Wordless Wednesday

Found at: http://www.postcardsfromla.com/leya/archives/2005_11.html

Eddie Long Schlong

If you have been living under a rock for the last week, let me clue you in on what is going on. Eddie Long is the “appointed pastor” of a huge Baptist Church named New Birth in Lithonia, Georgia (a suburb of Atlanta. This week the breaking news about Eddie Long Schlong is: he has participated in some sort of sexual activity with at least four young men at his church....allegedly. Now these young men are suing Long AND New Birth, asserting that the church had a duty to warn them about Long's proclivities and that Long convinced them that a sexual relationship was “a healthy component of their spiritual life.” OK, wow.

If that is not disturbing enough, this...man... got up in front of a cheering church today to say that he is fighting these allegations. He then compared himself to David, going up against Goliath, five stones available for his fight and he “hasn't thrown one yet.” There are several problems with this. Let me rephrase that: I have several problems with this. For one moment, let's all forget that he may have plied four young men with electronics, cars, money- church money- and clothes so that he could get some sexual gratification. Maybe he didn't do it. It is possible- I guess. Maybe he didn't send those now infamous pictures to teen-aged boys, so they would continue their sexual relationships with him. Maybe he didn't take advantage of his position as the “pastor” of a mega church, gleaning from the flock who he could devour. Let's even forget that if he DID have sexual relations with the four men that have come forward he could have swayed their life in ways unseen. Let's just focus on the David comparison and the cheering.

Here on our local news there was coverage on the people who actually attend New Birth. One lady said from inside her car that “even if he is guilty, we will stand by him no matter what.” What the hell did she say? I don't care who he is, or what inspirational phrases he says in church, if it is proven that this man used his position to prey on young men, this chick will stand by him? Is this a repeat of Jonestown? Listen carefully people- the only person that deserves that kind of dedication is the God you serve. I guess through her statements, we know who this lady's God is. While I am not one to second guess anyone's religion choice, I am super suspicious that there seems to be an undying devotion to this man- from this woman, and what seems like the whole church. What about the young men coming out against him? I mean he walked into church service this morning and it was standing ovation time. Really? That reaction is exactly why more men of the cloth are participating in and getting caught up in sex scandals throughout the world. Where is the doubt? Where are the questioning people? Where is the outrage? Where are the parents that are unwilling to turn their children over to pedophiles? How is it that church members that were marching with this man, protesting homosexual acts and same sex marriage, are now marching in defense of his homosexual acts? Does that make sense? Of course not. Am I surprised? Of course not. Let me state this plainly: blind faith in a man does not guarantee you a place in heaven. You can't buy your way in and the man you are following is not who you need to impress. Priest, bishop, pastor, reverend whoever- they all work for someone else... well, they are all supposed to be working for someone else. We should all keep that in mind.

The reference to David did not go unnoticed by people who know the Bible. Now I am not claiming expert status, but I do know the story of King David- and I will paraphrase it for those of you who don't know. David was known for following his penis into less than noble places. He lusted after another man's wife (Bathsheba), fornicated with her and impregnated her. If that was not enough, he arranged to have her husband killed in battle, so he could have her all to himself. (2 Samuel chapter 11) So, are we to conclude that the latest young man who came forward and said that Long Schlong helped him move to Atlanta to be closer to him, gave him a car and cash AND told him not to have any girlfriends would be Bathsheba in the story? Is Eddie Long Schlong's Goliath the truth? Who has he eliminated so that he can take advantage of these boys? Their parents? Schlong should tell everyone what happened after David displeased the Lord. Calamity came upon his house and what he did in secret was brought to light... and the first son he and Bathsheba had died. I wonder if this scandal will kill Schlong's child (New Birth)? {Side note: New Birth is definitely Long's child. When he was appointed in 1987 there were 150 members, currently membership is bordering on 30,000.}

David paid a steep price for disappointing God, and although we have all sinned and fallen short of the Glory, I truly believe that if pastor Long Schlong is indeed guilty of these acts the price he pays will be steep- and justifiably so. What are your opinions? How do you think this will pan out?

Say it Ain't So Jesse...

As I was perusing the Chicago Sun Times yesterday morning, I saw the picture of Jesse Jackson (Junior) next to the words "I'm Sorry" and I have to admit that I chuckled a bit. So, if you didn't know, Mayor Richard Daley has said that he will not seek re-election in the upcoming election. For the last three weeks there has been some serious political posturing going on in Chicago. IMHO, the family that has had their chests poked out the most was the Jackson clan. I don't like them. Seriously, none of them. Don't like the Jesses (Junior or Senior) or Junior's wife (who is an Alderwoman). I can just do without their political wrangling and Senior's claims of a racial bias EVERY time something comes up. (Senior- here is a helpful hint- race is not the underlying issue ALL the time. The more you whip out the race card, the less effective it is when it is actually warranted.) I guess there will always be politicians that rub you the wrong way, regardless of party... and the Jackson's rub me the wrong way.



So, what exactly is Junior apologizing for? Apparently, since the family has made it known that there may be some Mayoral aspirations, the shit has hit the fan (take note: heading Chicago will not be an easy job to get). Not only is Junior denying that he tried to buy the Senate seat vacated by Barack, but now he is apologizing for a recently uncovered affair. Um, excuse me while I barf. A political supporter has told the feds that at Junior's request some airline tickets were purchased for a female acquaintance. Ok, WTF? Now I am not advocating that people cheat on their spouses- in fact, I have to admit that I have limited respect for people who DO cheat. If you feel the need to sleep around, man up and tell your significant other. As grown ups there really is no reason to lie; have some dignity and don't be a sleaze ball- honestly. And just remember: how you get someone is how you will lose them. If they cheat on their spouse with you, they will cheat on you with someone else. I mean, I realize that it is really fashionable right now to be the other person, but that shit does not last. And if you think that you are different, you are delusional.



For the sake of argument, let's say that you are a politician and you are going to cheat. Be smart, for the love of Pete!! Do NOT have a supporter pay to fly your side piece from Washington D.C. to Chicago. Why give someone the ammunition they need to take you down? Why give them dirt to use against you, especially if you have political hopes and dreams? Come on Junior! Think with your big head.



I further chuckled when I read that his "female acquaintance" is a hostess at a cigar and martini lounge. That little factoid immediately brought back thoughts of Tiger and his entourage of whores. Is Junior going to have a press conference where he says he did it because he could? Because he didn't think that the rules applied to him? Let's hope not.



Seriously I don't care what Junior does in his private life. If his wife puts up with it, he can do whatever (or whomever) he wants. However, with this Mayoral opening, there is a chance for some substantial change in the city of Chicago. The Daleys have had a choke hold on Chicago for more than four decades (21 years for the dad, 20-so far- for the son). It has been both good and bad. Getting a new name/face and some new blood at the helm is going to be great. Chicago has been dealt more than a few blows in the public arena in the last few years, so I am going to go out on a limb and say maybe we shouldn't elect some asshole that is going to embarrass us more. I mean, if you can't keep it in your pants (or figure out how to hide your indiscretions better) do you deserve to be the Mayor of the third largest city in the United States? Good, bad whatever, you don't ever hear about Mayor Daley having a side piece of ass that he flies all over the country. Yeah, I am leaning towards no Mayor Junior for me. Am I saying that the other potential candidates are better than Junior? No. I AM saying that I am less annoyed with the rest of them, while fully realizing that less annoyance does not equal a great Mayor. In fact, there is only one candidate that I would endorse... and he would have to leave Washington D.C. to take the job. Oh Rahm, go ahead and throw your hat in the ring... I want you to! :)

Time Machine

I would love to think that I am not naive- sincerely. On most fronts I am not... I don't think. ;)BUT- I would like to be able to believe that under all the corruption and money grubbing, people are generally good. Seeing the posts that I put up about the city that I love in, the people I live around, the happenings of the world around me, makes it hard to come to that conclusion.

I was packing up some stuff around my house- awaiting the ability to move out of this place and I came across some cassette tapes (yeah-you read that right) from my youth. After I stopped laughing that I still have cassette tapes in my possession, I started to pop them into my radio and play them. Talk about a walk down memory lane! So out comes the most utopia laden lyrics ever- that's right, Let Love Rule by Lenny Kravitz is in my collection (proudly). He was (IS) so freaking phenomenal. Naive or not, this album allowed me to fall in love with him, his music, those dreadlocks AND the thought that it just might be possible to find common ground with everyone.

For the length of this song- I proudly wave my naivety flag. For a little over three and a half minutes, I remember that in 1989 when this album came out, I still thought that I could be whatever I wanted, do whatever I wanted, I could conquer anything- even hatred. The world was at my little (dirty) fingertips- all I had to do was work hard and grab opportunities like tomatoes on the vine. I look back on those days and wish I could have some of that innocence back. Questions on this day: What did you used to dream that you would be? What did you want to do with your life? Did you make it?

Ah well- there is always the time machine known as the cassette tape to sweep my mind back to simpler times.

Here is a song from the album. I won't post Let Love Rule because most people know that song. Does anybody out there even care is still relevant and I love it! :)
Key Lyrics:
*The dream is lost... Don't let it slip away.
*What will it take for us to join, in peace, my friends?
*Wake up world before it's too late. It's time for love to conquer hate.
*If we can learn that we're one- we can overcome!!
*Does anybody out there even care?

Chicago Love- A review of Bleeding Heart Bakery

I spend a lot of time on my blog highlighting the no so nice things that happen in the city of Chicago. So much so that I have to remind my reader (and sometimes myself) that I love this city... and I do love it here. One of the reasons I am so fond of Chicago is... food. That is right, food. Simply yummy, unpretentious, great Midwestern food. We eat well here! We should- we spend four to five months running from the bad weather; the summer is not nearly long enough and the winters start in October. How does Chicago make up for that? Simple- we have a kick ass night life, hot men AND we have amazingly great food.

One example of great food is Bleeding Heart Bakery. And before you ask- dessert is food and sometimes for me is breakfast, lunch and dinner. That's right, I said it. I had a bad day not too long ago, visited the Oak Park location bought some cupcakes... proceeded to eat them on the ride home and you know what? The day ended well. :) BHB is a local, sustainable, punk rock bakery- at least that is what their website says! After hearing rave reviews on Twitter, I decided to treat myself and see what all the hype was about

I walked in the bakery and was greeted immediately by the guy behind the counter (so sweet!) He was helping someone else so I had time to decide exactly which flavors were going to up my caloric intake for the day :) I decided on four cupcakes (don't give me that look). I purchased two red velvet cupcakes (the tops were sliced and the cream cheese frosting was on the inside of the cupcake), a carrot cake cupcake and a (are you ready for this??) chocolate peanut butter cupcake- which is vegan. They are all under the category of "Plain Jane" on the menu, but Plain Jane they were not.

I KNEW that the red velvet cupcakes were going to be amazing- and they were. I posted pics on twitter of half eaten cupcakes... from that notorious ride home. They were so yummy with the chocolaty explosion in each bite. I know my friends are laughing at these descriptions, but screw you guys- you're jealous because I am telling you these cupcakes were amazing. I was scared about the carrot cake one. I actually hate to order carrot cake anything because you never know what you are going to get. No one can make it like my mom, who has a secret ingredient that keeps everything moist, so I am always leery to order it- no matter how good everything else is. So as I started to undress this cupcake I was afraid that I had again fallen into the carrot cake trap. SURPRISE!! Totally luscious! Same cream cheese frosting (with a splash of cinnamon, I think)- the cupcake was not dry at all and there was shredded carrots inside. LOVED IT.

Was a little afraid of the vegan choice also. I mean, I get it, some people don't want to consume animal by products. Um, I am not one of those people. Again, I thought the flavor was going to fail. I was not really all that excited about it and I saved my second red velvet cupcake to eat after- just in case. No need. It was very good. I will admit that out of the three flavors the chocolate peanut butter was my least favorite (because gosh darn it that carrot cake one was an unexpected freaking phenom!!) but it was still great. I would eat it again- several times over! :)

ALERT: I just read that they have BACON CUPCAKES. Holy heart attack, Batman! I am going back and I am going to love it!! Since I ate the evidence of my cupcakes, head to their website and check out all the yummy options. This place rocks and I will definitely be back to sample some more cupcakes. Would it be inappropriate to say "I love BHB like a fat kid loves cake"? It is? Damn... ok. I won't say it... again. :) The staff was exceptionally nice and the cupcakes will be a repeat diet buster. Good stuff!! Hope to see you all in line next time I go... ok, behind me in line. :)

Soulful Saturday- Bruno Mars

Ahh the return of Soulful Saturdays!! I have a new obsession and here is the surprise- it is currently being played on the radio. Generally, I plug my iPod in as soon as I get in the car because most of the music put out today is garbage- catchy- but garbage nonetheless. But, oh Bruno Mars you have struck a chord with me.

No matter what kind of person you like to date, your "type" as it were, everyone likes to hear that you only have eyes for them. Everyone longs to hear that the person they like accepts them, for exactly who they are at that moment. It is nice to be appreciated- even with all your baggage. I have to admit that I like it and I don't know one person that doesn't. The fact that Bruno Mars put it into words and made a song, AMAZING. So there are officially three songs that are getting radio play that I enjoy. Does that make me a music snob? LOL

Key Lyrics:
*She's so beautiful, and I tell her every day.
*When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change. Because you're amazing JUST THE WAY YOU ARE.
*When you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while...
*If perfect's what you're looking for then just stay the same...

Guilty Pleasures

Musically speaking, of course. I don't care what anyone says... this is my guilty pleasure for the moment. I secretly rock out to this song EVERYtime it comes on, but I will stop singing at stop lights because I am so SURE that I am way too old to be in the Jesse McCartney fan club! LOL

Just Breathe

I have joined the ranks of complainers. I am not talking about the occasional "Oh, why did this situation have to happen to me?" type complaining either. I am talking about "Can I pick up my life after this?" type complaining. The type of self questioning that is rare in Miss Mox's life. The kind that comes with an immense sadness about where some things are headed.

At first I thought, ok maybe it is just the change in weather. Here in what used to be sunny Chicago the seasons are definitely a-changing! Some night temps have dipped into the 40s, leaves are starting to fall, grass isn't really growing anymore (ok- that is a great thing, but you get the idea). But after some reflection I realize that it is not the colder temps. You know, not having a job, but looking- all the time- is hard to take. Getting rid of the few luxuries you have so you can stay afloat is hard. Being happy when life as you know is changing dramatically is really hard. And two days ago, I was tired of the 'hard'. There are only so many times I can tell myself that things are going to be ok and still continue to believe it. Sometimes I feel like there are only so many smiles I have left to give to someone who tells me that this is 'only temporary.' I don't want 'only temporary' I want an income... a stipend... hell, an allowance. Urgh! And before I start receiving crazy emails/comments- please, please, please do NOT complain to me about hating your job. You have a job and that is more than what me a few million other people can say. I mean, I understand that you might have to do some shit you don't want to do or that your boss is a jackass, or that you hate that you have to be there- I get it, we have all felt that way. But just know- staying at home ain't no walk in the park. Being exposed to a life without a salary is NOT fun... and trust me- unemployment benefits, while I am grateful for them, don't come CLOSE to the the salary I used to make. For those reasons, please know that someone will ring up those groceries in your place; someone will answer those phone calls; somebody will deal with your boss- with a smile on her face. You know why? Because someone is losing their house because they can't pay the mortgage. Someone is trying to figure out how they can keep all their utilities on; someone is trying to think of some creative ways to feed their family. It is not about retaining luxuries at this point, ladies and gentlemen. It is about being able to survive... food in your stomach, clothes on your back, roof over your head. Watch the news, look at those numbers- those are your neighbors suffering. Your extended family members, your friends. Those percentages aren't empty numbers... they represent people that you know- people you know well.

Also, I don't want to hear that there are jobs everywhere, because that horse shit is not true. I have a college degree, work experience and an MBA- and so do a million other unemployed people. How many times have I applied at grocery stores, gyms, dog walking services, etc. and been told that I am overqualified? Countless. So, before I get ANYMORE emails telling me that there are jobs available that privileged Americans just don't want to take- go screw yourself! I don't care what I have to do- cook (no one really wants that), clean, cashier, stock girl. College degree or not, I want to be self sufficient. I don't want to live off the system, I want to make my own way. I want to pay my own bills (good thing too, because they are mounting); I want to live a life where I don't have to contemplate moving back to Ohio, I don't have to think about living with a roommate, I don't have to make payment arrangements- on everything. I want to be able to pay the bills when they come in and enjoy the satisfaction of working a full day, coming home exhausted and getting up the next day to do the same damn thing, as a productive member of society.

SO, a couple days ago I was passenger number 1 on the "this is why my life sucks" train. I was listening to music (as usual) to get me out of my funk and this song came on. And the clouds parted, the sun came out and it all made sense... ok, nothing that dramatic, but I did feel better and was inspired to write this ode to my fellow unemployeds. Like the song says "if I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me- threatening the life it belongs to."

What I am learning throughout this whole journey of unemployment is patience- and I HATE it. You know I am a confident, driven person. I am used to seeing what I want, working hard and getting it. This delayed response in driving me up the freaking wall. But like this song says I need to just breathe. No amount of tears is going to make me find that ever elusive job (yeah- it used to be the ever elusive dream job, now getting a permanent, full time job is a dream). No amount of angry face is going to make this any better- and it doesn't make me feel better- in the long run. I am tired of being bitter betty. She sucks. So, like I have to remind myself every 2 months or so, onward and upward.

Key Lyrics:
*You can't jump the track; we're like cars on a cable and life's like an hourglass glued to the table
*No one can find the Rewind button
*There's a light at each end of the tunnel, cuz you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
*If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to.

America: land of the free and home of the brave

It has been a couple years since I commented on September 11, what it means to me and what it means to this country. I think that with all that is going on and being proposed this year, I should take the time to add my two cents to the conversation. As I sit at my friend's computer, trying to wrap my head around these feelings that I have had 9 years to try to absorb, I find that again- I am speechless. Face it- we all know that is not usual. A lack of words flowing from my head, to fingers, to computer screen. If nothing else I have an opinion, right? If nothing else I will call someone a dumbass, or talk about how their decisions will not be ok with me, my budget, my life, my neighborhood... right?
The unspeakable acts that happened on THAT day, while I was getting ready for my very first Property class in law school- those acts leave me breathless, wordless; the ability to put sentences together is gone. To watch the coverage of it in my small rented house in Lansing, Michigan, seeing soot covered faces of ordinary people searching for their loved ones, crying as they recounted their last moments with their missing person. It is almost unbearable to write about 9 years later. It is just as unbelievable, just as hurtful, and I am just as wordless as I was in 2001. May God look upon favorably and hold in his arms those affected by the attack.

What has happened in the last nine years?

As seen by current news stories... a lot has happened to America, our state of mind and our intolerance. As stated above, I hate what happened in NYC nine years ago. God forgive me, I hate the people that did it. Nine years later, I hate those people. Those specific people whose selfish act brought pain to the doorsteps of every red-blooded American- I have no love in my heart for them. Zero. But you know what warmed my heart? The sight of ALL those American flags during the weeks and months after the attack. The camaraderie that everyone picked up. I loved how, even for a half of a second, being neighborly didn't just mean that you lived and got along with the people next door. We all came together and showed a united front. I venture to say that united front is gone.

In nine years everyone has settled back into the comfortable niches that they are accustomed to. Only on days like this do we bother with each other's stories of overcoming. We are quick- a little too quick- to step on someone to get ahead. I see it every day with this crazy economy that we are living with. The hate that I feel for those who brought this pain is shared with those who feed an intolerance that has engulfed some of my fellow Americans. The friendliness has started to diminish; the helpfulness is hard to find; there are Americans that feed the flame of hatred that is beginning to eat away at our country. The camaraderie is not 100% gone... often we show it to other nations, but, as a whole, we are not showing it to your neighbors. Too often I see that personal prejudices are getting in the way. This week in the news was full of ignorant people- unfortunately. That kind of thinking gets us no where, and I am saddened that around this day of remembrance that type of hatred even made news. If you follow me on Twitter, you know exactly where I stand in reference to the mosque and the "pastor"...

As noted above, I (as an outsider, meaning I had no immediate family or friends that died in the attack) still feel the pain of September 11, 2001. I feel it like it happened yesterday- not 9 years ago. What I wish for America is that we not only remember the pain but we remember and hold tightly to the hope that we shared after the attack. Remember the determination to show why America is such a great country; the bonds that we shared with those in our neighborhood, our city, state, region. Remember the pride you felt when honoring all the first responders, that hope that gave you butterflies when you saw the firemen from your city packing up food and supplies and driving to NYC to help anyway they could. Remember those tears you cried when all news stations played the National Anthem, while panning out on New York neighborhoods with flags on every doorstep. Remember that something horrendous happened and our country banded together and got through it. Remember that it was (and is) our similar qualities that makes us a working unit and our differences that make us unstoppable. Remember. Remember. Remember.

I'm watching you! :)

Since winter seems like a lifetime here in Chicago, summertime is the season for lots of outdoor activities. Hot weather equals less clothing (not always a good thing), more people outside, and definitely more bad behavior. It is like the hot, humid weather suppresses some people's (limited) good sense. Here's the problem: I see you! Quite often, I comment on your behavior. I think I am funny, some may disagree, but some of my facebook status updates are so good that I condense them and put them on Twitter. I just can't help myself. It is free ammunition; free entertainment- and I must admit... I love it. Below are some of the top status updates for the last few weeks. Watch out Chicagoans, I see you! ;)

"Dear girls in the Target parking lot: despite your current argument, it is safe to say that Usher is not talking about you when he sings 'There goes my baby.' Now let's use our inside voices, aka our let's not embarrass ourselves voices."

"Almost nothing trashier than seeing a parent smoking with kids in the car with the windows rolled up. SMH."

"Note: STOP IT with the mohawks. That shit ain't cute and most of y'all can't pull it off. For real."

"The only dog that wants to kiss me is the one that ate a mystery substance in the backyard. Um, I *don't* think so, my friend."

"Hey lady crossing the street: like my dad says- your ass is not a bumper. You wanna make it a little quicker across the street? See, this is when love taps should be allowed. :/"

Finally, from today: "Hey lady in front of me: that big ass sign that says 'no turn on red' is not a suggestion. I am sure that good officer that just pulled you over is reiterating that fact. #dumbdriver"

The Irony is NOT lost on me

I now know why people my age need therapy. Here is my story:

I have super silent for a few weeks. Not by choice. It has been almost three weeks since my last entry, for a very good reason. On August 2, my house was burglarize and my most prized possession (not counting the dogs) was taken- my iMac. Originally, I wanted to cry. Then I wanted to punch someone. Yeah- I still want to punch someone... hard.

Two things were stolen from my house (iMac and second cell phone) and my dogs were safe (this time)... and the house was ransacked again. Windows and screens were broken and the neurotic dogs were pushed to the limit of crazy town (again). Sincerely, I have been pushed to my limits too. I look outside and often shake my head in shame that my neighborhood has declined so drastically in the four years that I have owned my house. I look around and see children who are going no where because parents don't care enough to push them in the right direction; a city- a beautiful city- falling prey to hoodlums and hoes, criminals and dummies, corrupt dealings and economically depressed citizens. I see hopelessness. But there is no time for me to have tear stained cheeks because I am moving. Those bastards have broken into my house and stolen my piece of mind for the last time. I am done. I still want to stay in Chicago (don't you judge me!!) I just don't ever want to live in my neighborhood again- and barring some sort of divine intervention- I will not. House is on the market (yep, even in this shitty economy) and come October 1st I will, at the very least, be a resident of another neighborhood.


You know, the worst part isn't that someone was in my house, or that those jackasses felt the need to take something that didn't belong to them. It wasn't even that I am unemployed and really don't have the luxury of being without a computer; nor do I have the time (or inclination) to schlep to the library or to offices of friends in order to send out resumes. You want to know what the worst part is? When someone was breaking into my house, touching my shit, stealing my computer and ransacking MY house... I was at the courthouse on 26th and California- Criminal Courts for all you non-Chicagoans- serving JURY DUTY. Yeah- the irony is NOT lost on me.

Wordless Wednesday

Soulful Saturday- American Idol Edition

There has been so much said about the makeup of next season's American Idol panel. Who is getting fired? Who will stay? Who is going to be the celebrity judge? All kinds of craziness. My two cents? I want to stare at Justin Timberlake all season long, so it would be cool if he was a judge. Or Jon B, oooh members of the group New Edition. Yeah, essentially I want eye candy! :)

I have to admit- I was not very involved this year. I have had a lot going on- selling the house, trying to find a job... trying to figure out what state I am going to be living in. Essentially, putting together this crazy thing called life. I do believe that this year's winner is from Chicago, so that is exciting. :) Usually Idol is a bonding experience between my mother and I. She is still in Ohio, but we used to watch Idol and call each other during the commercials. Hey- it IS corny, but also amazingly cute!!

For this edition of Soulful Saturday I'm going to pay homage to the past ladies of Idol. I have to admit that I didn't like Carrie and Fantasia at first, but now they are mainstays on my iPod. I have always been a fan of Kelly's- she might just be totally awesome! I have used these songs (along with all other music) to make it through some tough times. Music is great therapy and if I have every made you a CD or (gasp) a mix tape we share a connection that is not easily broken. I have shared my bare feelings with you because for me it doesn't matter what type of music it is- all music is a glimpse of the soul of the person who gives it to you. You can always tell the frame of mind of a person by what is on their playlist... I wonder why people would glean from mine? Without further adieu:

Carrie Underwood- Cowboy Casanova

Key Lyrics:

* You better take it from me/that boy is like a disease

* He's like a curse/He's like drug... You get addicted to his love

* He's a good time, cowboy casanova, leaning up against the record machine

* He looks like a cool drink of water, but he's candy coated misery

* Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight- you better run for your life

Fantasia- Free Yourself

Key Lyrics:

* The love I had inside has died

* This love thing is full of scandals, so you are welcome to walk

Kelly Clarkson- Never Again

Key Lyrics:

* I hope when you're in bed with her- you think of me

* When your day comes and he's through with you- and he'll be through with you...

* Does it hurt to know I'll never be there?

* Bet it sucks to see my face everywhere/ it was you who close to end it like you did- I was the last to know

* Never again will I hear you, Never again will I miss you, Never again will I fall to you

* Never again will I kiss you, Never again will I want to, Never again will I love you...

Wordless Wednesday

A Year Long Commitment?

Last night I watched (finally) Julie and Julia. Awww, it was so cute! I am not sure why I waited so long to see it, I mean it is a story about a girl who blogs to make her life begin to make sense. Hmmm- I may or may not see parallels with my own life.

Alas- watching Julie and Julia makes me want to begin a year long commitment to something. I want to do something for 365 days and blog throughout the process. But what? I mean, I don't necessarily want to pick a cookbook and work my way through it. Seriously, that has already been done PLUS I have friends who have food blogs that I read and enjoy on a weekly basis. Not to even mention the fact that my parents would have a field day with the thought of me cooking for the next 365 days and putting the results online for everyone to see. Plus, I am not sure where I will be by the end of this year- I could be in Chicago, Ohio or anywhere else a job will take me! So what does that leave me with? The want to commit to something for a year that will make a difference in my life and the life of others, but no idea how to manifest that want into something productive... I need suggestions. What would you suggest?

Obama, Race and the fight of his Presidency

IF you follow me on Twitter (jovonnam) or Facebook, you would know that I have been a little more than disappointed with the topic of race relations this week. The whole Shirley Sherrod situation grated my nerves like you would not believe and I said as much in my updates. While sending out resumes, I saw her on the Today show where she said that while she was not expecting an apology from the President, she would like to talk to him about her situation. There is so much wrong with that statement. So, I was all in attack mode about her and then I read this article, which made my panties get all bunched up even more.

This article criticizes the President for being silent on race for the vast majority of his reign in office. Um, why are we talking about that like it is a bad thing? The author says that the President has has nothing to say regarding the deaths of Oscar Grant, Sean Bell or Aiyanna Jones. So. Neither do I. I am not saying that I don't give a shit about these deaths- all were at the hands of the police (Grant in California, Bell in New York and Jones in Detroit)- but what exactly does it have to do with the office of the President? Why does Shirley think that she should get to talk to Barack?

In my honest opinion (which is what you get when you read this blog) people are pissed off because they voted for Barack for the wrong reasons. If you voted for Barack simply because he is Black- shame on you. If you voted for him because you thought that he was going to cure all social ills that have plagued minorities- again, shame on you. If you think that race relations are going to magically be fixed because America has a Black President, or that said President HAS to respond every time there is a Black person shot at the hands of a non-Black person- you are naive and shame on you. Why do people think that Barack owes you a speech on race every time an Oscar Grant situation comes up? Every time a Sean Bell situation surfaces? Every time someone like Shirley loses her job? Did Barack shoot Sean Bell? Did he fire Shirley? Um, no. So why does he have to talk to their families? Why does Shirley think she is good enough to have a conversation with the President?

The author says that the Sherrod situation was "one of those folded arms, pursed lips, neck-twisted, 'so-what-you-gonna-do-now-Barack?' moments for Black America." Let's all be clear: I do not like that description. I find it very stereotypical (I mean can't you just see some overweight Black woman with ridiculously long fake nails mouthing those words?) Not only do I find the description off putting, it is also not a true statement for me. I don't care that Shirley lost her job. Is it unfortunate? Sure. But is it clear that everything you say (or type) now a days can and will be used against you? Absolutely. PLUS, that woman was offered another job... and she said that she doubted she was going to take it. If someone wronged you and offered to make it right and you are too proud to take it... shut the hell up with your complaining. Especially during this time when people are fighting for jobs.

Are race relations important? Yes. Are they relevant in these days? Sure. Should our President be commenting on every instance of inequality? That is totally a no brainer... NO. That is not his job. Would you expect George W. to comment every time a Yale graduate got into some trouble? Every time an oil tycoon was taxed extra money? Any time a Texan was shot and killed? You think that Bill Clinton should respond every time an Arkansas resident is unjustly arrested or fired from a job without cause? No. That is never gonna happen. As the President, your job is to work towards the betterment of the COUNTRY, not groups within the country. If Bush and Clinton had done any of the above, they would have been instantly lambasted, but at the slightest nod in the direction of a racial situation people expect that Barack is gonna drop everything and be at the head of the equality march. Listen, unemployment is well above 9%; we aren't really bouncing back from this last recession; our country is involved in two wars; the Gulf Coast has yet to recover from Hurricane Katrina (5 years ago) let alone this BP fiasco; violence is taking over our major cities (Chicago included); states are going bankrupt (Illinois included); foreclosures are engulfing neighborhoods like wildfire; and in the richest country in the world some children are going to bed hungry every night.. the list goes on and I point these items out because it is clear to me that the President, no matter what ethnicity he is, has more to worry about that what Shirley Sherrod is going to do with the rest of her life.

You want racial equality? Try this out: the outrage should be coming from our neighborhoods, our churches, our city officials, our police. Shocking, I know. Local movements should be taking place. You want violence to stop? Start reporting violence when it happens. You want better neighborhoods? Get involved. I complain... you know why? Because I am involved. I call the police. They know who I am. The kids know that I will call on them in a split second. Go to city council meetings; get involved in city politics; PTA... anyone? America was built on the actions of a few that changed the tide of a whole nation, not on the apologies of a President. If you are putting all your race relations hopes in the 'Barack will fix it basket' you deserve to be disappointed.

"Where are the Parents" Schaumburg Edition

Just when I thought that it could not get any worse... I read this. Yes you read that correctly- mom and son turning selling drugs into a family business. Good example for your 21 year old son, you thoughtless waste. Are you kidding me? I don't advocate selling drugs in any situation- EVER- BUT IF YOU MUST, don't do it with your children. I don't care how old they are, setting the example that selling drugs is the norm is not just irresponsible as a parent, it is socially irresponsible. You are going to one day release an individual on society who thinks that selling drugs and hurting his/her society is somehow normal. And do you know what that deranged individual will do? He/she will spread that diseased type of thinking on to their offspring. That is the very reason why society is not whole today- the passing down of bad manners, crazy morals and extreme thinking. Jeez.

Lately the family unit has started to take on criminal enterprise, I have read stores of parents and small children shoplifting together. At some point we are going to need more parents to stand up and show children the way that they should act and the type of people that they should be. That day can't come soon enough.

Wordless Wednesday

100 more cops- is that enough?

While reading the paper online today I came across this article. In it, the powers that be at City Hall run down their plan to add 100 new police officers to the Chicago Police Department. 100? Is that enough? In my honest opinion, 100 does not even scratch the surface of what is needed. The criminals are taking aim at our officers this summer. On Sunday, another Officer was shot down in the streets of Chicago. He was off duty and a month a way from retirement. His life was cut short by someone who reportedly wanted his car. His death brings the number of officers killed in the last month and a half to: 3.

100 new cops when we have had a shortage for at least the last 5 years- and the hiring freeze has been in effect for the last 4 years? 100 new officers when two years ago 3,160 reported being assaulted while on the clock? 100 new officers during this time where the city is suffering from unemployment and the violence here is only rivaled by the wild times of the early 90s?100? Hmmmm. A promise of 100 new officers when the city of Chicago is broke? How will we pay for them? I don't see anyone in charge offering up some of their salary. I love that these men and women put their lives on the line (on duty and off) and they don't make 1/6 the salary of their Superintendent. Exactly how do we fix that? My suggestion is to fire Jody and hire 106 new officers. Our city needs the structure, the service and the protection.

Maybe it is the heat

I will say that I have been indoors for the vast majority of this last week. It has been amazingly hot outside and I have not really felt like being outside, so with the exception of taking the dogs out 4 or 5 times a day I have been inside, sitting very close to a fan, watching very bad tv, or reading blogs. I love tv. Ok- there are a few tv shows that I love and I generally don't miss them. In the age of DVR, I luckily do not have to watch a ton of commercials during the shows that I love. But this week, I have actually been watching the commercials and all I have to say is: WTF???

Ok- if you didn't know what I looked like before reading this blog, I put up a picture. I often describe myself. I am a short, slightly athletically built, midwestern, educated Black woman. Most of the time, I am very comfortable with that. Clearly, through my posts anyone can see that I despise stereotypical people- no matter who they are. When I describe the bad ass kids in my neighborhood, it is not because I hate them per se, but I hate the things that they do, the people that they emulate, the culture that they are perpetuating. The same can be said about three commercials that I have just seen. Darrell the dude from the Walmart commercials, that fat lady from the PineSol commercials and the Kia commercial with the hamsters. Wow- I felt like I was living in the 40s and looking at stereotypical Black people. The black guy is entertaining- like in a minstrel show, the black woman is overweight, selling a cleaning product and calling everyone "baby" like the mammies in every kitchen in every black and white movie, and the hamsters... they look like the neighborhood behaviors that piss me off every day and they are rapping a song by the Black Sheep.

Maybe it is the heat, but I doubt it. Check out the videos that I am posting and leave a message. I am curious to see if I am the only one that is offended by Black people are in some sort of stereotypical role (or hamsters are made to have all the characteristics of Black rappers). I will also post a video of clips from the 20s-40s, so you can see the vague similarities. Let me know if the heat is getting to me.

Hamsters

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