Watch Out There Now-Videos for Kicks and Giggles!

I visited Shazza's blog and he mentioned that Soul Train was gay...well, it seems as if the majority of the men were 'swisher sweet' if u ask me. In observation, I'm wondering why I didn't detect that when I was a kid? Well, I wasn't around 'flambuoyance' as a child. The video did bring back memories though-no bills, innocence, and no responsibilities! Look at the 2nd guy w/the yellow sweater! Alright now!

Watch the video
(warning: the music is set to Eve's "Tambourine"-the unedited version)


Shazza Nakim's blog

This singer is Omazing!

You cannot sing at church, and not know the lyrics! Be 'Omazed' as singer attempts to sing 'Omazing Grace' --watch entire video ;)


Snoop Dogg's 'Sensual Seduction'
This video was funny bcuz, #1 its Snoop, he's reenacting videos from 70's and '80's, he's singing, and utilizing a synthesizer with mouth tube, reminiscent of Roger-may he RIP



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Why Me, Lord??

Ivent's Vent

This past Wednesday, I went to the library to kill time b4 reaching my ultimate destination.

It was very crowded as I was looking for a 'puter to check out my and other blogs (i'm not 91% addicted 4 nothing). In the corner I noticed a vacant 'puter and acting nonchalantly (so noone would take my prize), I "skalk"-ed (skip-walk) to the "i-can't-believe-this-is-available" 'puter.
Unlike the others, that had 8 pc's per set of tables, this one had only 2. I quickly take in my surroundings as I take my coat off and get comfortable-noting my neighbor-who looked to be of African (not A.A.) descent. No prob.

I'm blogging and peepin' other blogs (shae & hottsauce r crazy!), and I notice my brotha stealing quick glances at me. Here we go. Since I didn't humor him and lock eyes with him in a "Harlequin Romance novel" moment, he decides to speak:
"You have beautiful cheekbones." His african accent is beautiful.
Taken aback I chuckled and responded, "as you do also,"
and promptly returned to my keyboard (i am 91% addicted afterall.)

Well brotha-man wanted some attention ( i guess) and pursued more conversation by saying, "maybe we're related...since we have the same cheekbones." (obviously different cultures have diff senses of humor)
Humoring him, I dryly chuckled and said "doubtable" and AGAIN returned to the keyboard.
"Are you working?" he asked.
(sigh) "No."
I might as well forget the keyboard for now.
"Are u taking a test or something?"I asked.
"No why do u ask?"
"Bcuz I heard u reading the words on the screen and then repeat them to yourself...as if you're attempting to memorize them."
"haha, no, I'm writing a speech,"
Now-he had my attention.
"oh yeah, who r u speaking before? What is the topic?"
Interest totally piqued.
Still smiling he said,"it's for a funeral."
Did he just say funeral? Perplexed, i frown. Silence. And then...
"My father's." Yep,he said funeral. sigh
Open mouth and insert foot, Bria.
Uncomfortable silence. Very uncomfortable silence.
"R u serious?" wishing my twin, One Man would come and arrest me-NOW.
"Yes I am"
"Oh gawd, I'm sorry...I shouldn't have asked"... blah blah blah
***
Well, that proved to be the jump off into mature conversation. He's supervisor over banks, i work for a major telcom co. He's from Nigeria and he couldn't believe I pronounced his name correctly, and in further convo-remembered still the pronunciation of his name.

Seemed too good, knew it wouldn't last.

"So Bria, where's your husband?" oh gawd.
"I don't have one."
My goodness-he sincerely looked...shocked? or was it appalled?
"What do u mean u don't have a husband? Ur beautiful!" breathe. he was shocked.
"Ob****, that means nothing. what does beauty have to do with quality relationships?"
"Oh no, I'm not saying- I'm just saying I can't believe your not married."
I've thought the same thing on many occasions.
"Well, it's true."
"Where's your bf?"
"No bf."
"I don't believe you!"
Ha! Me either.
"It's true, O."
"How long have you been single?" Dang! Is this an interview?!
"Longer than I care to think about" I admitted.
"I just don't understand why you're single."
This provided the opening for my
'committed-to-memory-just-add-water-instant-explanation'
on why i'm single:

• Fear of commitment (If commit , scared I'll get cheated on)
  
• Drama
• Lack of trust
• Have not met men of quality.
• Tired of mixed messages.
• Don't want friends with "benefits"
• Can do without stalkers/abusers
• Would like to meet a Christian man
• Would like a committed relationship with man of integrity, who believes in quality of relationship, unconditional love etc
• Don't want to date...want a marriage minded man.
  
• until then, i'll remain single.

Well, O goes on to say he's 'not ready for a commitment.'
Who was talking about committing to you?!
He then segued the conversation into a possible friendship between him and I.
I told him 'doubt it, cuz men (in my experience)believe friendship includes sex.'
"O, do you have sex with your male friends?"I asked.
He indignantly responded, " NO, OF COURSE NOT!"
"So why do you sleep with your female friends?"
Bingo. He looked like the cat that swallowed the canary.
As he stumbled over words trying to find a justifiable response-I let him off the hook.
It's cool.
"That's why I'm not cool w/men."
We talked more and got on the subject of "hoes."
We volleyed our opinions between us on the topic for a few minutes.
Admittedly, the conversation was animated.
My time was drawing to a close, so I said
"U know O, you're alright. Here's my number and we'll see if we can be friends. We can hang out, do coffee ...blah blah."
"Ok Bria, I look forward to it, thank you."
"Now I'm not goin to call you, so when you call me we'll work out the details ok, O?"
"Bria, I WILL NEVER CALL U..."
Why doesn't that sound right??
heartbeat thumping loudly.
ears are ringing.
and I hear sirens, but there's no police cars or ambulances in the library!
what-the...
"O... are you married???"
"No."
But his facial expression told me not only was I in the right neighborhood, and on the right street, but I'm getting ready to pull into the right garage...

"O gawd, you're LIVING WITH SOMEONE!" I realized, loudly.

Johnny-tell Bria what she's won today on "Fool, You Hit It On The Nose!"

Shamefully he looked down in his lap...but I was JUST GETTING STARTED!
"You mean to tell me, you admitted to me you have sexual relationships with WOMEN, you have friends with "benefits," you find it "hard" to turn down sex, but are able to say "no" SOMETIMES, and yet YOU LIVE WITH A WOMAN?!
Do you know what would happen if she would've called me?!"
He sheepishly interjected,"she WOULD NEVA call you, Bria" his once beautiful accent, now repulsed me.

"Nig-(almost went there) man, I know you...you know what? Yeah, i'm sure you're not a novice at being dawgish- and YOU ASKED ME WHY I'M SINGLE-IT'S BCUZ OF MEN LIKE YOU!"

I wasn't extremely loud, but I whispered as loud as humanly possible while being super ghetto demonstrative!

"Give me my number back, and I wanted to be your friend!" I reached towards the paper I wrote the number on. I see it's a handbook-can't rip that.
So, I scratch the number out. As best as I could.
"Bria."
"WHAT?" thru gritted teeth.
"I'm an accountant. I have a thing for numbers. I know the number already."
What did that nig-(there I go again)Oh, no he didn't.

I looked him dead in the eye and said:
"And if you have a thing for getting your feelings hurt- call me. Call me, if you want to. Just like you're a professional with numbers, I'm a pro in reading you your rights up one side of you, and down the other. Try me if you want to."
I knew he was embarrassed. He was trying to save face by smiling as if we were having a regular ol' conversation.

I told him his girlfriend was stupid, and I know she knows he's a cheater.
I said 'now I understand why you took up for hoedom...CUZ UR ONE!"
I'm out-and if you call me, I promise you'll regret it-O!"
and I took my leave.
****
My question is,
"Why me Lord?"

I'm not trying to hear it was an assignment...being single is a struggle sometimes, shoot more than sometimes.
What is it going to take to meet a brotha who is qualified, certified, bonified, ride-or-die, stick-n-stay brotha, who's worthy of being with me and vice versa?
Why am I meetin' busters?
What is it with 40+ yr old men who lie, cheats, and just can't keep it real?
I don't get it.
I'm not bashing men-I'm just bashing him and his type.
smh


Singlehood is NOT for the faint of heart.
YES, this was a true story...unfortunately.

**UPDATE**And I Can't Get ONE Husband!

You're Kidding Me, Right?!

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Meet Eunice Lopez.
Eunice is in her 20's (*sigh* if you say so, Eunice) and has married 10 men.
At once.

They paid her to marry them.
Girl, what were you thinking?!!!!


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Eunice, YOU have a lot of nerve!!
But your eyebrows are shaped nice.

-IVBB

What Is It Going To Take In Order to Wake Up, Black Man?!

I hold great respect and admiration for a blogger named Lynn of http://www.hicktownpress.com/. Her no nonsense approach to life, oftentimes causes me to think, check myself and at times laugh in the face of trial and tribulation. On this day, Lynn has posted her views on an issue that is near and dear to my heart. They are words of frustration, that ends with a question mark, and it seems as if MEN DO NOT HAVE THE ANSWER. I didn't say a man do not have the answer, but is it fair for one man or a couple of good men, to put the world on his/their shoulders? Men, you claim your "man" title when you want to do wrong ("I'm a MAN", "this is what MEN" do blah blahblah)...HOW ABOUT CLAIMING YOUR "MAN" TITLE WHILE YOU "MAN-UP??" HOW ABOUT CLAIMING YOUR "MAN " TITLE while you're striving to make change in the midst of adversity, and not giving up WHEN ATTENTION IS NO LONGER ON YOU????

Family, please read Lynn's words. And may they fit in your life, where they may-Ivent:


Thousands of Philadelphia Men Turn Out in an Effort To Curtail Continued Black on Black Genocide source

October 23, 2007
By Lynn Green

Thousands of black men turned out Sunday to support a volunteer effort aimed at reducing violence in this crime-plagued city, lining up for several blocks to register.
Volunteers who join street patrols as part of the “Call to Action: 10,000 Men, It’s a New Day” campaign will not carry weapons or make arrests but will instead be trained in conflict resolution, organizers said.
“Nobody else is going to magically come into this community and get it done,” said real estate developer Abdur-Rahim Islam, a lead organizer.
Mayor John F. Street, music producer Kenny Gamble and other black community activists joined Police Chief Sylvester Johnson at Temple University for the kickoff rally.
Acknowledging that police alone can’t quell a run of violence, Johnson called for 10,000 volunteers last month to help make the streets safer. Philadelphia endures a reputation as one of America’s deadliest cities, with about a slaying a day and many more non-fatal shootings.
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You know what? Something is strange when black men have to be begged to stop killing each other in the streets like dogs. We can’t put this one on the mythical “white man”. The “white man” is not controlling our brains with a remote control (sorry, conspiracy theorists). No, we are doing this to ourselves.
Check the statistics on Philly:
The City of Brotherly Love has also been called one of America’s deadliest cities. There have been more than 320 murders this year alone and more than 80 percent of the murders involve handguns. And most involve young black men. source
Apparently if you give a modern day slave (confused, self hating black man) a gun, he will not stop until he finds another black man to murder. It’s the wild west in too many cities.
I have a question for the black male bloggers who lurk this site. WHERE ARE YOU in this? Why haven’t you said one word about the responsibility that black men have in discontinuing this self styled genocide? This is insanity at its height and every black blogger out there needs to put this situation on blast.
Hey Jay-Z, where are you, dude? You cerainly had no problem doing a public service announcement to beg blacks to never say a negative word about Jews, but where is the public service towards the confused black slaves in Philadelphia, Baltimore, Los Angeles and Chicago who are adding to the literal destruction of our youth? You sorry hypocrite!
Hey Nas, you say you want to make a social statement by coming out with a CD called “Nigger”. Well I have a statement for you, bitch. Yes, I just called you a female dog. If you can call your own people a nigger I can call you a female dog. If you truly want to make a statement, how about going to Philadelphia and talking to the youth there about discontinuing their genocide on one another, instead of encouraging them to continue calling each other niggers while they blow each others’ brains out.
One more thing. What’s up with this crazy statement:
As organizers point out, a community can not rely on the police alone to stop violence and illegal activity. But don’t stop with 10,000 black men!
Get 10,000 black women involved and 10,000 whites and Hispanics and so on.
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Back up. Black women are TIRED. What do you mean, get 10,000 black women involved? Black women aren’t the ones roaming the streets like rabid wolves killing folks. No, this one is on black men solely. YOU man-up, act like you have some balls, and deal with this. Leave black women out of this one. Mammy days of solving all black men’s problems are over. We need some real men to step up to the plate and solve this problem. Allow black women to be feminine for a minute. Stop trying to turn us into men. It’s time for you to move to the front. We are not your savior and we are not your mamma.
I’ve had it up to my ears with a certain segment of the black community. Always looking to black women to fix problems. Naw…the days of shucking, jiving, scratching where you don’t itch and buck dancing are over. Black women are TIRED of carrying you as you jigaboo, kill your own people and chase white women. YOU SOLVE THIS ONE, BLACK MEN!
Do I sound like I’m angry? Well, I am LIVID