don’t be like that…

Don’t you hate it when you are at the gym on the treadmill watching your favorite videos from the early 2000s when some yahoo muscles over and changes the channel to ESPN? No? Ok for my sports afficiandos- what bout when the same happens in reverse? Or that grown @ss adult during the morning subway rush hour that decided we all need to hear the “Motivation” Remix in surround sound because he was too cheap to invest in noise cancelling headphones? And for my peops in driving cities- that guy that comes swerving around the corner to make his light, thus cutting you off…only to continue driving at snail’s pace directly in front of you in that single lane…hence causing you to catch every single red light on Wilshire Blvd for the next 8 miles…

As I write this post, it is from one of transportation’s most upscale of ghetto options- the Bolt Bus. For $20 I get a power outlet, wifi and a seat with legroom that coach class airline travellers would kill for. I haven’t been on a bus in about…15 yrs. As a self proclaimed transportation snob, there are a few things I just don’t do. That said, I didn’t feel like driving, flying is a big hassle when it’s only 250 miles and the train is the price of a plane ticket…which would bring me back to flying… Read more of this post

cut to the chase…

By now , we have all read Elrock’s version of why chasing a man is never a good look.  Now I would like to give my two cents. While I normally relish the idea of giving an opposing and better equally convincing argument against the testosterone heavy portion of UBF, I will begrudgingly have to agree. And pass on my nuggets of observation while I’m at it.

I think Elrock said it best with: “and for the record…patiently waiting for someone who is not interested in being patiently waited on = chasing as well…”

This past Saturday, I was at the club with the latest and greatest for a friend’s birthday party when suddenly, that single woman’s “anthem” came on. Booties started swangin, hands went up, index fingers waved in the air….desperately unattached and more importantly, the ever hopeful ‘ladies in waiting’ sang to the top of their lungs “If he liked it than he shoulda put a ring on it!!!” Have I ever mentioned how much I hate that song? Meanwhile, I boycotted the entire effort with side eyes and screw faces (no- not sexy time faces. Get your minds out of the gutter. Just a screw face ;) Anyway, this song made me painfully aware of the fact that many women are chasing men and don’t even realize it. Read more of this post

it was over when…

my apologies if i seem a little amped today…this weekend my beloved arkansas razorbacks (don’t judge me…i was born into it) scored their first road victory in 2 years…as customary when my team wins, i scoured the internet for varying descriptions of how they were able to pull off the victory…when they lose, i prepare 2 shots of jack…i pour one down my throat and pour the other one on my modem…

the first stop on this internet tour is usually espn.com…they always provide a snapshot of every major game that occurred that weekend…calling out the top performers, quoting some obscure stat from the game and providing their “it was over when” moment…they use that last section to highlight the play that essentially put the game out of reach for the losers…of course it’s a lot Read more of this post