Monthly Archives: December 2010

forgotten kwanzaa principles

today's kwanzaa principle.

harambee, brothers and sisters!

as you may or may not know, we are currently balls deep in Kwanzaa time.  if you know that, then you also know the seven principles of Kwanzaa–umoja, ujamaa, koochiechakkakhan and all that jazz.  or rather–you know what you THINK are the 7 principles.

what you DON’T know is that there are actually, like, a gazillion principles, but in The Man’s efforts to keep black folk from havin their own shit, they have been buried in the margins.

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so this happened, too.

during my november hiatus, something cool happened when dr. drew found and read the potentially inappropriate love letter i wrote to him.  in addition to that, something… interesting happened when one of the members of the group Highland Place Mobsters saw that he and his homies made my list of ‘obscure r&b covers.’

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that’s what kwanzaa is all about, charlie brown.

koochiechakkakhan , brothers and sisters!

today is december 26th, the day after the white man’s holiday and the first day of Kwanzaa, a pan-african celebration of black history and culture.

and you know what?  nothing says black history and culture like a white woman making a kwanzaa cake.

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so, you’re buying Tyrese’s book, huh?

that’s pretty cool.  i mean i kind of question it, given his history of hard to decipher, slightly asinine tweet philosophising, but it’s your money.  do what you will with it.

something you should know, though.. for Tyrese, “staying out of your own way” apparently means stalking your baby’s mother and sleeping in your car in front of her place all night.  yeah, that happened.  last night, actually.

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a GREAT way to get bitten

i just wanted to post this really quickly for ppl who like to smell good and/or are still getting throttled and mistreated by this recession.

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uncomfy moments in “Histeria” history

not pictured: the kid in a Gestapo uniform.

Do you guys remember the WB catoon “Histeria?”  It was an Animaniacs-esque show that sought to entertain children while teaching them about world history.  Now, to a history freak like me, this show is just what the doctor ordered.  The Animaniacs is one, if not, my favorite cartoon series ever, and history is just freaking awesome, so the combination of the two really works for me.  But to the average 8-14 year old kid?  There aren’t many ways to make history cool, fun, or exciting.  Unless you sing and joke about it.  Which is what they did.

The problem with this… much of history is grim, bloody, and violent, and this show didn’t gloss over things like war, racism, and genocide.  They just.. did cartoony things with it, which, in retrospect, gave some often uncomfortable results.  Here, in kind of no particular order, are 5 of the most uncomfortable Histeria moments on youtube.

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Prince no le gusta sherri shepherd’s vajayjay.

prince does not wish to hear of sherri's vagina. it upsets him.

lotsa vagina talk around here lately, hmm?

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this christmas, elmo says:

TICKLE DEEZ NUTZ, BIYETCH!

(saw this at Target yesterday.  tried to move his hand off his furry little crotch in the name of decency, but it’s sewed on there, so elmo really means that shit.)

so, this happened.

so.  if you’ve been here for awhile, you know of the long-standing hot, sweaty crush that i have on Dr. Drew, captured in the love letter that i wrote to him some time ago.

well, one of my twitter buds tweeted it about a month ago at the beginning of my latest hiatus, and it somehow made it’s way to the man himself. dr. drew read my love letter!… and tweeted about how it scared him.

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b.mc.p exclusive! an interview with Keri Hilson’s vagina

with all the hoopla and hullabaloo and rigamarole surrounding Keri Hilson’s latest video, “The Way You Love Me,” which has gotten an incredible amount of bad press due to its hyper sexual images and lyrics.  i met Keri’s vagina in the sun room of her mansion, where she sat in a recliner wrapped in a neck brace, sipping a cup of chamomile tea.

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