R-r-roger THAT

Anyone who knows me knows that I am not a fan of a certain ubiquitous female rapper. Yes, ladies and gents, this is a post about the infamous Nicki Minaj. I do not care for her. It's important, however, not to confuse me with your run-of-the-mill, envious "hater". [EDITOR'S NOTE: that word "hater" is REALLY played now, can we please get a new term for the year 2011? Pretty please?]

So; here are my main points of contention with the garrulous raptress: [one.] The way you visually present yourself speaks volumes about who you are, and when you are in a prominent position in the entertainment industry it also speaks volumes about who your people are. Nicki's standing on the world stage wearing the store-bought version of every body part available in artificial varieties-- and with all those parts and more exposed for men's salivary pleasure-- is a SAD commentary on the mental state of the Black woman in general, and in the area of self-image especially.
(Now I am well aware that she is not the only ultra-visible sista who's body is 50% made-in-Taiwan....but neon wigs? Really?? And the unforgivable sin: the alleged pad-a-panty. A false behind....on a Black woman?!? The world is surely coming to an end! lol. smh.)

[two.] Blame it on the competitiveness of the rap game or whatever, but we've gone from brothas speaking about us females the way we wouldn't want anyone to talk about our PETS, to one of our very own femme fetales outdoing the men with the awful way she portrays Black women in her lyrics. I mean COME ON. In Usher's "Lil Freak" talkin' about how she wants a chick with "a big ole' ghetto booty"-- what, so now a fellow sister in the struggle is gon' stand right in our faces, with her pad-a-panties on, and propagate the idea that a sista is only as attractive as her behind is big???? And if she refers to herself as a b**** or a blond-haired plastic shell one more time....... Use your imagination.

Now considering that this chick has a fan base that is largely pre-pubescent, she has a large influence on tomorrow's generation of Black women. That, considering everything mentioned above, is a tragic fact. We'd all do well to stop promoting people like this-- who handle their fame so irresponsibly, to the detriment of Black America. And if she has any respect for herself, the innocence of those whose parents don't have enough sense to stop them from listening to her, her fellow women, or the integrity of the hip-hop genre, she'll get in, get her money, and get out. Or start singing a different tune.




....if you ask me. PEACE.

So, my first real post! This one's about something we can all witness right now, if we just look around. It's winter break, and we all have friends, acquaintances, or friends of friends who are back in town from their first semester of college. How exciting-- getting the old crew together to share stories of your new lives as college kids. With the high school clique back together, it's just like old times. But wait. Notice anything different?





FACEBOOK UPDATE
Josh B.: exams over aaaah its gud to be home. No school, finna hit these parties dog! @BigDee where you at??

COMMENTS
BigDee Ericson: u kno Im there homie. we at Twon house friday?

Josh B.: hell yah you bringin the Ciroc?

PAUSE. You got one semester of college under your belt and now you drinkin' like grown folks? I mean is it me, or does there seem to be a secret class all college freshmen take entitled "Alcohol 101" ? Just about every gathering now has to involve drinking-- as if it's a real activity:

"Hey, girl, good to see you!"
"You too! You seen Cheryl 'nem yet?"
"Yeah, we all going to Tisha's house tonight."
"Cheryl bringing her Wii games?"
"No."
"We gonna watch movies?"
"No. But I'm bringing some Heineken."
"Cool! I'm there."

S.M.H. I guess everybody just expects college kids to drink, and that's why people go off to school and all of a sudden just get completely open with it. ('Cause it's not like you weren't drinking before you graduated and left home, only back then most kids pretended-- at least to their parents-- that they didn't.) So, hey. If the people won't conform to the law, perhaps the law should flow with the people (in this ONE case, that is. Don't take that statement and run with it!). With the way teens consume alcohol these days, the U.S. might as well follow in the footsteps of its parent country, England, and set the legal drinking age to eighteen

....if you ask me.

[Because as Chris Rock points out-- at eighteen, you can enlist in the armed forces, go into battle, kill people, and lose a limb. But you come back home, get to the bar and say "Bar tender, can you get me a drink?" and he's gotta tell you no? "You mean to tell me a one-legged teenager can't get a drink? Let me hear you say THAT AIN'T RIGHT." lol. Love that movie "Head Of State".]

That's all for now. Later, y'all

Alright, boys and girls. Let's take this baby for a spin. I had a blog once, long ago. Didn't really make use of it. So I'm basically new to this whole thing. I'm just getting a feel for the keyboard once again.
So this blog is going to be about dispelling ignorance, putting an end to foolishness- 'cause frankly, people, we allow way to much of it to of it. Foolishness is pervasive in this society, and it's time we sane people fight back. There are enough of us left. Common sense is still enough to win the war against ridicularity [you'll see made-up words like this in this blog from time to time].
To all readers, welcome. Comment; let's dialogue. Let's have fun. Tell your friends about "If You Ask Me," the common-sense teenager's last stand.