Hmmm I have two choices on where to spend New Years.
ONE: Play cards with my family, even though they would be drunk so it would just end horribly, but its always hilarious. Yet, some also cheat, which is just sad since they are only playing for quarters. Who just cheats someone out of a quarter?
TWO: Just get drunk at home and make an ass out of myself playing the PS3 online.
Alexis Madrigal wrote the article at the link, but it’s mainly an endorsement of a series of tweets by @TejuCole:
I don’t like this expression “First World problems.” It is false and it is condescending. Yes, Nigerians struggle with floods or infant mortality. But these same Nigerians also deal with mundane and seemingly luxurious hassles. Connectivity issues on your BlackBerry, cost of car repair, how to sync your iPad, what brand of noodles to buy: Third World problems. All the silly stuff of life doesn’t disappear just because you’re black and live in a poorer country. People in the richer nations need a more robust sense of the lives being lived in the darker nations. Here’s a First World problem: the inability to see that others are as fully complex and as keen on technology and pleasure as you are.
One event that illustrated the gap between the Africa of conjecture and the real Africa was the BlackBerry outage of a few weeks ago. Who would have thought Research In Motion’s technical issues would cause so much annoyance and inconvenience in a place like Lagos? But of course it did, because people don’t wake up with “poor African” pasted on their foreheads. They live as citizens of the modern world. None of this is to deny the existence of social stratification and elite structures here. There are lifestyles of the rich and famous, sure. But the interesting thing about modern technology is how socially mobile it is—quite literally. Everyone in Lagos has a phone.
what!? really? i thought they all had millions. what you mean half gets taken away by royal expenses?
"Spain's scandal-hit royals revealed their detailed income for the first time Wednesday, showing King Juan Carlos received a salary plus expenses of 292,752 euros ($382,600) in 2011.
The 73-year-old king’s state grant of 140,519 euros was supplemented by 152,233 euros to cover expenses for official duties, said the accounts, published on the royals’ website http://www.casareal.com.”
And then from the sounds of this:
"The royal budget was frozen in 2010 and then cut by 470,000 euros, or 5.2 percent, to 8.43 million euros in 2011. The royals themselves had reportedly proposed the cut."
They may have millions in estates or saved up somewhere, but they are not receiving millions for some time now. Ugh this reminds me when the Queen had to stop renovations for one of her estates, because of the lack of funds (im not sure which one it was exactly).
Can they just leave the glamour of Royalty alone! At least let me have the idea of my Prince dashing me away like Cinderella. Who wants to be a princess on a budget?
Always these people in Politics that want the man on man action.
“His former mistress, Traci Nobles said in a book proposal that he would bring up the idea of threesomes and that, “I’m not really talking about other chicks… How about with another guy?” Nobles then asked him if he was turned on by other guys and he said yes.”
He wanted other guys, great for him. Just don’t brag around town how your wifey is pregnant.
Hand that damn phone to the press. I want screenshots of these texts before I believe in what she is saying.
idk how you gon’ up your queen status when you already there but i don’t know if she even will, honestly. part of me is like ‘this woman probably doesn’t even remember it’ like sometimes she just be so aloof lmao
I hope she sends out a dainty “Fuck you” right in return, tbh. She don’t even have to literally say FUCK YOU either.
I can definitely see her flipping her damn hair and leaving them after she cracked for a split second, just flipped her hair and left. Memories of people who tried her are lost in the pounds of hair she has.
Its okay though, she doesn’t need to send out any messages, because I bet her Detroit comes out when she is brushing her hair before she goes to bed.
"Little Negros trying me today *brush brush*, thinking they all above welfare just because they wine and dined with me. *brush brush* I have two stars on the Hollywood WOF, Howz about you? *brush Brush*"
DAVID BYE. They wouldn't be talking like that in front of their mothers.
Girl he was around his brother and some other friend. Diana was across the room, not even acknowledging them until some fool spoke too loudly. She decided to jump over that barrier to check them, which to me was already pushing it.
Like I said, his group was in the wrong! He shouldn’t have came for Diana like that, and yes you are right he shouldn’t be using that language in the first place. But all I’m saying is that if Diana would have rephrased her request better and acted more like a peer than a Diva then she wouldn’t have been slightly in the wrong.
Diana is over 60 years old, she should know by now how she comes across. The word “please” is the universal barrier smasher.
Checking people is a tricky game, especially when you have some status in the world. Please never hurts.
I was sitting in this mogul’s house. My brother was there, and they were having lunch. It was real nice, going down to the beach and everything. And then we see this woman walking on the beach. It’s Diana Ross. I ran down there and got her.
So now we’re sitting in this room. Diana Ross is sitting with Eddie in the mogul’s section. I’m with some common folk on the other side. We’re talking, having fun. One guy happens to use the f-word. And Diana Ross comes all the way across the room and says,
“Excuse me, I don’t know who you gentlemen are, but I don’t tolerate any profanity in my vicinity.”
Now we’re not at Diana Ross’s house. We’re in another house. We don’t work for her. That’s what we’re all thinking. And one guy goes, “Fuck you, Diana.” She was stunned. Her face, it looked like pieces of it were falling off.
No one was sorry. Because what sticks out in this story for me is: Why are people kissing Diana Ross’s ass? Is she God? No. She sang on some records and did a good job! I give her props. But that doesn’t make you more of an adult than me. That doesn’t give you any more rights than me. Being your fan is optional. If you forget that, because everybody’s been blowing sunshine up your ass, you’re putting yourself in the position to take a fall. That’s the moral of the story. Always stay humble. It’s the only way you can’t get humiliated.
Kind of makes him look like an asshole? It does make him look like an asshole. It wasn’t like Diana was standing there telling him to bend over and kiss the ground she walked on. All she simply asked was for this person not to curse around her, and I guess they took this for some type of uppity behavior and decided disregarded her with a FUCK YOU as if that makes the situation any better. This wasn’t about Diana asking for someone to blow sunshine up her ass, this was about someone getting mad about something over completely juvenile.
And last but not least, this doesn’t have a damn thing to do with humility, Charlie.
I think both parties were in the wrong. Ms. Ross could have phrased her request better than, “I don’t tolerate that in my vicinity”. Do you see a “please” in that statement? I’m hoping Murphy excluded that out. Especially when she started out with a, “I don’t know who are you, buuuut…”. Girl that is slight cunt, and you know it is, especially when she walked halfway across the room to scold the gentlemen.
Now does that excuse the gentlemen for coming at Ms. Ross like that? Hell to the no. He could have easily told her that the way she came out was belittling, and he’ll stop the behavior. Just because she is a Legend, doesn’t mean the little people have to try and snatch her wig to boost their small egos.
Does anyone else find the gif kind of terrifying? I don’t know what it’s from, but her eyes are scary.
*cue the angry people who know what this is from and can’t believe I don’t*
It’s from White Chicks. Pretty funny movie. That girl is really a black man ( one of the Wayans Brothers). :D
like omg if i reblog this post will all of the men i have ever had a fatty for descend into my bedroom and pop my pussy one by one?
Lets not shoot for the stars dear. Tumblr will get sued for causing broken vaginas, and seeing how most of these girls are desperate for even a small dick to enter the vagina, it’ll be way too many men for just one poor little vagina.
the movie this christmas brings me so much fucking joy omg i just watched it and i want to cry its my favorite christmas movie ever i love black people so fucking much and its filled with perfect black people and they are everything black people are supposed to be i want to be like sandy in this christmas and one day marry into a black family ily this christmas and ily black people
Yeah, I love me some black people too who are perfectly black, and makes sure they are what black people are supposed to be.
It does not matter what you say. As a woman, as a woman of color, as a woman of size, as a woman with large breasts or no breasts and a lifetime of experience with bucket loads of passion. It does not fucking matter.*
Because unless there is a white guy backing you up, you are an angry bitch. Uppity, spirited, “that girl”, the femanazi, the super-libber, the PC chick, the conspiracy theorist…
A few months ago I posted something on a forum about how interesting it was that we only bomb brown countries. As Tom Wise suggested, perhaps it’s time we stop talking about how the war was for oil, and instead question why we feel we’d be entitled to that oil in the first fucking place.
Almost immediatly, but just as predictably, I was hit with good old Reverse Racism. The Double R that gets pulled out whenever the privileged hear something they’d rather not. It is the equivalent of putting your hands over your ears and screaming “la, la, la, fucking la” until the other person gives up and walks away.
Even the site administrator called me a racist.
Then, another well known poster there put on a clip of George Carlin ranting on how we only bomb brown countries. (www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDkhzHQO7jY“>skip to the 2 minute mark if you’re interested in hearing it)
And suddenly, as if God himself had shone through the clouds and crowned me righteous and worthy. The tides turned. All of a sudden everybody could “see the point” I was trying to make. All of a sudden I was no longer the nefarious reverse racist infiltrating white society only to destroy it. I was just sharing the same opinion as George Carlin. I was worth believing.
I decided that day not to post there anymore. At least not with them knowing my ethnicity and gender. But the problem hardly stays online.
Last night I had dinner with my ex-husband and a mutual male friend who is visiting Paris. Discussing Prop 8 he asks me, “Well but you probably feel more comfortable around gays than straight men, don’t you?”
I say, “of course I do. A majority of my time in a straight club is spent getting away from men grinding up on me as though they own me.”
Naturally he doubts my story. “It can’t be that bad, though?”. My ex husband, bless his bouncer past, promptly sets him straight. He tells him how I used to go to his club all the time and he had to assist me more than once when men became predatorial on the dance floor.
And as soon as my ex mentions this the man shuts up. It is not enough to take my word for it. Never mind that I’ve been hanging out in my post puberty body for a fair amount of time now. I must be exaggerating because that’s what women do. The worst part? This guy wasn’t even a douche. He is a genuinely nice guy with an amazing girlfriend. But his natural default state is to disbelieve my story.
I just wish my own experiences were enough. That the experiences of fellow women were enough. But we must always come with backers. We must always have a few men nodding along behind us in the crowd. And at the very least if we’re going to be so bold as to bring up racism or sexism in polite company then we better be willing to quote reputable studies that have been widely recognized by the psychological and sociological communities.
If we lack this armor we are just drama. Dramatic or…wait for it…psycho bitches who think everybody is out to rape them or thinks they must be “Like, soooo attractive to be hit on so much and totally, probably, like, thinks like a victim”.
This is so dangerous because I believe it teaches us not to trust our own judgements. Sadly, in this world that can be life or death. When that guy hits on you for the third time at the club we should just get over it. He wasn’t being that creepy. “Oh no, girl, don’t talk to the bouncer about him, that’s just drama. Just have a good time”. I complained anyway but nothing was done.
And hey, when he tries to attack you while leaving the club—which happened to a friend and I in June of this year—the police may ask you why you didn’t complain “more than once” to security. I shit you not.
Because it is never good enough. It’s always a teachable moment from man to woman. So listen up, child, because that’s exactly what you are. At least until a white man comes to back up your claims. But I don’t have to tell you that. You already know. The trick is for this argument not to be dismissed outright by some dude in a Quicksilver t-shirt because the fact is, he has final say on the veracity of our claims.
It’s not fucking coincidence I can quote that man at length. It’s a motherfucking necessity. And people wonder why I can’t sleep at night…
*I wanted to note that I am fully aware that when men of color talk about racism they are not believed by white society either. This is not a woman’s problem in totality. Sadly, that hardly negates their default reaction of disbelief when, as women, we share our own stories with them.
Fucking relevant at the moment with all this Hugo shit happening.
Y’all need to quit acting brand new. You all know the privileged man has that wisdom only other privileged men understand.
Going through the AHS tracked tag and my God, they’re a lot of rape apologists in that fandom aren’t they?
I thought Damon fan girls were bad…
Girl I gave that whole tag the Patti Labelle side eye. I just can’t with them. Too many dick starved people, need to get off tumblr, go on Craigslist, and get some DICK! I’m sorry, but that is a whole new low, when you can imagine yourself with a person like Tate, and not even think twice about it.
"I know he raped he that women, buuuut he so pretty and tormented and has feeeeelings. OMG! I want him to be obsessed with me like he is with violet. I want a man to kill for me. Tate have me plz."
Stupid anon, tricks are for kids. Fatass. Child PUHLEEZE calling a flawless gurl a FATASS is such a lowball, welfare status read. Get thee to your nearest Public Library and earn your Library card.
When people pull that out of their ass, you know they are desperate and quite honestly a little “touched” if you know what I mean. Think about it, if my fabulous big ass is going to come at somebody, you best believe I’m going to make sure those simple taunts don’t phase me.
A big bitch like me isn’t going to be bothered by someone calling me a fatass, hell I’ll be more bothered to slap someone if they told me to put the butter down after spreading it on my toast.
Now if you’ll excuse me, this fatass is going to continue on with his day.
… This wasn’t me! I never listened to his music; I watched all 22 parts of Trapped in the Closet because I wanted to see all the foolishness. R. Kelly is more irrelevant than Ashanti.
Wait I got a legit Anon who wanted to come for me? Is today my birthday or something?
You didn’t just come for Ashanti though! Sure switched labels quicker than a female changing her tampon during her period, but that doesn’t mean that girl wont slay soon. Don’t tell me you wasn’t jamming to those records early 2000s.
Do we have a delusional R. Kelly stan over here? You need to stop drinking R Kelly’s piss and start drinking some normal water child. His career is winding down, and he needs to accept that. Sure he was good in the 90s, but that’s about it.
Larry come to the light. Yes, I’m calling you out, because I don’t receive anons unless its from you.