal? A surplus of photos featuring her interesting looking toddler and questions. Yes, questions. Every day she poses at least one question to her Facebook friends (i.e. What shows are you looking forward to this fall? Do you watch football? What is your favorite video game?) Maybe she feels guilty for the baby photos but it's an interesting use of Facebook nonetheless considering most people post information that is either TMI or an obvious ploy for attention (i.e. So over it ... or the always popular I'm-going-to-post-melodramatic-song-lyrics-that-match-my-feelings).
Considering our real world non-relationship, I never felt compelled to comment until today when she posed the query:
Happiness is ...
Happiness. As the kids say, smh. Ever since I can remember, I wanted to be happy. I bought thousands of dollars worth of clothing, accessories, makeup, this, that and the other in the holy quest for happiness. I've drank thousands of bottles of liquor, wine and beer. Doomed to fail relationships, packs of Parliaments, gallons of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, pounds of peanut butter fudge, bags of Combos, pounds of sticky-icky marijuana, all in the quest for happiness.
It wasn't until recently I realized happiness isn't a destination, it's a mode of travel.
Dear God, I want to be happy!
Well then be happy already, what are you waiting for?
Maybe realize isn't the best word because real life ain't like the movies. I need to be reminded daily of this happiness is a mode of travel sentiment. So, the words are posted on my fridge. However, when you see something day-in-day-out, your mind tends to unconsciously hit the ignore button, especially when moving throughout life on fast-forward. So, when the real deal sadness hits me late at night (dark things always come out at night, don't they, when it's quiet and time for bed), I remind myself to do my best, change what I can, and be happy about the happy things in my life. If I repeat it enough, I'll believe it, hopefully. Simple enough, right?
My Facebook friend's query got me taking happiness one step further after someone commented, "A life free from responsibility." Hmm. Sounds lovely, right? I could be sitting on a tropical island somewhere, drinking a mojito and fueled by a drunk buzz, the kind where you think you have all the answers. Maybe I'd jet set around the world to all my dream destinations.
What's your dream scenario? Living in a cabin in the middle of nowhere? Big city socialite life? Movie star? Famous athlete? Out of debt and rich-as-Romney?
Nothing will be as perfect as it is in your mind. No scenario is free from negatives. What's the point of focusing on an unattainable dream in hope for a life free from anything negative? You'll miss out on life, on the right here right now.
My tropical island will have days where it storms or there's a shortage of mojito or I'm violently hungover from drinking mojitos constantly. Frankly, I get bored laying on the beach for extended periods of time as it is. I am a homebody who has a sell-by-date on vacations of about 3-4 days before yearning for home, where I am happy for a day, possibly two, before yearning for vacation again. I don't care for interaction with people but get lonely from time to time. The middle of nowhere could get lonely and buying the bare necessities could be difficult.
As Americans, we unconsciously want more. I got a raise so I can buy more things but now I am buying more things I will need another raise to get even more things.
Also, there's the tendency to want to change your environment, wanting to be a part of the solution instead of a part of the problem. If you simply check out of responsibility, how are you helping the human race? Kind of empty, right?
There's always going to be stress in your life, whether you are Richie Rich or poor as a shithouse rat. There's always going to be something you don't want to do, someone you don't want to see. You're going to be tired, unmotivated and bored from time to time. You're going to have to work at a job that isn't fabulous and pay bills. That's life. No one is perfect and no scenario is perfect. Human beings are not motionless and, thus, crave chaos in varying levels.
Maybe it's best to define our own happiness on a small scale. What makes you happy? Making your wife happy by surprising her with a delicious home-cooked meal of her favorite food? Getting lost in a good book? A kind word from a stranger? Stop thinking big and think small, about the happiness that's right in front of your face. Stop focusing on the negative. You're happy and you don't even know it!
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Monday, September 24, 2012
2012 Emmy Award Winners: Beyond the Day-After Who Wore It Best, I Don't Care
I've been known to enjoy what can be referred to as Trash Rags, aka US Weekly, OK! and, if feeling particularly cultured, People. Judge away, I don't give a damn. I enjoy the drama of fictional people with no regard to truth vs. lies. I don't care because I'll never befriend these stars, gain their trust over months of bonding -- happy hours, lunches, mani/pedis, shopping trips, girl nights out -- and have them reveal their deepest, darkest secrets after too much red wine.
As George Bush Sr. said: Not gonna happen.
This fascination pushed me to take in some pre-Emmys action last night. Full disclosure: I was surfing around for something to watch and found E!'s red carpet show and rolled the dice. I like fashion. I like celebrity gossip. Let's give this a whirl. Also, I wanted to understand the ways of millions of Americans. According to ABC, 13.2 million people watched the Emmy's last night.
And away we go!
First thought: It was interesting to see what the women were wearing.
I enjoyed Leslie Mann's getup - beautiful and young! Match-matchy Heidi Klum wore a one-piece with a beach coverup -- single and ready to mingle with men other than the help. Nicole Kidman's seamstress ran out of sequins, Ginnifer Goodwin went with the cover of her grandmother's sofa, Zooey Deschanel and Julianna Hough were late for the Disney Princess Prom.
Like clockwork, celebs along the lines of Sofia Vergara and Christina Hendricks looked stunning -- vaa vaa voom!
Julianne Moore and Julie Bowen went with the shade of Sharpie Yellow Highlighter. Ashley Judd channeled Joan Jetson, Julianna Marguiles and Elizabeth Moss's dresses were ugly, Lucy Liu wore a disco ball and Lena Dunham yearns for her post-menopausal years. You couldn't ignore Kat Dennings' cleavage or Connie Britton's hideous hairdo.
I could go on but won't because you get the picture. It should be noted the majority of these catty reactions were provided the day after (today), when perusing online picture albums of Who Wore It Best, where the public can vote like our opinion matters. I got bored with the pre-Emmy show because the questions were snooze-worthy and I'd rather read about celebrity lives in magazines then hear them talk live on TV.
Entertain me monkeys!
So, on to the show. Jimmy Kimmel is funny so I figured I'd stay with it for the long haul -- although, is he depressed? In his opening monologue, he seemed beaten down by life.
All in all, I lasted 8 minutes because I didn't care enough to not change the channel to reruns of "Family Guy." I didn't care who won an Emmy because it doesn't matter. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy many of the shows featured, including "Breaking Bad" and "Homeland." I'm glad these shows and the actors involved won awards but it doesn't change my opinion of the show or the actors/actresses.
Take Joe Emmy Watcher. He's a big "Breaking Bad" fan and likes Aaron Paul. He watches the Emmys and sees Aaron Paul win. He jumps up, he shouts, he claps, he's excited! Why? How is your life going to change now Aaron Paul won?
Too cynical?
As George Bush Sr. said: Not gonna happen.
This fascination pushed me to take in some pre-Emmys action last night. Full disclosure: I was surfing around for something to watch and found E!'s red carpet show and rolled the dice. I like fashion. I like celebrity gossip. Let's give this a whirl. Also, I wanted to understand the ways of millions of Americans. According to ABC, 13.2 million people watched the Emmy's last night.
And away we go!
First thought: It was interesting to see what the women were wearing.
I enjoyed Leslie Mann's getup - beautiful and young! Match-matchy Heidi Klum wore a one-piece with a beach coverup -- single and ready to mingle with men other than the help. Nicole Kidman's seamstress ran out of sequins, Ginnifer Goodwin went with the cover of her grandmother's sofa, Zooey Deschanel and Julianna Hough were late for the Disney Princess Prom.
Like clockwork, celebs along the lines of Sofia Vergara and Christina Hendricks looked stunning -- vaa vaa voom!
Julianne Moore and Julie Bowen went with the shade of Sharpie Yellow Highlighter. Ashley Judd channeled Joan Jetson, Julianna Marguiles and Elizabeth Moss's dresses were ugly, Lucy Liu wore a disco ball and Lena Dunham yearns for her post-menopausal years. You couldn't ignore Kat Dennings' cleavage or Connie Britton's hideous hairdo.
I could go on but won't because you get the picture. It should be noted the majority of these catty reactions were provided the day after (today), when perusing online picture albums of Who Wore It Best, where the public can vote like our opinion matters. I got bored with the pre-Emmy show because the questions were snooze-worthy and I'd rather read about celebrity lives in magazines then hear them talk live on TV.
Entertain me monkeys!
So, on to the show. Jimmy Kimmel is funny so I figured I'd stay with it for the long haul -- although, is he depressed? In his opening monologue, he seemed beaten down by life.
All in all, I lasted 8 minutes because I didn't care enough to not change the channel to reruns of "Family Guy." I didn't care who won an Emmy because it doesn't matter. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy many of the shows featured, including "Breaking Bad" and "Homeland." I'm glad these shows and the actors involved won awards but it doesn't change my opinion of the show or the actors/actresses.
Take Joe Emmy Watcher. He's a big "Breaking Bad" fan and likes Aaron Paul. He watches the Emmys and sees Aaron Paul win. He jumps up, he shouts, he claps, he's excited! Why? How is your life going to change now Aaron Paul won?
Too cynical?
Friday, September 21, 2012
Mitt Romney, Barack Obama, lies, hope and freedom: When will the circus end?
Along my daily commute, the political yard signs blend into one giant buzzword. Barack Obama stands for hope and moving forward. Mitt Romney wants us to believe in freedom, opportunity, America and our future.
Hope, believe, freedom ... these ambiguous words remind me of a creative writing class I took in college with a professor who stressed: Don't use cliches. Don't use words like soul and heart. Be specific because those words are meaningless since they have so many definitions.
Hope, believe and freedom are on the positive end of the fear mongering spectrum, with words like socialism, communism and Muslim on the negative end. You don't know the meaning but the words elicit a response nonetheless from years of apathy and exposure. Obama and Romney, as most politicians, stand up on their soapboxes, granted by the political machine, and babble endlessly without sharing anything specific so there's enough room to argue their words were taken out of context or misinterpreted. Eloquent speeches, practiced answers and witty commentary crafted by well-paid writers deliver enough b.s. to whet our appetites but not enough bulk so we're satisfied. Well, unless, we are mindless sheep.
Yes Obama, I believe in hope and moving forward too. You're just a modern day MLK Jr., aren't you Barry?
Why are we, as Americans, so apathetic and lazy when it comes to politics?
Who are you voting for: Romney or Obama? Tick tock tick tock, November is knock, knock, knocking at your chamber door. What's the reasoning behind your choice? (If you're not voting I ain't got time, or patience, for your dumbass.) Specifically, what in their plan for the next four years gets your motor running? Perhaps it concerns the right to bear arms, health care, religion, womanly issues, the military or economy (i.e. hot topics). Perhaps it concerns the media nonsense you've read or heard. Perhaps you get a bad feeling about one of the candidates. You're voting for Romney because Obama didn't fix your life in four years. You're voting for Obama because Romney is plush and unrelatable.
Do you even know the candidates? Obviously you don't know them like family, friends, coworkers or acquaintances. However, what factual things do you know about them?
This Romney 47% baloney made me sigh. Why are you shocked? What did you think he thought about the poor and lower class? For him to label us entitled was harsh. Yes, some people on welfare aren't deserving because they could acquire a job. Yes, some people on unemployment, welfare and assistance spend a majority of their money on nonsense like Marlboro lights, cases of Budweiser, dragon tattoos, gel-tip manicures and non-essentials. Does this account for everyone? No. How many people does this account for? Do you know the statistics? Can you believe statistics anyway -- what, did hire Magnum P.I. to follow them every single person around for a week?
Mitt Romney's 2011 tax returns were finally released today, as well as a summary of the past 20 years. Makes me wonder why he was holding back. Are we going to find something titillating in there? What made him wait so long? (Although, I'm still waiting for annual tax returns for the past 12 years ... ) If you're a Romney-supporter, he deserved privacy. If you're an Obama-supporter, Romney's trying to avoid criticism over something shady -- unpaid taxes, low tax rate, offshore accounts, vast wealth, etc. Patchouli liberals are leery of the man, especially a man with loads of scratch.
On the other side of the coin, people trash Obama because of the unemployment rate, the government has gotten too big, the economy is still depressed ... or lovely absurdities like he's a Socialist Muslim born in Africa. They have their "Where's the birth certificate?" bumper stickers next to "Drill baby drill!" and "I'll keep my guns, freedom and money, you can keep the change!"
Bumper stickers are another way insecure Americans make it all about them because everyone, EVERYONE, needs to know their opinions because Americans have the freedom of speech. So, we speak any way and anywhere we can.
Maybe it's because this Obama vs. Romney affair feels like it's been burning since the world's been turning, but I am weary. Turn off your televisions and radios, stop reading news on the Internet and in the newspaper and magazines. Take time and research what each candidate stands for from reputable sources and make your decision. Whatever this decision is -- good for you. Just, please oh please people, shut up about it already!
Hope, believe, freedom ... these ambiguous words remind me of a creative writing class I took in college with a professor who stressed: Don't use cliches. Don't use words like soul and heart. Be specific because those words are meaningless since they have so many definitions.
Hope, believe and freedom are on the positive end of the fear mongering spectrum, with words like socialism, communism and Muslim on the negative end. You don't know the meaning but the words elicit a response nonetheless from years of apathy and exposure. Obama and Romney, as most politicians, stand up on their soapboxes, granted by the political machine, and babble endlessly without sharing anything specific so there's enough room to argue their words were taken out of context or misinterpreted. Eloquent speeches, practiced answers and witty commentary crafted by well-paid writers deliver enough b.s. to whet our appetites but not enough bulk so we're satisfied. Well, unless, we are mindless sheep.
Yes Obama, I believe in hope and moving forward too. You're just a modern day MLK Jr., aren't you Barry?
Why are we, as Americans, so apathetic and lazy when it comes to politics?
Who are you voting for: Romney or Obama? Tick tock tick tock, November is knock, knock, knocking at your chamber door. What's the reasoning behind your choice? (If you're not voting I ain't got time, or patience, for your dumbass.) Specifically, what in their plan for the next four years gets your motor running? Perhaps it concerns the right to bear arms, health care, religion, womanly issues, the military or economy (i.e. hot topics). Perhaps it concerns the media nonsense you've read or heard. Perhaps you get a bad feeling about one of the candidates. You're voting for Romney because Obama didn't fix your life in four years. You're voting for Obama because Romney is plush and unrelatable.
Do you even know the candidates? Obviously you don't know them like family, friends, coworkers or acquaintances. However, what factual things do you know about them?
This Romney 47% baloney made me sigh. Why are you shocked? What did you think he thought about the poor and lower class? For him to label us entitled was harsh. Yes, some people on welfare aren't deserving because they could acquire a job. Yes, some people on unemployment, welfare and assistance spend a majority of their money on nonsense like Marlboro lights, cases of Budweiser, dragon tattoos, gel-tip manicures and non-essentials. Does this account for everyone? No. How many people does this account for? Do you know the statistics? Can you believe statistics anyway -- what, did hire Magnum P.I. to follow them every single person around for a week?
Mitt Romney's 2011 tax returns were finally released today, as well as a summary of the past 20 years. Makes me wonder why he was holding back. Are we going to find something titillating in there? What made him wait so long? (Although, I'm still waiting for annual tax returns for the past 12 years ... ) If you're a Romney-supporter, he deserved privacy. If you're an Obama-supporter, Romney's trying to avoid criticism over something shady -- unpaid taxes, low tax rate, offshore accounts, vast wealth, etc. Patchouli liberals are leery of the man, especially a man with loads of scratch.
On the other side of the coin, people trash Obama because of the unemployment rate, the government has gotten too big, the economy is still depressed ... or lovely absurdities like he's a Socialist Muslim born in Africa. They have their "Where's the birth certificate?" bumper stickers next to "Drill baby drill!" and "I'll keep my guns, freedom and money, you can keep the change!"
Bumper stickers are another way insecure Americans make it all about them because everyone, EVERYONE, needs to know their opinions because Americans have the freedom of speech. So, we speak any way and anywhere we can.
Maybe it's because this Obama vs. Romney affair feels like it's been burning since the world's been turning, but I am weary. Turn off your televisions and radios, stop reading news on the Internet and in the newspaper and magazines. Take time and research what each candidate stands for from reputable sources and make your decision. Whatever this decision is -- good for you. Just, please oh please people, shut up about it already!
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Impulsivity, not curiousity, killed the cat: Is being impulsive related to immaturity?
Curiosity killed the cat, right? Well, impulsivity would've killed my would-be cat if my other half and I fed into our sweet, sweet hubris and adopted a feline. Blame it on the wine-over fog, blame it on being childless in the age-gap of everyone and their mama wanting to know, "So, you guys gonna have kids? Tick tock, tick tock." I know this clock, I've seen this clock, I hear this clock, shut up about the clock. Whatever the case, our minds united like a Vulcan mind-meld and we got the bright idea to adopt a cat. Well, negotiation stage of adopting said cat.
Wouldn't it be nice to have a little buddy in the house, a little pet friend?
Vendetta Logic: Our jobs keep us away from the homestead for large blocks of time during the week and our weekends are spent, mostly, away from home = no dog. Weekend warriors unite! The next best thing is to adopt a cat, right? Clean their litter box, fill their fed bag and away we go, right? No fuss, no muss.
If I was still hovering around the age of 18, here I'd sit with a damn cat -- maybe I'd name it Kitten Mittens or Slayer. I would have split from our home post haste and headed straight to the humane society -- do not pass go, do not collect $200, go directly to animal hell. Then, I'd gotten into that I-have-to-buy-a-cat-right-here-right-now-because-obviously-no-one-else-on-the-planet-let-alone-my-town-sells-cats mode. No wonder at that age I got two pointless tattoos (a constant reminder I'm an idiot) and excess heartache (he didn't call because he needs me to call him 50 times to remind him I exist, right? Right? I don't want him to forget.). Instead, the cat idea was appealing enough for conversation but not enough for action - thank you Baby Jesus.
Look at me Ma, I'm all grown up!
A few days later I looked up some felines online -- like a Match.com for wannabe pet owners. I found some cuties but then suddenly realized ... I don't 100% like cats. My dreadful experiences with cats quickly flashed before my eyes. I sprung into action -- well ...action 21st Century style -- and texted my other half and, lo and behold, he shares the sentiment. It's not that we hate cats, we just don't love them, especially their my-shit-don't-stink attitudes and the weird stretchy/claws factor. Eek. Cats always seem like they are up to no good, prancing and creeping around. Sitting, waiting, lurking, licking.
So, what's the deal pickles? Why did we want a cat? Ding ding ding: This isn't my first time to the rodeo.
After watching a few episodes of "Sons of Anarchy," I was hot for a motorcycle. Red hot. Me want that now! Just think how cool I'd look cruising down the road on one of those loud, rumbling, sex machines! Wearing a leather jacket and studded black boots. Oh yeah, totally awesome! I could take a class, right? Get my license ...
Wrong. I would never ride the thing if I ever got past the class, or to the class for that matter. I've never even ridden on a motorcycle! Bugs in your face, holding on for dear life, balancing ... notsomuch. I'm a wannabe badass leather freaky mama in Banana Republic and wedges.
Sigh.
It's easy for us to form these harebrained schemes of modes to happiness. We moan and complain about this, that and the other and suddenly we find a solution. I need a cat. I need a motorcycle. I need to purchase something, anything, so I ignore figuring out why I want something like this in the first place, why I'm searching for things outside rather than looking inside. Advertisements feed into this human trait.
I keep thinking about those lovely ornamental grasses I want to plant in my front yard next spring and how great they'll look, blah blah blah. Am I thinking about the painting that needs to be done on the inside? No because painting sucks. The decluttering? No because it's overwhelming. It's no fun!
The only reason I thought about a cat is because they're sold with a seal of low-maintenance approval. I'm lazy! I have a blind aquatic frog named Lenny Kravitz for goodness sake. Easy peazy.
Am I taking action in regards to hitting the gym more often to lose those 10 pounds that haunt me day-in-day-out? No. Eating better on the weekends so I don't yo-yo diet? No. Being more productive at work? No. I'm thinking about the motorcycle, the ornamental grasses, the 4-inch wedges I saw in a magazine.
I am not thinking about right here, right now. Not even about tonight or tomorrow. I'm thinking about a magical future, whimsical visions of what I'll do when I have the money, or when spring rolls around ... I'm escaping through my mind to items and ideas I probably won't end up enjoying.
My impulsive nature has gotten better with age but there's always an itch, an itch that, if I scratch, will lead me away from my current to-do list into dreamland. While this itch is appealing, I think it's linked to immaturity, like being impulsive. I don't want to grow up, I want to dream of motorcycles and pets instead of bills, my job, my commute and exercise. Also, it's easy to think quickly and act fast instead of being like Meatloaf (WWMD?) and sleeping on it, giving you my answer in the morning because, in the morning, I'll realize cats suck and motorcycles are scary.
Wah wah wah.
Wouldn't it be nice to have a little buddy in the house, a little pet friend?
Vendetta Logic: Our jobs keep us away from the homestead for large blocks of time during the week and our weekends are spent, mostly, away from home = no dog. Weekend warriors unite! The next best thing is to adopt a cat, right? Clean their litter box, fill their fed bag and away we go, right? No fuss, no muss.
If I was still hovering around the age of 18, here I'd sit with a damn cat -- maybe I'd name it Kitten Mittens or Slayer. I would have split from our home post haste and headed straight to the humane society -- do not pass go, do not collect $200, go directly to animal hell. Then, I'd gotten into that I-have-to-buy-a-cat-right-here-right-now-because-obviously-no-one-else-on-the-planet-let-alone-my-town-sells-cats mode. No wonder at that age I got two pointless tattoos (a constant reminder I'm an idiot) and excess heartache (he didn't call because he needs me to call him 50 times to remind him I exist, right? Right? I don't want him to forget.). Instead, the cat idea was appealing enough for conversation but not enough for action - thank you Baby Jesus.
Look at me Ma, I'm all grown up!
A few days later I looked up some felines online -- like a Match.com for wannabe pet owners. I found some cuties but then suddenly realized ... I don't 100% like cats. My dreadful experiences with cats quickly flashed before my eyes. I sprung into action -- well ...action 21st Century style -- and texted my other half and, lo and behold, he shares the sentiment. It's not that we hate cats, we just don't love them, especially their my-shit-don't-stink attitudes and the weird stretchy/claws factor. Eek. Cats always seem like they are up to no good, prancing and creeping around. Sitting, waiting, lurking, licking.
So, what's the deal pickles? Why did we want a cat? Ding ding ding: This isn't my first time to the rodeo.
After watching a few episodes of "Sons of Anarchy," I was hot for a motorcycle. Red hot. Me want that now! Just think how cool I'd look cruising down the road on one of those loud, rumbling, sex machines! Wearing a leather jacket and studded black boots. Oh yeah, totally awesome! I could take a class, right? Get my license ...
Wrong. I would never ride the thing if I ever got past the class, or to the class for that matter. I've never even ridden on a motorcycle! Bugs in your face, holding on for dear life, balancing ... notsomuch. I'm a wannabe badass leather freaky mama in Banana Republic and wedges.
Sigh.
It's easy for us to form these harebrained schemes of modes to happiness. We moan and complain about this, that and the other and suddenly we find a solution. I need a cat. I need a motorcycle. I need to purchase something, anything, so I ignore figuring out why I want something like this in the first place, why I'm searching for things outside rather than looking inside. Advertisements feed into this human trait.
I keep thinking about those lovely ornamental grasses I want to plant in my front yard next spring and how great they'll look, blah blah blah. Am I thinking about the painting that needs to be done on the inside? No because painting sucks. The decluttering? No because it's overwhelming. It's no fun!
The only reason I thought about a cat is because they're sold with a seal of low-maintenance approval. I'm lazy! I have a blind aquatic frog named Lenny Kravitz for goodness sake. Easy peazy.
Am I taking action in regards to hitting the gym more often to lose those 10 pounds that haunt me day-in-day-out? No. Eating better on the weekends so I don't yo-yo diet? No. Being more productive at work? No. I'm thinking about the motorcycle, the ornamental grasses, the 4-inch wedges I saw in a magazine.
I am not thinking about right here, right now. Not even about tonight or tomorrow. I'm thinking about a magical future, whimsical visions of what I'll do when I have the money, or when spring rolls around ... I'm escaping through my mind to items and ideas I probably won't end up enjoying.
My impulsive nature has gotten better with age but there's always an itch, an itch that, if I scratch, will lead me away from my current to-do list into dreamland. While this itch is appealing, I think it's linked to immaturity, like being impulsive. I don't want to grow up, I want to dream of motorcycles and pets instead of bills, my job, my commute and exercise. Also, it's easy to think quickly and act fast instead of being like Meatloaf (WWMD?) and sleeping on it, giving you my answer in the morning because, in the morning, I'll realize cats suck and motorcycles are scary.
Wah wah wah.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Nicki Minaj loves Mitt Romney? Not so much -- The state of rap, Americans worshipping celebrities
This past Sunday, while you were planning your extra weekend night of boozing and over-eating instead of resting, Lil Wayne (Little? Isn't he, like, 30?) released a new mixtape, "Dedication 4," (I thought mixtapes ended after Funkmaster Flex ... ) featuring Nicki Minaj -- the over-sexed, Trinidad-born rapping clown. You wouldn't know her by her given name, Onika Tanya Maraj.
Enter Mitt Romney. Yeah, Mitt Romney, the billionaire robot swarming your newspapers, televisions, news-feeds and eardrums until November, well hopefully talk of him stops in November when he loses.
Nicki Minaj + Mitt Romney ... first thoughts? Wouldn't it be hilarious if it was a sex scandal? It's the cliche tight-ass billionaire with a freaky, deaky, black chick on the side. Classic. Lemme get a taste of that sweet, sweet brown sugar baby. Just don't tell Ann.
We're not so lucky. Truth to be told, Nicki Minaj included a couple lines about ole Mitt on Lil Wayne's new release:
"I'm a Republican voting for Mitt Romney. You lazy bitches are fucking up the economy."
I smell b.s. Minaj's Ode to Romney is not so much an endorsement as it is an example of the outrageous nature of the current state of rap. Rap started with lyrics about being a cop killer or hardcore thug with guns, drugs and street credit (how white do I sound?) and it's morphed into an over-produced mash of commercial nonsense saturated with outrageous claims of numerous sexual partners, partying nonstop and having no plans to become a hardworking, contributing member of society.
It's about popping bottles in the VIP section at the club with your crew, flying first class and wearing all the latest and greatest apparel. Utter nonsense.
Let me see your grill.
Minaj also let this endorsement slip because it's another grasp for attention by a woman who regularly dons neon makeup, costumes and wigs. Hello! Hello! Look at me! I'm a walking, talking gimmick. And, also, to get attention so people buy the mixtape she's selling.
In the song, Minaji goes on to say, "Out in Miami, I be chillin with a zombie." So ... there's that. She's obviously a deep-thinking, political mind in the body of a disturbing muppet character. Maybe that's a way to get the youth of America interested in politics. Oversexed muppet characters ... like "Sesame Street" using puppets to interest children in reading and learning.
My main issue over Minaj is she's irresponsible, especially if the rumors are true and she is an unregistered voter and an Obama supporter.
She has Tweeted @BarackObama: "Just give FREE health care to all" and "I wouldn't mind the millions they took if it was going to healthcare. Why should a poor person struggle to pay for MEDS sir?"
Yes, it's sad there are thousands out there who will listen to whatever this celebrity or that celebrity says like lemmings but it's the truth. We are knee-deep in a culture of worshipping reality stars and singers instead of Nobel Prize winners, authors or scientists. We are breeding a race of morons (watch "Idiocracy," it's hilarious and also eerily frightening).
Why couldn't Minaj include a couple phrases about getting a job, having self-respect and self-esteem, not bullying others, studying hard in school ... you know, anything productive! Sounds like some Will Smith lyrics, the fresh prince of politeness.
Yeah, here I am with a blog spouting blubbering cynicism but I'm not a celebrity with millions listening, eager to know who and what I endorse. I'm a sarcastic tomboy trying to vent.
Speaking of Minaj, don't get me started on Hank Williams Jr. and his absurd, irresponsible claims. Just shut up and sing your silly songs about smoking, drinking and being a country boy. The scariest part is there are Americans drinking his Kool-Aid. Yikes. Hide yo kids, hide yo wife!
Also, Chuck Norris and his wife, Gena, created a YouTube video encouraging evangelical Christians to vote for Romney. Apparently we are on the brink of Socialism or something worse (couldn't think of another fear monger word Chucky Boy?) and our children will be sentenced to take the first step into a thousand years of darkness (quoting a 1964 speech by Ronald Reagan).
Cue the circus music.
Enter Mitt Romney. Yeah, Mitt Romney, the billionaire robot swarming your newspapers, televisions, news-feeds and eardrums until November, well hopefully talk of him stops in November when he loses.
Nicki Minaj + Mitt Romney ... first thoughts? Wouldn't it be hilarious if it was a sex scandal? It's the cliche tight-ass billionaire with a freaky, deaky, black chick on the side. Classic. Lemme get a taste of that sweet, sweet brown sugar baby. Just don't tell Ann.
We're not so lucky. Truth to be told, Nicki Minaj included a couple lines about ole Mitt on Lil Wayne's new release:
"I'm a Republican voting for Mitt Romney. You lazy bitches are fucking up the economy."
I smell b.s. Minaj's Ode to Romney is not so much an endorsement as it is an example of the outrageous nature of the current state of rap. Rap started with lyrics about being a cop killer or hardcore thug with guns, drugs and street credit (how white do I sound?) and it's morphed into an over-produced mash of commercial nonsense saturated with outrageous claims of numerous sexual partners, partying nonstop and having no plans to become a hardworking, contributing member of society.
It's about popping bottles in the VIP section at the club with your crew, flying first class and wearing all the latest and greatest apparel. Utter nonsense.
Let me see your grill.
Minaj also let this endorsement slip because it's another grasp for attention by a woman who regularly dons neon makeup, costumes and wigs. Hello! Hello! Look at me! I'm a walking, talking gimmick. And, also, to get attention so people buy the mixtape she's selling.
In the song, Minaji goes on to say, "Out in Miami, I be chillin with a zombie." So ... there's that. She's obviously a deep-thinking, political mind in the body of a disturbing muppet character. Maybe that's a way to get the youth of America interested in politics. Oversexed muppet characters ... like "Sesame Street" using puppets to interest children in reading and learning.
My main issue over Minaj is she's irresponsible, especially if the rumors are true and she is an unregistered voter and an Obama supporter.
She has Tweeted @BarackObama: "Just give FREE health care to all" and "I wouldn't mind the millions they took if it was going to healthcare. Why should a poor person struggle to pay for MEDS sir?"
Yes, it's sad there are thousands out there who will listen to whatever this celebrity or that celebrity says like lemmings but it's the truth. We are knee-deep in a culture of worshipping reality stars and singers instead of Nobel Prize winners, authors or scientists. We are breeding a race of morons (watch "Idiocracy," it's hilarious and also eerily frightening).
Why couldn't Minaj include a couple phrases about getting a job, having self-respect and self-esteem, not bullying others, studying hard in school ... you know, anything productive! Sounds like some Will Smith lyrics, the fresh prince of politeness.
Yeah, here I am with a blog spouting blubbering cynicism but I'm not a celebrity with millions listening, eager to know who and what I endorse. I'm a sarcastic tomboy trying to vent.
Speaking of Minaj, don't get me started on Hank Williams Jr. and his absurd, irresponsible claims. Just shut up and sing your silly songs about smoking, drinking and being a country boy. The scariest part is there are Americans drinking his Kool-Aid. Yikes. Hide yo kids, hide yo wife!
Also, Chuck Norris and his wife, Gena, created a YouTube video encouraging evangelical Christians to vote for Romney. Apparently we are on the brink of Socialism or something worse (couldn't think of another fear monger word Chucky Boy?) and our children will be sentenced to take the first step into a thousand years of darkness (quoting a 1964 speech by Ronald Reagan).
Cue the circus music.
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