attack of the body art…

it has often been said that tattoos are like posturpedic partners…they are permanent and once you get too many of them, people start to call you loose…ok…well maybe it hasn’t been said that often and i, for one, believe that this is part of the problem…

let me start by saying, i am actually a fan of a little female body art…the key word in there being “little”…i can’t count the number of times i’ve been pleasantly surprised by some well placed decorative ink sprinkled about the torso…oh wait…when i say it like that it makes me sound promiscuous…so yes i can count and the number is 4 (because that sounds pretty low)…but i can also count those times when i was surprised by a full set of bat wings or the entire 2nd verse to wind beneath my wings (and it was only partially beneath her wing)…

this has lead me to believe that some additional tattoo etiquette education may be in order…and giving our insatiable need to educate the public on topics that they have no desire to learn, here are a few things you can do to keep from looking like weezy in your nighty… Read more of this post

what about your friends…

Those of you on twitter are most definitely aware that the annual BET awards took place last night. Some of you may have even forfeited hours of your life to sit through them in addition to the running tweet commentary. I, on the other hand, couldn’t find where Time Warner keeps the stereotype affirming channels so I missed out…

*gets down off of soap box*

However, the byproduct of the ‘awards’ show that I was unable to elude is that my place of stomping is the city that selected the shortest straw and became host to this circus of an event. As with all black events, there were parties, pre-parties and post-parties. Given my affinity for the night life, I was convinced into participating in one of these associated gatherings. The night ended up coming in as a solid seven on the overall good times scale but the true gift of the evening was the above average people watching. Now LA is known for giving inordinate amounts of ‘style’ but this weekend the style got turnt up…

While commenting on our fellow party goers, my drinking compatriots and I came to an interesting insight: where are these people’s friends? Assuming they roll with individuals that possess sight and voice faculties, there is no way in the world that we should be seeing this person in such atrocious attire. How am I so certain of this you may be wondering? Take a walk with me through the following scenario… Read more of this post

the daddy code…

as i took my customary sunday seat at the sizzler yesterday, i realized that it was a bit more active than usual…in my hurry to scarf down my steak and malibu chicken i started to notice that there were an inordinate amount of dudes at the big s…in the a, that can mean one of two things…either they’ve introduced another gay friendly weekend that they forgot to tell me about or it was father’s day…given the overabundance of ugly neckwear, i was fairly certain it was the latter…

now i don’t have any kids that i know of ,although i do hope to one day accidentally impregnate solange’s sister on purpose since jay seems to be dragging his feet have a few little blog readers of my own…but just like most of the stuff we write about, i didn’t think that should prevent me from being able to list out a few duties that these cats should be handling throughout the year to earn this crisscrossed grilled goodness…so wannabe dads go grab your pens so you can copy this list verbatim… Read more of this post

it’s blackout season…

ahh…holiday season is upon us…and i know this because the malls are packed, there are innocent trees strapped to the tops of cars and people are being way nicer to me than usual…it’s the most wonderful time of the year…roasting chestnuts and opening fires…but you might want to put a bookmark in that smile…because we are also in the middle of the infamous dating blackout season…

this is the period between green wednesday, the wednesday before thanksgiving (because that is the day you have to start prepping the greens) and the day after valentine’s day where many smart men and women decide to cut their losses and look forward to next dating season…if the boo hasn’t been landed by then, it’s time to trade down to a cuddle buddy and ride out this wintry mix of mattress massaging and mismanaged expectations…

of course this might seem a wee bit uncomfortable, but it is a small price to pay to avoid that dreaded newly boo’ed holiday gauntlet…which loosely goes as follows: Read more of this post