When I was a young girl, I had no issue sleeping with someone else’s boyfriend, or husband for that matter. Just as long as I was getting something out of the deal, and his woman did not call my phone or bring any drama to my job, his false devotion to her was all right with me. Then somewhere along the way, once I turned 30, that all changed. I gradually became neutral about the arrangement, and then grew to disagree with it all together. What perplexed me the most was how I went from doing something for the sport of it with great pleasure, to looking down on it all together?
So what brought about this change? I’ll definitely say I drew a direct correlation in my ability to do for myself, and my willingness to sell my punany on the open market. Let’s face it, no matter how you slice it and dice it, if you are sleeping with a dude in exchange for gifts and favors, it’s a form of prostitution. It’s the oldest profession in the book. Upon further reflection I realized none of the money, favors, and assistance I had been given were free, but indeed loans. I was on a no money down, deferred payment plan, with a very high interest rate, to be repaid with pieces of my soul. Let us not forget, nothing in life is free, either you are going to pay on the front end, or the back end, BUT YOU ARE GOING TO PAY. Well when I began to pay the piper, all I could think about was the tires he put on my car, or the plane ticket he bought, or the bills he helped out with, all of which were long gone and forgotten about, and so was he. Here it is I found myself borrowing from the present to pay for the past, leaving me with many sleepless nights thinking about the future.
For those of you who are highly enthralled with the glitz and glam of Atlanta that you see on Single Ladies, don’t be! What you see on your television screen is not what you get. Be not confused, if you travel 10 minutes in any direction of Atlanta’s epicenter, you are in GEORGIA. The booshe scene here in The Bible Belt looks more like bouffant hairstyles and colonial porches than Chanel blouses and penthouse apartments.
Don’t get me wrong, we residence here in Atlanta are more than thankful for the image that Single Ladies portrays to the outside world. However, we don’t want any of you moving here and getting an attitude with us when we can’t point you in the direction of a Buckhead boutique that is remotely as fabulous as Indulgence (the boutique on the show) , or invite you a party filled with people who all look like models. For all of that, you may want to bypass Atlanta and head down to Miami. Continue reading
As The Twelve Atlantic Station Turns. This real life recount of 100% factual occurrences is sure to leave you at the edge of your seat, laughing to no end, and dying to get to the bar at Twelve Atlantic Station to witness some of this for your self.
In this installment of As The Twelve Atlantic Station Turns, I want to introduce you to Hurricane Katrina. Hurricane Katrina is one of the so called managers of the restaurant. The residents of the building call her Hurricane because everything on her looks displaced, disheveled, and disgusting. Quiet as its kept, when I first saw her, I commended the restaurant for having a mentor ship program with a battered women’s shelter. Unbeknownst to me, in the words of Beyonce “She woke up like this”. Just picture Miss Celie meets Ragedy Ann. Non the less, her appearance is the least of Hurricane’s issues. Her mental capacity, or lack there of is the main thing crippling operations. Chile one day we had a field day laughing at the poor woman trying to transfer a call. She struggled so bad with trying to use the telephone that eventually the person on the other end just hung up.
Recently Atlanta was hit with a snow storm that left the city paralyzed and residents and hotel guest trapped in the building. Lord have mercy Jesus, why was Hurricane and her missing brain on duty that night. Chile food orders were backed up for over an hour. Folks were placing orders, but only half their order would come out while there was another 40 minute wait on the other half. Hurricane found it more prudent to argue with restaurant guest over discounts for poor customer service than to address the fact that their was a break down in the kitchen. Continue reading
Bae-Bae last night’s episode of The Real Housewives of Atlanta had it going on. There are so many unanswered questions and mixed reviews as to who’s to blame. The Doll most certainly has her opinions and I’ve consolidated them all in my latest video ‘My Hair Is Layed Like Obama Care.’ Get into the video, check out the poll questions, and let The Doll know your thoughts. Continue reading
Written by: Brian Rayfield
Saints, the “morality” gods have spoken, and in the name of what’s right and humane, have decided to cancel the George Zimmerman/DMX celebrity boxing match. For those of us who were damn near “up in arms” over this foolery, we can breathe a sigh of relief; And for those of you who were actually planning to monetarily support this endeavor, well, you can have several seats.
For those of you who are a few weeks behind, let me quickly bring you up to speed. About three weeks ago, word began to circulate that “acquitted” Florida KILLER George Zimmerman was looking to be pitted against another non-factor in a “celebrity” boxing match.
Now follow me with this. Remember, George Zimmerman is the same man whom a Florida court found not guilty in the 2012 shooting death of unarmed, black teenager, Trayvon Martin. The same individual who has had numerous run-ins with the law since being acquitted; YES, he is a celebrity now.
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Bisshhhhh somebody got theirwig split. So you wanna be a groupie huh? Please note that there are occupational hazards that come along with this sh!t. I hope you’re bout it! In the words of our dearly departed K. Michelle, don’t shake unless you want to get shook. I wonder if lil mama above shook or got shaken. You be the judge.
Below is the consolidated post chronicling the chain of events as they developed. Continue reading