Why So Surprised?

While watching the preview to Vh1's Basketball Wives next episode something that Tami said ringed aloud to me. Tami stated that in her "hood" get your ass beat you shut your mouth about it and go home. But the thing is none of these ladies are no longer living in the hood and they are way past the age for a scuffle in the school yard. Last week Evelyn talk about the possible consequences of if the wine bottle she threw at Kenya had actually hit her. For a second you would think that she was actually reflecting on her obscene animalistic behavior towards the other girls, and how she could have experienced grave consequences such as being arrested and charged with a misdemeanor or worst. Its no surprised that Jennifer filed a lawsuit against Nia for assaulting her. I'm not say I'm #Team_Jennifer but I not don't support fighting at any age. I'll admit that it is inevitable in life not to get into a heated situation where you may have to defend yourself. But I do not condone someone deliberately getting up to slap someone. Just like mama said don't get up and hit other people children!!! If you want to touch someone touch yourself or your man. All I'm saying is don't be surprised when someone slaps you with a lawsuit.At the end of the day American law reigns supreme over hood. You should know how to compose yourself as a lady. Poppin' off ain't always cute especially how crazy Nia hair was looking like a wig almost. That side part was too far sweetie as her employer Ev would say "Its Leanin". At the end of the day these ladies need a reality in the law department cause that lawsuit really "Gon check ya Boo."

#Confession 2 Ep.2 "I Use to be a Hispanic Woman"

When I was in grade I identified myself and felt more accepted in the Hispanic culture. I was immersed in their mannerism, fashion, and food but most of all I loved their hair. For a long time I've been attracted  to Latino men and the sex appeal certain Latina women exuded. I wanted that same attention I saw the girls with the black raven-haired girls received every time they played with their hair and the boys just drooled and watched. Even when their hair seemed messy it still presented it self like mysterious sensuous wave. So I did what any capable women would do I invested in hair extensions or weaves, whatever your cup of tea. My longest extensions I ever installed where "24 inches by Indique Hair~Pure Wavy. The feeling of rich long hair had alas found me so I continued to indulge in it. Besides hair, during my preteen to teenage years all I dated was Latin brothers and a dash of brown sugar here and there. I guess you can say I'm down with the swirl. But hey some them remember the art of romancing a woman an art most men (eeh 'em) have forgotten! Most of my middle school years and little bit of high school I had a circle or Latin friends. Though I never learned to master the Spanish language there was always someone there to translate. I even hosted a little quinceanera for myself; in my room of course my mom would never spend that kind of money. But at the end of the day I learned that no matter what I would still be the black girl among a group of chicas. So I had learn to love my shoulder-length hair and black culture. No more dreaming of long Pocahontas hair only Indian Remy. Lol, never said I was going to stop installing hair~#Team_Extensions

An Ode to Shoes: Louboutina~Sestina

Where did you get those shoes?

I absolutely love those red soles

5 inch heels with the pointed toe

Paired with a gold anklet just like in the magazines

Louboutin I pledge to be forever chic

The 70’s are back and so are platforms totally chic

Black leather Italian made platform-pump shoes

Stylist top pick in every fashion magazine

I breathe, dream, and bleed those red soles

The day will come when I will have a pair of Louboutin(s)

“Daffodile” sleek black  pump closed toed

Or maybe I should get the one with the peep toe

Doesn’t matter because whatever Christian makes is always chic

Royal jewels and priceless accessories that’s Louboutin

Suede, thigh-high boots, and studded shoes

Liquid covered diamonds spiked heels with the signature soles

Appearing in editorial layouts for every couture magazine

Staying up to date with the latest Vogue magazine

Turquoise or nude for these open-toes

Walking up and down the hall like a runway burns my soles

But I’m a slave to fashion I must remain chic

Completing my private show I sit and admire the art of my shoes

For hours I examine and become immerse into the Louboutin

Yves Saint Laurent and Jimmy Choo’s can’t compare to Louboutin

The do not demand attention like “L” can in a prestigious magazine

They fall flat compared to the statuesque soles

Exuding fierceness and effortlessly modeling from heel to toe

Utterly fabulous, luxurious, and chic

Sparking rubies melting in each on the bottom of each sole

You do not know what it means to be wear those “Ruby” soles

Fashionistas every were blessed by their first pair of Louboutins

Instantly becoming ferocious and perfectly chic

Looking like high-fashion models in the magazines

Modeling the various styles open, peep, and closed-toed

Not a trend but a necessity for every to own those shoes

On the spread of every magazine and on the toes of every celebrity are those beautiful shoes

Shining brightly those red soles Louboutin signature oh so chic

The holy grail of shoes a crown for your toes in every magazine

#Confession 1 Ep. Boughetto?

In my early adolescencent  age I suffered under the label of being too "ghetto".  Talkin' with a certain and thing high socks with chucks and a short khaki cargo mini skirt was quote on quote cute. Yeah those were my middle school days, living in in NMB I guess Dade had this weird affect on me. I was just imitating what I saw around me. To be the class clown while still puting on a bravado of being "hard" and put b***hes in they're place. Oh those were the days alright! Lol. But after moving to Broward after the end of my 7th grade year I began to notice a change. There was less of a need for the iron bravado, hanging at the bus stop like a pack of loiters, and wreaking havoc with teachers. My studies became more important and I started getting A's consistently for the first time in my life. I was always still stayed the class clown though but I was an all around good student socially and academically. But that all went to hell in a hand basket when I got to high school. My high school of course was located in Dade and I socially became conflicted. It was a year since I was "ghetto" and I felt I found a calm within myself and became a mellowy and introverted. Also I suffered from a bad wardrobe at that time because my mother didn't allow me to wear PANTS! But that's another story for another time, lol. So I was tease for my long skirts, ughh (future therapy moment). That's when I realized the ignorance that is associated with ghetto people about perception. The quick in expense fashion fads (plastic shoes, lace fronts, overly ripped jeans, name plates & earrings), colorful language not found in the English dictionary, and thuggish life (boys with no aspirations other than being a rapper). I was never the one to follow trends or anything overly hyped (saturated); that's why I never saw a High School Musical movie (barf!). Well this great epiphany of me becoming too bougie came when my sister told me that I don't speak to people on a common level . Example # 1: I called her boyfriend's proposal idea of proposing on the Eiffel Tower cliche. She had a cow on me and said regular people don't say stuff like that you act like you went to Paris. True, but I heard the scenario from friends who done many times, and though he should have a more heartfelt and something original. Example # 2: I'm looking for a bank account (man). I have high standards and so do most women but financial stability probably falls on top of the list for me right next to ambition, career, and spiritual. So I might say no to every Markeith, Jerome, and Duvante doesn't make me bougie, it makes me selective. But I was hurt when my sister said sometimes what I say is too blunt and I sound like I'm better than people. One I never want to do is belittle someone. I guess sometimes I can give a stand-offish vibe that can be perceived as snobby but that's not the case. I always wanted to be considered down to earth not the B' in the Sky. But I guess I'll work on that, this is just a preview of the more bougie/ghetto things to come.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Bye Loves <3