As Women’s History Month winds down I thought I would just give a shout out to my homegirls over at ProperTalks for all the good work they do in speaking the truth to the youth.
As a matter of fact I want to give a shout out to all the women who are working their damnedest to bring some equitable justice to the disenfranchised women all over the world.
And a special shout out to all those women taking their destinies into their own hands one piece of clothing at a time.
MSN.com just confirmed what most of already knew…
That prostitution is essentially recession proof.
After the nuclear holocaust the only thing that will remain will be the cockroaches. And the hooker cockroaches.
The only bad thing about the recession is the aspect that hookers have to turn more tricks to come up on the same number of stacks. So instead of a JULIA ROBERTS coming up on a RICHARD GERE to help her get out of the game she ends up with a GARY BUSEY, then a MICKEY ROURKE, then a WESLEY SNIPES, she hooks up with an ANNE HECHE, but then she claims it was her one and only time and she didn’t even like it.
If money were the only thing that mattered I suppose we would all be prostitutes of some sort.
For several years Chocolate Snowflake and I have been riveted to the television set over the BattleStar Galactica series. I can count on one hand the programs that she and I watch with devotional religion, better known as DVR, and BSG is one of those shows (FYI – The Office, 30 Rock, SNL and Anthony Bourdain FTW). I was a little melancholy that this was thre final season of BSG. The show has been more than a little entertaining and exciting considering the premise is simply just a soap opera on a space submarine.
There have been real life themes addressed on this program that transcend the overall plotlines and make you forget that you are watching a science fiction program. I’ve discussed the movie BladeRunner here on this site often. BSG picks up on that theme of what exactly constitutes humanity. We are confronted with characters that are machines in theory, but they respond to situations with emotion that is raw and palpable to that of any “human”. Racism was laid bare and dissected when the viewer had to consider the differences between the human and Cylon perspectives.
“Why can’t we all just get along?”
– RODNEY KING
The BSG finale was going to the answer to this question. The answer was going to lie inside of the mind of a child. Isn’t that where the universe is always the most majestic. Children don’t understand shit like racism or recessions. I thought the writers would bring us to this conclusion but instead they gave us a wild and meaningless shootout and a final thirty minutes of misplaced sentimentality. WTF?!? I have not spent the last four years of my life following this show to be let down like this.
BattleStar Galactica should be ashamed with itself for treating its viewers to such a lazy and morose finale. If I had know they would finish their production in this manner I would have never invested a minute in tuning in this season. It was like getting 24 hours of constant intense foreplay only to find out that the lady spooning your sachs had her vagina removed. At least the Cylons Boomer and Number 6 had operable vaginas.
At the end of the day Mountain Dew blue didn’t call for me to go to South by South West. That didn’t change my feeling for Mountain Dew blue either. I want to be with Mountain Dew blue. We have fun together. We like the same things like action figures, anime and Adult Swim.
I appreciate all the time that Mountain Dew and I have spent together, but I’m ready to move on with Mountain Dew blue now. I just hope Mountain Dew doesn’t call my phone when blue and I are together alone. That might get uncomfortable.
Remember last month when I told you that chunky JESSICA SIMPSON was one of the baddest bitches on two wheels? Some of y”all dudes str8 up slept on her talking about how the ‘Dukes of Hazzard’ JESSICA was better. Chea ya’ right! It looks like the reason I was sweating the thick chick JESSICA is because in times of economic uncertainty the same neural receptors that favor accumulating resources also favor full figured women.
It’s like there’s something in a man’s brain that tells us that lean times are in front of us and then that everlasting biological survival mode kicks in and we start to eyefuck all the ladies with the big drawls. I feel like I have been ahead of the game for some time. From the gate I only fuxed with fat OPRAH. The slim OPRAH was like an evil robot. Most chicks don’t look right either when they downsize from thick to thin. You just knew ANNA NICOLE SMITH was about to crash and burn when she slimmed down.
Watch how many thick chicks become pop starlet superstars the longer our economy stays fucked the fuck up. JENNIFER HUDSON. KELLY CLARKSON. MADEA?!? We are about to find out how much our collective conscious can handle the idea of being impoverished. I wonder if this is how shit was during the time of PAUL RUBENS (no Pee Wee Herman)? Thick chicks were the cats pajamas back then too. If the stock market tumbles just a little further I may have to eBay myself the Queen Latifah swimsuit calendar.
