HAPPY 1000!!!
Jul 27th
Hi cupcakes 
It’s only been 2 weeks and the site has officially broken it’s 1000-reader mark !! (1040 and counting). I’ve gotten nothing but positive feedback from all of you loverlies! Thank you for lovin’ my site/my insanity!!
as ever,
Q
you’re so vain. you probably think this song is about you
Jul 24th
…well it just might be. But the 200th person hit me today saying her style in this vid is so me. Though I despise comparisons (everyone should own their own brand of flyness) I must say our styles are similar…kinda…sorta..if I squint and tilt my head..a little. So this is for yall. You happy now?? Stop textin’ me about the shit!! LOL
Specifically you Z, you betta appreciate this!;)
But I am feelin’ my girl Rih right now. Making people forget Bey’s name and ish.
Keep reppin’ for the fierce short-cut redbones. Get it boo.
WNBA LA SPARKS a brawl & Detroit’s SHOCKed
Jul 24th
The first fight in women’s professional basketball took place two nights ago when the LA Sparks went up against the Detroit Shock and it was far from that of the feline persuasion.
Chicks was lookin’ to go in.
Are you really taking Milli Vanilli’s advice?? Their whole career was a lie!
Jul 24th
“You know me, In anticipation of precipitation, stacks chips for the rainy day”
–Young Hov
Oh it’s rainin’ ladies and gents. And on rainy days such as the one I am experiencing in Midtown Manhattan, I cling to what makes me happy to get through the day: fashion.
A personal motto of mine is: when the weather turns it’s back on you, turn your back on blaming hideous outfits on the weather.
Water, my cupcakes, is no excuse to look bad. Don’t blame it on the rain. I don’t know if people think that the downpour blurs other’s vision to where they are unable to see you lookin’ like a hot mess, but whatever you thought I am here to give you a warm and loving “uh-na-no-boo-boo”. Let’s get it together.
And to those on the extreme opposite of those who don’t even try, I say this: I love to look fabulous as much as the next–what I am saying, usually a little more than the next–but spending a week’s pay on a 600.00 Louis Vuitton umbrella that will snap in two at the first wind blow? Not cute… or smart.
Stick to things that won’t break in a day. The word is longevity people! I like to invest in coats and footwear. (If chosen properly these pieces can become heirlooms. Ie. A Burberry trench or some Yves Saint Laurent rainboots. But we’re in a recession pudding cups so I’ma keeps it funky aka cost-effective). When you have weather-ready kicks you’ll find that you have no excuse for looking like something that the rain done washed up onto the sidewalk along with the gutter water. It helps to build your look from the ground up; Better foundation 
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Peep the appropriate footwear (aka the Q’s) by clicking on the images below.
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- Hunter’s Classic Rain boot
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- Burberry whites
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- the furries
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- Sigerson Morrison Rain Flats
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- Gucci rain boots for men
And remember: The sun will come out tomorrow. In the meantime there’s no need to look like an orphan.
ciao quei bei!
Q
gnarls barkley “Who’s Gonna Save My Soul Now”
Jul 23rd
I’m such a fan. And just when I thought my dudes couldn’t get any weirder.
I can’t stop watching this video tho…. crazy
(side note: and apparently I’ve included about 6 other videos within this post LOL so feel free to skip through and enjoy. I particularly like Shwayze’s “Corona and Lime” and Keri Hilson’s “Energy”)
thanks Hills (and no, that wasn’t meant “facetiously” lol)
God’s Son x MoveOn.org x ColorOfChange.org
Jul 23rd
Nasir will join members of ColorOfChange.org & MoveOn.org today in Manhattan to deliver 620,127 petition signatures protesting the racist bastards that inhabit FOX news.
FOX has been dishing jabs at The Obama family and well… Blacks in general for some time now. As of recent, the antics include an on-screen graphic referring to Michelle Obama as “Obama’s baby mama,” a pundit that “confused” Obama with Osama, joking about the couple being assassinated, and an anchor calling a loving fist bump between Barack and Michelle a “terrorist fist jab.” In February, Bill O’Reilly talked about calling a “lynching party” to deal with Michelle.
Mr. Jones recently released a single and accompanying video entitled, “Sly Fox” to bring light to FOX’s lack of professionalism/blatant racism such as what you’ll see below.
FOX beware. Nas is coming.
can it be that it was all so simple then…
Jul 23rd
My older sisters grew up in Mount Vernon, NY: Home of Heavy D & the Boyz (if you don’t know who they are go kill yourself twice), Denzel Washington and in my recollection all that was cool when I was growing up in the late 80s, early 90s. During my preteen years, I always looked forward to spending weekends in the Vern. My sisters were young adults at this point and whenever I’d visit them I kinda felt like one too. Tons of songs marked this era for me but namely anything by Heavy, Guy, Keith Sweat, Johnny Kemp, Al B. Sure, and Bobby Brown. I was never exactly “allowed” to take part in the house party festivities that went on when I’d visit; My sisters knew my father would kill them. But they always pretended not to see when I’d sneak out of the bedroom and join the dancing crowd. Keeping an eye on me, they’d let me live, enjoy the good vibes, the people and of course the music.
One night, I fell in love. Not with any specific person understand, but with the way I felt whenever certain songs would come on. I guess in a way I fell in love with grown men singing to me. Even if they didn’t know me from a hole in the wall, listening to them croon about whatever it was they were singing about, I always pretended they did. It always made me feel like a woman; grown and privy to all that adults experienced and knew to be important. In reality, I had no idea why Keith Sweat loved merry-go-rounds so much or what it felt like to get paid on a Friday or why Johnny Kemp was so utterly excited about it.
But there was one song in particular that made me melt whenever I’d hear it. Aaron Hall’s “A Piece of My Love,” has been one of my favorites since the first day I heard it in 19sumthinornuther. The other day, I got into my boy’s car and was enjoying the selection of songs playing from his connected iPod on shuffle-mode. “A Piece of My Love” came on and I went through my traditional Oh My God, This Is MY JOINT right here! I was groovin’ hard until adulthood crept up and smacked the shit out of me. I actually stopped jammin’ and began to listen to the lyrics I had committed to memory and heart since I was noneya-years-old. Slowly, the realization of what he was saying choked the hell out of my fond childhood memories of men singing about love. I know now what Mr. Hall was really singing about. His take on love is as follows:
Baby, you can’t have all of me
Cause I’m not totally free
I can’t tell you everything that’s goin’ on … Baby
There’s a few things in my past
That should not be explained
I’m askin’ you baby
Be with me for a little while
Please
Hush
No questions asked
Lay back and relax
kick off your shoes
let your pretty sexy hair down
it’s time now baby
I’m giving you a piece of my love
Basically this negro was saying:
I’m not single; No, trick you can’t ask me any questions about it; Just lay down and let me do what I do and be happy that I’m breakin you off with a piece of my kit-kat bar; ah-ah! stop it. no. be quiet. you can’t have all my love just be happy with a piece.
Ain’t that ’bout a….
As I think about it, more than 80 percent of the songs that I loved when I was a child were either nasty as hell or real shady. It was only the other day that I realized why my mother shot me the I-will-smack-the-shit-out-of-you look when I asked her if I could dance to Janet Jackson’s “Pleasure Principle” for an elementary school talent show. LOL I was clueless about Ms. Jackson’s freakdom. I just wanted to dance.
As a child, you have a certain degree of innocence and dance to songs –regardless of the content– because the beat is knockin’ or the artist’s voice sounds so smooth. What are our excuses as adults when we drop down and get our eagle on knowing how dumb and ignorant the song is or when we bob our heads to the nursery rhyme stereotype-supporting lyrics because the rapper’s flow is retarded?
At what age do we become responsible as adults to choose what we support and dance to now that we are grown enough to understand the difference? Or will we forever claim ignorance in the name of keeping the party going?
When I want to think about the Vern, I still rock to “A Piece of My Love.”
Only now, I’m grown enough to know that Aaron’s take on love will never rock with me.
quote of the day
Jul 22nd
“I’m just gonna throw this out there because, well, it’s just the way I feel:
Dark Knight is the best sequel since The New Testament.”
–my twin brother, B
the MacDougal madness must cease
Jul 22nd
I’m convinced that no one in NY knows where the hell they’re going. Initially I was under the impression that it was only native NYers that were clueless when it came to navigating the five boroughs. No, no, you read it correctly: native NYers. As a native, born and raised in the Bronx, I can attest to the fact that about 80 percent of the people born here don’t know how to get anywhere outside of where they need to venture. They know their route to work, to school, to main shopping areas, to loved ones’ homes, places they may party. But ultimately everything else, my friends, is gray area and needs to be researched.
Tourists, or further, those who were born elsewhere and move to the city tend to have a firmer grip on the layout of NY and how to navigate through it purely out of necessity. “Might want to know where we’re going Susan, Don’t want to get mugged.” “Let’s plot our steps before leaving the hotel kids, don’t want to end up in the wrong neighborhood” or “Damn I’m really all alone in this huge city I need to find out where everything is.” I thought one group, between the out-of-towners or the natives, may have had the other beat. My mind was changed this past weekend.
I was attending an event for the Director’s Guild (snaps for Samantha) and had a general idea of the event’s location. However after the convincing persistance turned persistent convincing from my dear friend– sparked by her absolute faith in an online direction service– I put my natural sense of direction to the side and instead attempted to follow hers.
I had never been to this specific locale; I never had a need to go. What can I say?? I’m a New Yorker, I don’t go exploring. Well, maybe I should. Immediately upon exiting the 6 train at Bleecker street I knew my friend had unintentionally shat upon me. I knew the street I needed to get to, MacDougal, was a good amount of longa&& blocks down. I knew that a different train could’ve placed me much closer. And I was also suddenly aware, pushing through a crowded, sweltering Broadway Nassau, of the buckets of sweat pouring down my back. Most importantly, I knew that I was way too cute for this. I immediately became a tourist: “Excuse me, Do you know how to get to Macdougal from here?”
The varied responses were classic enough for me to continue asking random people, long after I knew where I was going, solely for the purpose of compiling this “did this mikkeyfikkey really just say that” list:
“excuse me, do you know how to get to Macdougal from here?”
- MacDougal, eeeehhhhh sheesh, you’re in the wrong borough sweetheart (short man with an Italian-by-way-of-Brooklyn accent) Yea, you want Brooklyn.
- The google building?? I didn’t know they had one.
- Yea, there’s one right there. (points at a McDonald’s)
- No, but you can look at my map to find the nearest rail (says the sweaty Brit while pulling out her map) We’re about three blocks from the M train (points to one of the hundred Ms on the map that clearly stood for Metro and marked everywhere any train stopped in NY)
- No, but I can take you to pleasuretown (says a middleaged seemingly conservative woman) **hard ass blank stare**
- Ain’t shit happenin’ on MacDougal ma, the party’s right here
- Sure I’m going there. (says creepy looking perv) You can follow me (Riiiiiiiight. Not happening my dude)
- Yea you gotta go down three blocks and make a right (we were standing directly on MacDougal when this was said)
The next day as I quietly enjoyed the irony of my friend completing the Director’s Guild program with a horrible sense of direction, a man passed me wearing a Barack Obama T-shirt. The shirt read “Be the Change you want to see.”
I inconspicuosly stopped at the nearest corner magazine booth and bought a map.
The madness must cease.
It ends here.
quote of the day
Jul 21st
59th Street A,D,B,C platform
9:52 a.m.
A homeless man is asking for change.
A blatantly homosexual man says, “Here sweetie, take my shades.”
Hands a confused homeless man his Aviator sunglasses.
In response to a puzzled look from a woman passing, the shades-giver then blurts out:
“What?? Even the homeless deserve to feel fabulous. You may have a home but he’s flyer than you now!”