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Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Essence has lost her way

When it comes to fashion, Cosmo, Elle and Vanity Fair have never been friends to sisters. But we always had Essence.

That's right, had. Essence, once the black woman's bible, has hired a white fashion editor. Really?
It's bad enough that the magazine has become a chocolate coated Cosmo. It's all about the celebs and not the average black woman.
Where is Susan Taylor when you need her?

I can't remember the last time that I picked up a copy of Essence and felt empowered. Not since the take back the music campaign. Everybody wants to talk about this post racial society, but we are far from there. Just ask Shirley Sherrod
Still, black women need something of our own. We had that with Essence -- once upon a time. Where do black women go to get that support, that "You Go, Girl?" Now, it seems no where.
I don't know what some white chick will be able to tell me about fashion. Will she know how some jeans don't fit a black woman's body. We have ass, you know.

When Time took over Essence, I was afraid something like this would happen. The whitewashing of Essence begins.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

His Sexy Bad Habit is coming in Jan.

She Makes A Move For His Heart…
He’s hot and he’s single, but Antonio Billups has been out of the dating game for three years. Since his wife died, his focus has been on his business—and their son A.J. Enter new-in-town sultry, sexy Serena Jacobs, a woman who just might inspire Antonio to change his mind about being alone…

That His Body Can’t Resist…
Serena’s new restaurant is about to take off, and so is her heart—to Antonio. But events from her past are about to hit the fan—with a little help from Antonio’s scheming sister-in-law. Soon, Hollywood catfights and long-ago love affairs threaten the steamy relationship between Antonio and Serena, and when their secret histories collide, they must choose between a future with—or without—love…
“Hodges delivers a sizzling romance…” --Publishers Weekly on More Than He Can Handle

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Keeping it real

Real is defined by Webster’s as: not artificial, fraudulent, or illusory: genuine.
Put this in front of the word friend and you’re supposed to have something strong and forever.
Well, I’ve found out that isn’t always true. Friendships change, people change and not always for the best.

But here’s what I know, there are things that a real friend wouldn’t do and shouldn’t even have to ask.

Example number one:
If you can go seven months without noticing that you haven’t talked to someone, y’all are not real friends.
Even with Facebook, Twitter and MySpace, real friends talk on the phone. Maybe not everyday because this isn’t high school and we’re older now. Some of us have kids, husbands, boyfriends, ex-husbands and court orders — still a seven-month lag in have a real conversation signals that you’re an unobservant bitch friend or not real at all.

Example number two:
There are questions that a real friend doesn’t even need to ask.
Is “Kevin” your off limits ex? Let’s see, I cried, whined, and went ape shit about this man (no matter how many years ago) and you were right there with advice, telling me I can do better and wiping those tear away with a cup of coffee in your right hand. So, 10 years later you think it’s all right to ask me if it would be all right to pursue something with him — and you do it in a text message? A real friend wouldn’t have needed to ask that question and a real friend would’ve picked up the phone. (Just see example number one)

It doesn’t matter that you’ve known someone since kindergarten, you grow apart and you realize that person isn’t your real friend. Sometimes losing a friend can be painful, but think of it in this way:
You’re moving on to something better and everyone isn’t meant to go on that journey.
Trying to keep certain people in your life will halt your growth. Just ask Michael Vick, MC Hammer and a number of other people who tried to put everyone on their back as they moved forward. Some people should be forgotten and if you fall into that category, I really don’t care if you understand or not.