Monthly Archives: April 2010

Why I love YouTube …

Those of you who follow me on Twitter and are privy to the info on my Facebook profile know that I stay posting videos. More often than not it’s music or something I find so hilarious I just HAVE to share. In the past, you all have seen me post videos like this.
And, you’ve seen me post videos like this, this, this and this that make me laugh uncontrollably and will ultimately send me straight to Hell driving a gas truck. On a rocket. With a cup of kerosene in each hand. Like, I’m just gonna burn – forever.
I’m really, really upset that these videos make me laugh so much. I think I have a twisted sense of humor. It’s not that I want to laugh. I actually don’t want to, but when I see stuff like what’s below, I can’t help myself. I plan to dress cool. You should, too. I’ll be sure to save you all a seat.

*in my Diddy voice* Y’all know they had to do the remix, right?

And juuuuuust in case my fire isn’t hot enough when I get there, I’m contemplating making this my profile picture on all the social networking sites I frequent. *hangs head*

"There's NO CRYING in drug use!"

What I learned in 48 hours and more …

The Finer Points of Blogger Etiquette – Fin

Before I jump into this post, I must tell you that today is the last day of The Finer Points of Blogger Etiquette brought to you by the lovely ladies of the Social Media Mafia, The F$%K It List, The Jaded Nyer and yours truly. I missed putting up Jaded’s post “Why you frontin’ like you know ‘em” last Monday because I was so deep in to “RelationshiT Week” that I plum forgot.
So, get your booty on over there today and don’t forget to stop by The F$%k It List’s spot for the final post, “Don’t tell other bloggers HOW to blog.” Dude, just go now so we don’t have to come looking for you with bats and machetes and -ish.

What I learned …

As of late, I’ve been spending a lot of my weekends traveling. Since the beginning of March, I’ve been gassing up my car to travel to either my hometown, the Queen City of Charlotte, Richmond, Va., and anywhere else that wasn’t my townhouse.
This past weekend is the first I’ve spent in my house since February. While I was attempting to clean up and wash and fold a mountain of laundry, I learned three things. No. 1, being alone with my thoughts in silence is very, very dangerous. No. 2, if celebrities insist on having reality shows, it should only be done on HBO. And No. 3, commercials are the best thing on regular TV.
Any of you who know me, you guys know I think entirely too much about things I shouldn’t. Let’s just say that I scared myself this weekend. After half a day nearly driving myself completely mad totally unable to write, not wanting to speak to people and not being able to sleep, I figured the best thing to do was grab a coloring book, some Crayolas and “color it out.” It’s not exactly my first choice of resolving inner turmoil, but it did the trick.
I still didn’t get much writing done, but you got this post and a brand new one by me over at Sista Sports. I suggest you be happy with this one and keep it moving. OK? Alright.
Secondly, between VH1, BET and TV One, there are entirely too many celebrities and used to be celebrities on my damn TV for “reality” shows. We’ve got Fantasia’s show, Brandy and Ray J’s show, Chilli’s show, Monica’s show, Tiny and Toya’s show, Terry Crews’ show and LisaRaye’s show. I’m sure Toni Braxton’s upcoming show on Bravo, as well as Keith Sweat and Dru Hill’s show coming up on Centric will usher in a whole new crop of crazy. Quite frankly, I’m tired. If celebrities insist on having a reality show, it should only be on premium cable, like HBO.


I say HBO because my current obsession is “24/7: Mayweather/Mosley.” I will be the first to say that there is nothing real about reality TV. But if that show ain’t real, then you might as well tell me that grits ain’t grocery. These dudes cuss, talk shit, deal with real problems and real people in their lives who need to stop and take a step back.
Maybe it’s the editors on that show or perhaps the stories are just way more interesting. Either way, VH1, BET and TV One need to have lunch with the folks over at HBO. Those mofos know how to put together a great reality show!
And finally, I learned that the best part about regular TV is the frikkin’ commercials. In what world should I be watching a sitcom and get a bigger kick out of the commercials than I do the actual show I’m watching? That just shouldn’t happen. Maybe talent for sitcoms is being wasted in advertising board rooms.
Case in point:


Y’all can’t tell me that commercial ain’t funny. The dude chest bumped a refrigerator AFTER his wife gave a kitchen drawer a booty pat! Now, imagine seeing it at 2 a.m. Man, that’s almost as funny as this. Click the link, “you LINT LICKER!”

The Wrap Up …

Thank you guys for coming every day for Relationship Week here in Smarty’s World. Because everything ALWAYS starts at home, I’ve been using myself as a litmus test with this whole black women not being able to find men thing because, well, I’m a black woman and I have no man. *shrug*
So, my initial post was going to just be a summary of the week. A summary of the posts and some of your comments and what I’ve learned. Well, y’all can read, or else you wouldn’t come here, and I learned from this week what I always learn from conversations about relationships between men and women – not a damn thing. These conversations are always fruitless. More often than not, folks get pissed and start hitting below the belt or somebody just starts sounding ridiculous.
Case in point, last night after a long, random ass day at work, I sat down and watched Nightline Face-Off “Why Can’t A Successful Black Woman Find A Man?” I’m not sure when it aired, but one of my readers, Nicole, and the homie Eb the Celeb pointed me to ABC’s website for this discussion.
The panel included comedian and “The View” co-host Sherri Shepherd (@SherriEShepherd), newswoman and “Let’s Talk About Pep” cast member Jacque Reid (@jacquereid) along with author Jimi Izrael (@thednzelprncpl) and author and “CSI: New York” cast member Hill Harper (@hillharper). The moderators were Steve Harvey (@Iamsteveharvey) and Vicki Mabrey.

Jacque Reid's face here sums up how I felt afterward.

So, the panel discussed several things that I think have been stated and overstated and are discussed in the books written by all of the men on the panel. The women say they can’t stroke the man’s ego all day, every day. The men say women need to stop choosing bums. The men say women should date the man’s potential. The women say they’ve been cheated on. Blah. BLah. BLAh. BLAH! Ugh! All of this may be very true, but can I get really, really real right here right quick?
The main reason relationships among (insert race here) people aren’t working is because of a three-letter word that nobody wants to admit is their problem. And no, you pervs, it’s not sex. It’s ego. Ego. E. G. O. Relationships are not working out because neither party will let go of their damn ego.
Harvey said in his book that men need to feel appreciated. So do women. Women want their mate to be supportive. So do men. The things that men and women need, at the core, are, pretty much, the same. The problem is, nobody is willing to put their own needs aside for just a minute to do what their mate (or potential mate) needs done.
On this panel and in conversations in person and on the World Wide Web, it’s always about “what I want,” “what I need.” It’s never about “I can put this aside” or “We can help each other do …”
Everybody can look and see what it is that they want and need, but they never give consideration to what they are putting out there. If you put out into the universe that you are selfish, that is exactly what you will attract. It’s quite simple, if you don’t want a selfish mate, don’t be selfish. #duh
Another thing is a lot of folks think too much of themselves. Hear me out, there ain’t a damn thing wrong with a healthy self-esteem, everybody should have one. But some folks think they’re a lot better off than they really are. You can be cute with a jacked up attitude or unattractive and be the sweetest person in the world. Again, you get back what you put out.
Think about everything you offer in the package that is you. You’ve got intelligence, temperament, looks, you know, all the things that make you, you. Let’s say on a scale of 1 to smart, you’re about a 4. As for temperament, on a scale from 1 to crazy, you’re about a 5. And aesthetically, on a scale of 1 to “Thank ya, Jesus,” you’re at “Thank ya Jesus.” Overall, you prolly average out to about a 6 or a 7. The problem is, all of us, short, tall, fat, skinny, muscular or not, we’re all about a 6. The problem is we’re looking for 10s.
Bottom line – stop looking for perfection if your ass ain’t perfect. So, since none of us are perfect, stop looking for perfect. We all need a person that compliments us. A helpmate. A right hand. Somebody who’s gonna be there with your silly ass when times are tough and when they’re good. The last thing anybody needs is somebody who will cut and run because they don’t know how to put ego to the side and realize that they ain’t perfect either.
Now, stop wasting all your money on these books that yield no return. Stop having all these conversations that get your blood pressure up all high and start working on yourself. If you want a 10, do everything in your power to make yourself a 10. Get over your pain and scars and bitterness and yourself. Stop waiting for that mate to “complete you.” You need to be a whole person first!
Gah! This mess is getting on my nerves! We are never gonna be able to put our families together (or back together) if we can’t put ourselves together first. Let’s stop pointing fingers. We’re wasting precious time, here, people! Some of us want babies!

*side note* I kept hearing over and over again during that panel that women choose men. If we, Christians, want our men to be the head of the household, we need to stop stepping in his place and we begin that by learning and knowing that the Bible says in Proverbs 18:22, “He who finds a wife finds a good thing, And obtains favor from the LORD.”
Now, if the man is supposed to find his wife, it is our jobs to be found, therefore ladies, we need to figure out how to look lost. #justsayin

Dumb it down …


If you’ve yet to catch on, this week’s posts are all relationship related. It seems this is everybody’s favorite subject because it arouses feelings one way or the other.
There’s been a lot of talk lately about why black women don’t have husbands or boyfriends. This is a debate that I’m getting tired of but I know it’s not going anywhere. So, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.
In my quest to find out why we, black women, are not in relationships, I decided to look no further than myself. Hell, I fit the description. Older than 25, with a degree, seven years into my career, taking care of myself financially and single. Oh yea, your girl fits the description.
In an effort to discover just why in the hell I, in all my fabulousness, am still single, I turned to my friends to see what exactly I’m doing wrong.

*sidenote* Yea, I know I shouldn’t have, but if you can’t ask your girls who will be honest with you, who can ya ask?

So, in talking to one of my girls, she seems to think that I should “dumb it down.” By “it” she means me.
I think you guys get a pretty good idea of the person I am from this blog. I mean, I don’t tell y’all my business or anything, but, what you see is what you get. So, in short, I’m opinionated, outspoken, rarely bite my tongue and well, you all can see how smart I am. #modest
Apparently, my outspokenness along with my knowledge of a little bit about a lot of shit and my intelligence is intimidating to men.
“Maybe you should dumb it down, just a little bit.”
*blank face*
So, of course, the journalist in me needed two sources for information of this caliber. This is not something you just take and proceed with, dig?
With this information, I called another friend of ours to talk this over with her. She agreed without hesitation.
“Yea, maybe you should just scale it back a little bit.”
*screw face*
OK, that’s when I went off on the BOTH of them. Like I told them, this is like asking me to muffle and if it goes on long enough, choke off the very essence of who I am. I have two issues with these suggestions: (a) I don’t know how to be a dumb chick; and (b) I can not perpetrate a fraud.
First of all, I’ve always been able to approach life situations in a logical way. I’ve always been very careful and made sure to think before I act. This, coupled with a lot of friends and cousins who don’t think before they act has bestowed upon me a lot of wisdom. And, when you know better, you do better. So, I can’t see making decisions and statements that go against the things I KNOW for sure. I don’t think I can blind myself in that way.
Secondly, dumbing myself down would be equivalent to perpetrating a fraud, would it not? Like, wouldn’t it be all effed up to be six months into a relationship and find out that your girl missed MENSA by two points?
Fellas, would it piss you off to know your girl is way smarter than she let on?
I know I’d be pissed if a dude plays dumb and then turns out to be an egg head on me. Like, I walk in and he’s watching The History Channel or some shit.
The bottom line is why would I misrepresent myself to get a man and he ends up leaving me for lying to him? Who wants to be the “fake” chick? Who wants to be in a relationship where you can’t be who you really are? Not Smarty.
I refuse to become a watered down, quieter, timid version of myself. I’ve worked hard on becoming the woman I am, why would I throw that away. Would I like a relationship eventually? Sure? Do I want a husband and children? Absolutely. But, what good would it be to go into a situation that I KNOW will drive me batshit?
So now, that brings us back to my being single. If I follow this advice, I will likely get a man, but would he be the kind of man I need? A man who will accept my opinions, who will be able to chip away at the tough exterior I’ve put up? A man who can and will put me in my place when necessary? A dude who will understand my mood swings?
Probably not.

The Application (and interview)

Yesterday, I shared with you all my Want Ad for the job as my part-time boyfriend. At this time, the job is part-time, but if this arrangement works out, there’s a possibility for this gig to be full-time.
If this becomes full-time, you are then eligible to receive benefits immediately.
Like all jobs, if your application looks good, you are usually asked to come in for an interview. Well, of course I’ve written that, too. Need I remind you of Miss Badu’s quote?

The Application and the Interview

All you qualified brothas take out your pens, pencils and clipboards.
Pay close attention and take good notes you just might be tested on these words.
Write down your name, phone numbers and your current occupation.
Make sure to write neat and legibly, this is your relationship application.

I need your date of birth, your S.S.N. and your current address
Leave now if you have more than one kid because I do NOT need the stress
You’re free to go if you’re unemployed and/or are unable to treat me well
And keep in mind that your life IS in jeopardy if I find out that you are now or have EVER been on the DL.

List three character references, female cousins and ex-girlfriends will do
I need to know what makes you tick and exactly what the hell else is wrong with you
Y’know, how you were in past relationships, if you have violent tendencies
Do tell the whole truth up front, I have no time for discrepancies.

I need all the juicy details of what went down between you and your ex-
This will tell me all I need to know if I plan to be your next
Tell me some of your strengths and your most pressing weakness
By all means, be different, go against the grain and discuss something other than your penis.

It looks like you’ve provided everything that I require.
Provided you pass the drug test, the credit check and refrain from saying something stupiT,
congrats sir, you’re hired