Sweet Tea Tuesdays

I have my own weekly column over at Moms of Hue. Tries to look poised-y'know like a TV anchorperson, whilst doing happy dance in chair. Weekly, I’ll broach a range of relevant, current topics from my perspective as well as that of other phenomenal women, and men. I invite you, all of you to pull up a chair, and bring your thoughts and experiences to the discussion as you join me for Sweet Tea Tuesdays over at Moms of Hue.

Today's discussion is "Friendship", here is an excerpt:

For all intents and purposes, Stephanie and I were destined to be friends: we’re both women of color, we’re sisters, daughters, aunts, imagined albeit faithful concubines of R&B singer Maxwell and professional teeth-sucking side eye shootin’ I got your actin’ up in public even if you aren’t my child mothers. Yet, we share a dissimilarity that has historically reduced friendships, marriages, families, empires and nations to ruins: religion. For the full story, "grab" the glass of sweet tea and join the discussion.

Peace and Sweet tea

Ahem...

No one talks about it, but it happens to us all, all of us. You take a stance for or against something or someone. You...Gasps and widens eyes-well one eye, the other is all frellin' pink and yucky! Bob forbid, admit to a passionate dislike for children, animals, cupcakes or yoga. You like Glenn Beck, Sarah Palin, Michael Vick or low-waisted skinny jeans, whatever it is you've done it and woke up the next day to find you've lost a follower. Or, if you're particularly neurotic- Clears throat,looks over both shoulders and leans in closer to keyboard-yeah I don't know why either, but that's how I type a "secret".-you check your followers and F5 all day after defending the rights of Nadya Suleman. Much like the in/famously overused Hip Hop adage, "Bloggin' ain't easy."

I've lost followers before, and for the most part it has left me unscathed. Potentially loses a few more sensitive ones right there. And, I wouldn't exactly say that I'm scathing now, I mean...the timing is a tad inopportune and all, but I'll live. What bothers me most though, is wondering who the heck it was! I don't even care what I could have said, because chances are I'll say it or something like it again, but who are you AWOL follower? Are you a man? Woman? Are you tall? Short? Young? Young at heart? Do you have a moustache? I hear they're making a comeback. Shudders. Mayhaps you have a moustache of the menopausal variety? A mayonnaise moustache? Root beer float? Egg cream?! I understand these things, I'll make special provisions-just y'know come back damn it!

Okay good, it's done-there I said it. Now, I'll just obsess over whether they've read it! Laughs in delirium.

Peace, like seriously

Random Thought Thursday: Emotion Olympics

Photo courtesy of nowpublic.com

At some point during a relatively normal for an un/homeschooling, business owner/operator/manager/slave, I could feel my brows start to furl, my muscles tensed, my hands became clammy and tingly like something was about to happen, and oh was it ever. This was my Facebook status at 12:09:

Tameka Allen-Mercado says from the stands, "No. 1 Foul Mood Swing is approaching the finish line, she twists, she turns...Serotonin plummets and she scores! Yes, Ladies and gentlemen Foul Mood Swing has done it AGAIN! It's an upset, the crowd boos and hisses-and we're outta here 'til the next time!"

It occurred to me that managing depression is a sport of sorts; you have to be totally dedicated in your practice and commitment to maximum sparkle. I'm not sure exactly what I should be practicing just yet. Feigning a smile through clenched teeth with furled brows, tense muscles and clammy, tingly hands seems a lot more y'know crazy-like, than being depressed. But for now, I have something to think about, and so do you...and all because of my obsession with a certain callipygous figure skater. Gotta love the Greeks!

Peace and randomosity

Idol Ladies Recap

Crystal Bowersox is the TRUTH-that is all...well, not really...

I Loved: Crystal Bowersox, Lilly Scott, Katelyn Epperly

I Hated: The Judges

I Voted for: No one.

I was in an unsparkly mood yesterday...so instead I ate veggie bacon and microwave pancakes. Y'all know I'm subject to bouts of non-compliance.

So, is it just me or did Haeley Vaughn perform like a grinnin' banshee since the auditions? Why are they just now getting around to telling her that she needs a year of training? You don't wait until someone crashes and burns to suggest a driver's license. Shakes fist at neck-rollin' ass Kara DioGuardi. (You must see the video, go on click it...hilarity ensues at 3:50)

Who's outta there? I'm worried about Didi Benami, after her Bill Withers' song debacle, I needed Somebody To Lean On. "I'm callin' on you brother, I need a hand...yes, for the remote, press mute-toute de suite!" And, Michelle Delamor needs to thank the hair gods-seriously, her mane is the main attraction, her chops-Rolls neck like DioGuardi, not so much!

Peace and necktitude

Oy Vey, American Idol

Picture taken for Fox by Patrick Ecclestein, stolen by me for this unpaid blog.

Let me preface this by saying that I'm a brisk walking, almost running contradiction. Truly, I'm a sorta frilly feminist sans body hair who longs to have the ass of a well built, figure skating man. Are you a believer yet? Well, my relationship with American Idol is much the same.

For starts, as an artist and overall creative carbon-based being, there is nothing I hate more than competing. Except of course when I know I'm unequivocally better than everyone else. Art competition is an oxymoron in my opinion; based on the sheer subjectivity of art and the clear objectivity of competition. Which brings me to this season's, and probably subsequent seasons when I wasn't paying attention or had better fodder to blog about- American Idol. Somewhere between David Cook's Billie Jean and Kris Allen's Heartless, artists thought, "Oh hey this show isn't just for cookie-cutter, bubble gum, pop star, wanna be's- maybe I'll audition"...and, this my dear friends is where it all went to shit.

American Idol's sole purpose is to promote and propagate the cookie-cutter, bubble gum, pop star wanna be's-and, I watch and vote for them every damn season. Le sigh. Tonight's lowdown:

I loved:

Alex Lambert-Everybody Knows

Casey James-I Don't Wanna be
Lee Dewyze-Lips of an Angel

I hated:

Michael Lynche-A Man's World
Todrick Hall-What's Love Gotta Do With It
Aaron Kelly-My Girl

I voted for:

Andrew Garcia-You Give Me Somethin'
Alex Lambert-Everybody Knows
Jermaine Sellers-What's Going On
John Park-Gravity

Huh?! Yes, I threw in some misunderstood underdog votes 4 each, I think...okay maybe 6 for someone and 2 for another-it all got pretty confusing after a while. This kind of foolery is for youngsters and politicians. I believe in my bleeding, conflicted, artistic heart that these people are thoroughly confused and misunderstood by the judges yammering. They're artists damn it! They just want to make art. They see a song on a list and think, "Oh hey, I like that song. That's a happy, sappy, deep, blah blah song. I know the words. I'll sing that song. Yeah! That's the song!" They're not thinking about demographics and stuff, and on that merit alone they got my vote! Their voices were sound, as far as week two singing goes. I don't tune in for posture and other politics-okay, I lied...I totally have a political theory about Idol, but y'know-that's for another time.

Who's outta there? I'm worried about Andrew Garcia and John Park, but I'll never watch again if...Ooh, there I go again, let me stop lying. Your slightly less conflicting thoughts?

Peace, cookies and bubble gum!