A New Kind Of Man – The Rise Of Asian Men In Interracial Relationships

*WARNING: Profanity is used throughout the following blog. Do not proceed if you are easily offended by such language.*
I’ve been following “The Love Life of an Asian Guy” since the beginning of the year thanks to a cyber-friend of mine who just so happens to be living in Germany via Alabama. Never have I looked forward to reading new material from a blogger mainly because I don’t think many have mastered their skills in conveying their thoughts well enough to connect with the intended audience; but this guy has. His witty sense of humor is what keeps me impatiently waiting for more. (If only he would write more often!) This is his latest post, which is set to encourage asian men like him to not only step outside of their comfort zones of the cultural/social norms when it comes to dating, but to breakdown the stereotypes society erroneously places on them. As someone who is a part of a minority group herself, I completely understood the direction of this post. And enjoyed every single line of it.
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The Revamp: Changes in the Making for Skinny Girl in a Curvy World

Hey, guys and dolls! I’d like to take a brief moment to let you know of my plans to revamp Skinny Girl in a Curvy World for the month of September, which is also the month of my birthday, Hoorah! If you’re currently reading this post on the desktop view contrary to the mobile version, then you have somewhat of a sneak peek of what’s to come once “The Revamp” is completed and ready for your enjoyment. If you’re not reading it from the mobile version, you’re not missing much of anything at all. No need to feel left out.

So what’s the deal with all this “revamp” talk, you say, and why should you even bother to visit once it’s completed?

Here’s what you can expect from Elegantly Chic:

Dark and Sleek Design- I’ve always been fond of the word “sleek” and thought it would be good to redesign my blog to reflect just that. Right now, I don’t intend to upgrade to a permanent domain name with customizations for my blog like several of my peers have done as I see no need for it yet, but maybe the time will come someday far, far down the road. Granted, I do hate that I can’t choose a proper font size that is easier on the eyes for reading. Mianhaeyo!

Consistency- I haven’t been as consistent as I had hoped with bringing you posts and I still have a few incompleted drafts that are patiently waiting for their publication. My goal is to bring you at least two posts for each month. That’s one every two weeks. That should be doable, do you agree?

Fashion Threads- People label me as a fashionista, but really, I’m just a woman who loves clothes and accessorizing. It doesn’t get any simpler than that. I’m no expert on trends and as much as I like to help other women piece together an outfit like a tedious puzzle, I definitely wouldn’t call myself a stylist (even if that is part of my current job). I do want to share details on how I choose what I wear and why I choose clothes that any other woman wouldn’t think to wear. These posts will also be reason enough for me to show off captures of my head-to-toe attire. (If only I wouldn’t mind taking a picture to do so.)

Relationship Talk- Let me be the first to put this out there now: You will never catch me talking about or referring to my current relationship status or posting pictures of me and my boothang. It may work for others to do that on every social media platform there is, and it may serve a purpose for someone else’s blog. But my dating life is something I have no desire to flaunt and actually prefer to keep private. (The most you will get out of me is an ambiguous love quote.) That’s not to say that I don’t enjoy talking about relationships as much as people enjoy talking about subjects of a contentious matter. . .like politics! Relationship talk will be ocassional as I share the stories of others I know and have met and blog about my friendships. Even if it’s a struggle, I will share my story about a past rejection.

Diaries- These will probably be the most vulnerable, infrequent, succinct posts I’ll share. Expect to see even more random musings and ponderings from yours truly as my brain continues to overload on them.

That’s just a little preview of what’s coming in exactly three weeks from today. Please look forward to it and be sure to check out the brand new changes!

See you then!

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Music Monday: The Series Finale

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Seems like it was only a month ago when I started the Music Monday series thanks to a fellow friend’s suggestion. Hard to fathom that this was the initial post I wrote a year ago. If you haven’t noticed, I skipped last month’s Music Monday for a number of reasons I won’t get into here. But the first Monday of July also has the honor of having the final post. As Music Monday officially comes to an end, I thought it to be appropriate to come back, full-circle, with music from another part of the globe.

When the angelic harmonies of women from a South African nation are combined with the sounds of downtempo music, Zero 7’s Likufanele is the finished product. Originally sung by The Mothers (in their Ndebele tongue), Likufanele is translated as meaning “It suits you.” A part of the lyric, “Igama obizwa ngalo likufanele,” translates to “The name that they call you by suits you.” How can you not love that?

Likufanele is a song that (once again) transcends the language barrier, proving that music is the true universal language all people can feel and comprehend the same. The British Duo’s remixed tune has a way of easing your mind, allowing you to escape for 6:25 minutes. It is a song you can easily absorb and meditate to when you are in need of a spiritual lift or a peaceful rest. It’s nearly impossible to not smile while listening to it, just as it is nearly impossible to hate it.

I want to leave you with a little trivia as a bonus: the sampled quote at the 3:47 mark is from Drew “Bundini” Brown, Muhammad Ali’s cornerman.

Yeah, this song has “winner” written all over it.

Music Monday: Still Alive

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Covered up with a smile I’ve learned to fear . . .

Yes, I’m still alive and I’m back on all social network systems (SNS): Twitter, Facebook, Instagram . . . that’s about it. I have to draw the line somewhere. Today’s Music Monday post is seriously delayed. It’s so delayed the day is actually Tuesday now. April approaching so fast may have something to do with it as I haven’t really drafted this post in advance like normally. (Actually, this IS the draft, so forgive me for any misspellings and grammar mistakes. Be kind.) I simply regret how remiss I’ve been with running my blog. Writing, working, and life in general has taken first priority. I’m also having to wait before I can revamp it the way I want to. That’s the price you pay for when you have to wait on others, I guess. (It’s a surprise and I can’t wait to see the final result!) Enough with the excuses and on to the song on my playlist. Which one will be featured in today’s . . . ummm . . . tonight’s post? (More like Music Tuesday, but it doesn’t have the same ring to it, so Music Monday it shall remain.)

METhe year was 2011–perhaps THE darkest year of my life to date. During that time I was going through a lot mentally and emotionally. I was unsure of myself and left feeling confused most of the time. A lot happened during that year. I choose to not go into detail about what caused me to become despondent; that’s not what this is about. But the featured song was one that helped me get back on my feet and heal from the pain I’d suffered from.

Her name is Faith, by the way.

Her name is Faith, by the way. A tough broad with a tattooed map on her arm and a tattoo on her eye. Mess with her if you want!

I suppose we all have at least one song we can relate to. For me Still Alive was the song that gave me enough courage and inspiration in some majestic way during that year and part of 2012. How did the healing begin? I heard this remix by Mt. Eden and I had it on constant rotation every single night after. (Strange how a dubstep remix managed to make such an impact on my musical heart. I take that back. It’s not so strange after all given my taste in music.) There were many times when I would ride out, playing it loudly with all of the windows down late at night when hardly anyone else was driving on the streets of Birmingham–the bass turned to the max, my hair blowing wildly in the wind. All it took was one listen and I was completely sold.

I think the piano chords, mixed in with the humming bass, are what initially seduced me into loving this song overall. Then I found out the song was a remix of a theme to a video game I’d never even heard of. Curious, because that’s what I am, I looked it up; found the original; read up on the game’s sypnosis; and I found myself loving the song even more. (The original video by Lisa Miskovsky can be seen here.) After watching this introduction (probably my favorite VG intro ever), I wish I could find the time to play the actual video game . . . or become a free-runner, whichever comes first. Knowing me, by the time I get around to playing the game the sequel will be released. I stand a better chance at becoming a free-runner, I think. Oh, well. One day, for sure.

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Click here for a peek at parkour if you want to see how insane free-runners really are.

I’ve learned to lose, I’ve learned to win
I’ve turned my face against the wind
I will move fast, I will move slow
Take me where I have to go

Still Alive

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Blog No One Reads

While I don’t have an anonymous blog, the thoughts conveyed in the following post are the same thoughts I’ve had before.
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It’s strange to have a blog that no one reads. I’ve had a few blogs, but none of them were entirely anonymous, so I always had to write through a certain lens. I’d write every entry, imagining how every friend with a link might read it. I was restricted. I’m free here. I’m as anonymous as you can get with detailed blog updates on the internet now-a-days. I could write some very personal thoughts. I could share sexual stories. I could write about how I really feel about some people. I could share intelligent ideas that might be slightly controversial. I could let you know my real opinion during all of those times I agreed to disagree, said I wouldn’t say anymore, told them I’d remain neutral, or didn’t say it was and didn’t say it wasn’t what I thought. Or, I could just share some mundane insight I made…

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Black History Month: African-American, Black Culture

A little note to any of my international readers who stumble across my blog while looking for something else . . .

In America, February is known as Black History Month: a time when Black America celebrates the success stories and contributions to American culture as a whole. Stories of men and women who paved the way to give us hope for our future; to ensure we as a [black] nation received the same benefits and rights we deserved as American citizens when we were forcefully moved from our own homeland; stories of those who opened the [closed] doors on the road to greater achievements. I can go on and on about my people. But such stories are the reasons why we say, “I’m black, and I’m proud.” Black or African (American) pride is nothing we should shy away from. We have A LOT to be proud of as a people.

I’m not the type of writer who can write something heavy and profound and praise-worthy. If that’s what you’re looking for, you’re not going to find it here. There’s plenty of that on the Net by other bloggers and columnists who probably get paid to write those kind of topics. But I thought now was the perfect time to share what’s to follow if you’re willing to continue to read anyway.

I’m writing a fiction (creative writing is more of my forte) . . . and please don’t ask me about what because people who write do not approve of others asking them about their creations and definitely would choose not to discuss it unless they voluntarily tell you about their works–and even they do so warily because of superstitions, but I digress.

Months ago, I was trying to come up with some ideas about African American customs and the culture that otherwise non-blacks generally may not be exposed to. And let me tell you, I was stumped! Yes, there is the music to consider and the soul food that we eat, but I needed something more. I even asked a friend of mine who is VERY Afrocentric and even she couldn’t really help me out. Hmm. Why was this so?

I enlisted the help of my other friend, Google, to try and find an answer to my question: what is African-American culture?

No, really. What is African-American culture?

I had never really focused on it before in my younger years. (Maybe because I took so much for granted as so many young people tend to do.) But I was hit with the realization of just how much my people had been stripped of our heritage. Unless our direct, immediate relatives came from Africa, we don’t have the luxury in knowing which tribe we came from. We don’t have the luxury in knowing if one of our ancestors was of royalty. We don’t even know if we’re from Nigeria or Kenya or Mozambique or where! We simply don’t know much about our heritage and that’s because . . . well . . . you already know why that’s so–no reason for me to recapitulate the history here. So understand why blacks become defensive and offended when other cultures, who prefer to not have anything to do with blacks as a nation, want to “borrow” and appropriate the culture we DO have and created for ourselves.

Moreover, I became frustrated, saddened, and angry over this realization during my research of my people’s culture. But then I came across an answer in the most unlikely place. Information I didn’t find from some reputable African-American journalist. I didn’t even find it on a blog. You know where I found it? (I’m not telling . . . you’ll find the source at the end of the read.)

Here is a sufficient answer that returned in the search for my question about the African-American culture. It’s not THE most scholastic answer there is, but on behalf of the anonymous writer, pardon the typos, grammatical errors, and misspellings:

African American culture is one that is s bit complex tro understand if you are not familiar with African Americans. First I would like to just tell you that we may as well be looked upon as immigrsants to fully understand the answer to this question. While a great deal of our culture is that of the mainstream American culture, much of it derives from our ancestors from Africa. African Americans first of all come from a background of many different shades of brown and black. We are descedents of African slaves (which were Kings and Queens from many places in Africa), Native Americans, and a variety of European or Caucasian ancestors because of the frequent rapes of African women throughout slavery.

Here, in the United States, you may find African Americans in each state, with the most African American population in the urban areas or major cities. Unfortunately, this race of people have not had the chance to celebrate or even acknowledge their differences in America because of the harsh treatment and racism in the United States. African Americans usually are stereotyped as loud, rude, uneducated, unattractive, and criminals. This could not be further from the truth. African Americans are proud people that unfortunately does not have a connection with their true heritage. For this reason, the culture is complex and at times, seems a bit silly to others.

Slavery imposed various types of behavior on the African Americans, most of which were survival instincts and mechanisms. First the family. The African American family structure usually consists of Grandparents, mother, aunts and uncles, and children. Yes, I left out the father because unfortunately I would not be being honest if I included them to talk about the African American culture in general though fathers are present in many African American homes. The Grandmother is usually incharge of the family as the parents often take their children to her for discipline and advice and guidance for themselves. The mother is the immeduite care taker of the family. Most African American women are single, never married , with children. These women have to support their families, thus they almost always have at least one job contrary to popular belief that they rely heavily on the government to car for them and their households. The African American woman is very nurturing and strong. Stereotypes suggest that they have short tempers, are bossy and uneducated. All I can say to that is don’t watch so much TV! If you were try to take care of a household of children and juggle that with the common denomintor of the absence of a stable partner (or the father of your children), then you may see why she is stressed and on edge. BUT DO NOT GET CAUGHT UP ON THAT! This is not the typical African American woman. The father, if present also works. Most African American children are street smart and most of the time very athletic (due to natural strengths and body make ups our ancestors have passed on to us) which is now being discouraged and instead trying to get them to achieve just as well academically. Today, it is common for African American youth to go to college and pursue their careers and exploit their own talented selves.

The African American food cooked in the United States is called Soul Food. Why they use the word soul instead of African American can be traced back to slavery. The African slaves were not allowed to eat the food that was served to their masters, however they were welcome to the trash. The African’s ingenuity embodies the saying ,” if life gives you lemons, make lemonade”. These slaves gathered the fat parts of the pork pig that was thrown out. They also grew collard, turnip, and mustard greens where they could and cooked them alog with ground cron and wheat which made what we call cornbread today. Throughout the early 1900s when slavery had been long ago abolished, but the Jim Crow Era was in full force, African Americans again made lemonade! The slaves fried chilcken and wrapped them in paper so that they would have food to eat on their trips in which they would walk (very few of them owned cars). Deep frying chicken was brought here from Africa to America with the slaves. Sot here you have it people, African Americans do love fried chicken and that’s ok! These foods mentioned, as we know today, may be the leading cause in many heart diseases, diabetes etc. These foods are not pumped full of processed ingredients and other things that weren’t back in the day. This may explain why the older generation of African Americans may not be as receptive to the “diet” era we are experiencing today. This brings us to the next important aspect of African American culture.

Healthcare simply consisted of herbs and other natural supplements that could cure anything in Africa. These ideas and practices were thus brought by the African slaves. The Native Americans and many other native peoples believed (and still do) in herbal medicine and its connection with religion is also something the Native American and Africans had in common.

Many African Americans (even more so in the Southern states Bible Belt) are Baptist Christians. If you have ever stopped to chat with an African American, religion or the word God/ Jesus comes up. It is common for African Americans to attend church on Sunday (sometimes all day Sunday) and Wednesday for Bible study. African American people are very cautious of their actions and the elderly in the church settings. Elderly people are treated with the upmost respect. The elderly people (mostly women) will be seated on the first row repectfully referred to as Mother so and so and the elderly men will meet you at the church door and show you to your seat. They are called Deacon so and so. The row of elderly women at the front of the church is called the Mother Board. It won’tr be hard to spot them because they will have on huge, but gorgeous hats (i.e. Aretha Franklin’s famous hat she wore at President Barack Obama’s Inauguration which is now in a museum). If you would like more information, sinply visit an African American church and not only wil you enjoy yourself, but you will get a Sunday lesson from an all but too dramtic and dedicated pastor. If you do not like loud enviornments, this may not be for you. Please be advised to bring a hankerchief to place over your legs if you were a skirt (suit) or dress that may expose too much of your legs once you are sitting down. If not, someone from the mother board will do it for you! Don’t be afraid, that’s why they are called Mothers. The African American church is their center focal point pf their communities and homes. It is looked down upon not to be in attendance for at least one of the many Sunday services on Sundays. After church, you are almost always invited to someone’s home for Sunday dinner and it is considered an honor if the pastor comes by. Most churches have dinner (at lunch time though) in another part of thr church so that you may eat at church and stick around if you desire. Many people do as it is also looked upon as rude to leave after someone has invited to eat. This is an unwritten rule for churh goers and it mainly happens in the South.

Music is very important for African Americans as it has always been a form of expression that may have other wise not been available. First, the African slaves brough the drums from African and to make a long story short, we still feel the beat! Hip- Hop, Pop, Rock, Jazz, Salsa, Merengue, Bachata, Rap, soca, dance hall and many, many more genres of music derived from the influence directly or indirectly from the complex beat(s) of the African drum. The dances related to hip hop and rap are also. The African American body is one of the most beautiful things in the world, thus has been exploited carelessly in our music and music videos. Some of these provocative dances though are directly related to the fertility dances African women do perform in Africa, thus brought here with the slaves. It was only when the European slave traders and plantation masters were being excited and ignorant to the meaning of these dances did they get such a negative connotation. You may wonder why African American woman have such wide hips , plump lips, various skin tones, as well as notably big posteriors for the lack of appropriate words. You may easily look up these dances.

African Americans has had a surge in pride as the first African American (technically bi racial) President took his oath to be sworn in as the 47th President January 20, 2009. Though African Americans faced and still face multiple set backs since their arrival, they are a strong, determined people. African Americans are the only people in the United States that was kidnapped and brought here as slaves…meaning not being paid or recognized, and have survived living and learning in unbearable conditions, bias laws, and gentrification both here and in Africa. The lkatter does not even include the many diseases that plague the community for known as well as unknown reasons.. that’s all I’m going to say. You may read up on HIV AIDS, Crack Cocaine etc and how it came to be so destructive to the African American communities. The African American race is not the race most mixed with others. Accordoing to many statistics, in the near future, the African American race may be non existent , and may fall under the “others” or “bir racial” catergories.

And there it is! I liked the answer so much, I wanted to share it. As a black/African-American, Southern woman, I can definitely vouche for what was said. The answer wasn’t enough as it sparked an even bigger curiosity to dig deeper for more information about the customs of the African-American culture . . . my culture.

Guess I have a reason to spend a day at the library now.

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source: http://wiki.answers.com/

Judge not. *laughs*

Music Monday: BT Says It Every Other Way

Crazy how certain songs can create memories: some good . . . some unwanted.

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If you were to ask me about my musical influences, Brian Transeau’s name would automatically come to mind. Known as BT, he is to EDM what Prince is to funk and R&B–each one a musical genius with a brilliant mind.

BT’s music tends to help me escape mentally. I always find myself getting lost in it. Many of his productions require earphones or else the listener will miss the beautiful intricacies he often arranges in his music. Without earphones, such intricacies cannot be heard. I highly recommend it.

I’ve been listening to his music for 13 years now, and while I can’t mention every song that I listen to repeatedly without ever tiring of each one–from hip hop to classical scores–I will mention the very one that changed how I view love.

Taken from 2009/2010’s digital album, These Hopeful Machines, and featuring Motorcycle’s front woman, Jes (who is actively a solo artist), Every Other Way is probably the only song that manages to stir up intense emotions within me. EOW was a song I often listened to during a dark time in my life–a time when I was involved in an unrequited love. And because of that time, the song will forever be associated with that person. There were many nights during that time when I would take the scenic route home while listening to this song and I would reflect on the things I wanted to express but couldn’t. After awhile, I had to stop listening to it altogether when I decided to cut ties with the guy. Even when I wanted to play it I couldn’t. Until recently, I’m able to listen to it without its intensity affecting me as before.

To my knowledge, I am the only black person I know who primarily listens to EDM over any other genre of music. JesBTDeloreanSo I know it is a fact when I say when it comes to electronic dance music and chillout, album versions are always the best . . . always, no contest. And while I could add the post-worthy music video to this entry, the four-minute version of the MV doesn’t give the song justice compared to the nine-minute album version. Although, any music video where a DeLorean makes an appearance is worth posting. But I’ll settle for a screencap.

I’ve always likened each section of the song to the natural act of love, from beginning-to-end (you’ll have to use your imagination). Yes, there are sections, which include six different drum/beat patterns in the composition; maybe more than that. Aside from the lyrics, I wanted to give the link for the actual song, too. It’s just sad that the YT video ends right before the awesome drum solo of the album version. Seriously, it’s the kind of drum solo that mandates unashamed, uninhibited air-drumming. And yes, I’m guilty of air-drumming to my little heart’s desire.

Jes’ voice is both purely angelic and sentimental. BT’s placement of various instruments and the overall production proves why his prowess as a producer, composer, singer, writer, and pioneer should not go unnoticed. (Side note: I had the pleasure of seeing him DJ for a club in Atlanta. One of THE most unforgettable nights for Opera during that summer.)

Listening to EOW, I’m reminded of the thought-processes of musicians when they first get an idea for a song–it all starts in the mind. BT’s mind must’ve exploded when he thought to create all of the minute details throughout. Only intellects can create something so transcendental.

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Every Other Way (from These Hopeful Machines)
by B.T. featuring Jes

Is it strained when I call you
Or do you think that I might forget
Oh your love is radiating
The farther away I go
I go

Is it strained when I call you
Or do you think that I might forget
Oh your love is radiating
The farther away I go
I go

Go

Love

Do you count on me now
And do you wait up for me all night
I wish I could run
To you when you need me
You know I can’t be far
For long

Heart don’t fail me now
‘Cause there’s no time to waste
Don’t shut me out
We shouldn’t wait another day
I’ve searched for you
On my heart’s high-speed chase

Hear me out
May be the only chance to say
Hold me now
I’ve said it every other way

And these tears I’ve cried
Another moment’s gone to waste
I’ve searched for you

I’ve said it every other way

Heart don’t fail me now
‘Cause there’s no time to waste
Don’t shut me out
We shouldn’t wait another day
I’ve searched for you
On my heart’s high-speed chase

Hear me out
May be the only chance to say
Hold me now
I’ve said it every other way

Heart don’t fail me now
‘Cause there’s no time to waste
Don’t shut me out
We shouldn’t wait another day
I’ve searched for you
On my heart’s high-speed chase

Hear me out
May be the only chance to say
Hold me now
I’ve said it every other way

Music Monday: This is the Ballad of Dorothy Parker As Told By Prince

If you know me, then you must know that I am an avid fan of Prince. I have my sister to thank for my adoration towards him and his admirable music.
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I grew up listening to Prince and the-insert-one-of-his-many-band-names-here. The Minneapolis sound could be heard in our house all the time: Sheila E., The Time, Jesse Johnson, The Family, and any other musician or band associated with Prince were always on heavy rotation. So when I say I am a fan, I’m not talking about only knowing his released singles. I can recall anything the man has done right down to the music he has produced for a plethora of artists.

When it comes to his music, the “Sign O’ the Times” LP album is easily in the top two, vying for the number one position with “Lovesexy.” For me, this album is a classic one because the sound isn’t particularly dated. The Ballad of Dorothy Parker, with its seductive bass pattern, is an exemplar of how Prince owns the title of being a mastermind of music and a genius at storytelling.

The song, sung in first person, is about a man who takes a break from a quarrel he’s had with his lover. He visits a local diner where he meets Dorothy Parker, a waitress with beauty and the wits to match. The two dally in their exchanges with one another before the temptation to cheat on his lover interrupts. The man makes a pass at Dorothy Parker, who pretends she is suddenly bewitched with blindness. The two laugh off the pass, and he returns back to his lover where he is able to overcome the fight by taking another bubble bath with his pants on.

Below are the lyrics to this 24-years-old, timeless song. (I can’t post a video of the song since the Purple One does not allow for any of his material to be distributed through the likes of YouTube.) The bars highlighted are my personal favorite lines of all time by any music artist.

This is the Ballad of Dorothy Parker. . .

Dorothy was a waitress on the promenade
She worked the night shift
Dishwater blonde, tall and fine
She got a lot of tips

Well, earlier I’d been talkin’ stuff
In a violent room

Fighting with lovers past
I needed someone with a quicker wit than mine
Dorothy was fast

Well, I ordered, “Yeah, let me get a fruit cocktail, I ain’t really hungry”
Dorothy laughed
She said, “Sound like a real man to me (kinda cute)
You’re kinda cute, you wanna take a bath?”
(do you want to, do you want to) “Bath?”
Oh, I said, “Cool, but I’m leaving my pants on (what you say)
’cause I’m kind of going with someone”

She said, “Sound like a real man to me
Mind if I turn on the radio?”
“Oh, my favorite song,” she said
And it was Joni singing, “Help me I think I’m falling (in love again)”

(Drring) The phone rang and she said
“Whoever’s calling can’t be as cute as you”
Right then and there I knew I was through
(Dorothy Parker was cool)
My pants were wet, they came off
But she didn’t see the movie
‘Cause she hadn’t read the book first
Instead she pretended she was blind
An affliction brought on by a witch’s curse

Dorothy made me laugh (ha ha)
I felt much better so I went back
To the violent room (tell us what you did)

Let me tell you what I did

I took another bubble bath
With my pants on
All the fighting stopped
Next time I’ll do it sooner

This is the ballad of Dorothy Parker

Dorothy Parker, Dorothy Parker, Dorothy Parker
Dorothy Parker, Dorothy Parker, Dorothy Parker
Well
Dorothy Parker, Dorothy Parker
Well

Source: Prince Rogers Nelson (giving credit where credit is due).

By the way, Dorothy Parker is actually a real person–an American poet who was known for her witty storytelling . . . much like Prince himself. Brilliant.

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Music Monday: Labrinth Asks You to Show What’s ‘Beneath Your Beautiful’

“You’ve built your walls so high that no one could climb it, but I’m gonna try . . . “

Talk about pursuing the heart of your interest!

Emeli Sandé I’d heard of before (by the way, doesn’t she look striking in the music video below?), but I’d never heard of Labrinth. That is until one evening when I happened to walk past the television and his video was playing. His soulful voice and the gorgeous Emeli Sandé immediately arrested my attention.

Maybe it is because I tend to build walls around myself to keep others out, but Beneath Your Beautiful has a way of convicting the listener who is guilty of doing exactly what the lyrics describe. When some of us have been hurt, naturally we form invisible walls to protect ourselves from repeating the same offense in letting people get too close who don’t deserve having us in their life. On the converse, there are some of us who force ourselves to wear smiles on our faces when truthfully we’re unhappy and broken underneath the façade.

It takes someone like Labrinth to show that not everyone is out to hurt you or there to cause you pain and that love can be a wonderful emotion if you only let someone see Beneath Your Beautiful. Great singers. Great lyrics.

I. Love. This. Song.

(On another note: Is it me or does it seem like English singers are dominating with better music and singing once more like they did in the 80s? Just a thought.)

I’m Ready To Be RAD!

This will be my first 5K. Super, duper excited. Wanted to share my fellow blogger’s (and friend) post.

Pretty Brown & Unconventionally Natural

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I’m ready to be RAD and because I’m an 80’s baby…being Rad comes naturally. We are about to Paint the Town Rainbow! I will be participating in the Color Me Rad 5K on Saturday, June 1st. People from around the city and beyond will be invading the space of Birmingham, AL to come get Awesome-Sauced with color bombs! I’m so excited about this race because this will be my first “Color” race and the first 5K for many of my friends.

If you’ve never heard of it, here are the deets from Color Me Rad on how it’s done!

When Zoloft and balloon animals can’t seem to raise your spirits, the best way to brighten your life is to run Color Me Rad 5K.

Historically, running has only been acceptable when trying to escape the law, personal responsibility, the truth, and grizzly bears.

Instead of running FROM something, get…

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