A lot of things as of late have left me a lil’ dumbfounded and have me saying and thinking, “What the HELL?!” and the only way I know to work this out is to leave it all here. Because you’ve chosen to click the link and come here, you get to wonder about these things with me. You’re welcome.
I read “Fifty Shades of Grey”
Maybe it’s just me but I wasn’t at all impressed. I mean, I see the concept. The young impressionable girl seduced by the older man of her dreams. Blah, blah, blah. Blah. The young man who has an appetite for the freakier things in life and scores of people obsessed with sex. All of these things worked together to form the perfect storm for a New York Times Bestseller, three times over if you include the sequels “Fifty Shades Darker” and “Fifty Shades Freed.”
Well, I’m about 51 shades of unimpressed. Sadly, the best parts of the book were the (frequent) sex scenes and they weren’t that great. Let’s be honest, the whole genre of erotica is like “Porn for Women.” I’ve heard a lot of women complain that porn insults their intelligence because the stories make no sense. Can I just point out that this story makes no sense either – if you wanna get technical about it.
I am not going to break it down chapter by chapter but let’s just say I ain’t convinced. Let’s just call it what it is, some folks are a horny or they were looking for something to spice up their bedroom acrobatics. I ain’t mad, but stop calling this shit awesome. It really ain’t.
Chris and Aubrey got in a fight
The way they were …
Apparently there’s a rift in the Society of Khaki-colored Negroes because Chris Brown and Drake had a misunderstanding in a nightclub in New York City. Well, nothing was misunderstood. Wheelchair Jimmy wanted it to be known that he ain’t cool with Chris. You must have heard by now that Drake flew Chris the bird and Chris sent a bottle of some random alcoholic beverage to him as a peace-offering and Drake threw it and hit Chris in the face.
Yes, you read that right. While people are out here starving and whatnot, these two biscuit-hued Negroes are causing problems in a nightclub that put other people in harm’s way. Chris’s bodyguard got his head cracked open. San Antonio Spurs point guard Tony Parker nearly lost an eye from flying debris. *smh*
Side note: You tryna tell me there wasn’t an international convention for the Society of Khaki and Ecru-colored Brothers going on in that club? There were light skinned-it dudes in there from at least three countries. I bet they were trying to be discreet, then Aubrey got all emotional. *smh* I bet y’all he’s writing a song about it. And I bet y’all are gonna buy it. You’re a part of the problem. I blame YOU!
I actually read a report that is was both dudes’ respective entourages that were throwing bottles and causing trouble. Who knows. Those are the antics of people with too much money and not a lot of sense.