
Thursday, December 29, 2011
They Just Can't Handle Me
12:27 PM
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Labels:
black women,
dating,
rudeness
Maybe you're just a bitch...
We all know or have seen this girl. The one who is always talking smack about a guy she just went out with. The chic who is always talking down to men. The one who puts her dates through homeland security style interrogations. Constantly asking questions, challenging men in conversations like she's in a boxing match, but never letting the man finish his answer. Often dismissive, rude, and disrespectful. Asking questions she already knows the answers to, to see if the guy will lie or tell the truth in a effort to trap him in his suspected lie. You know, just about every brown-skinned Black woman they cast on any reality television show.
When these women are called on their ish, their first reaction is "Men can't handle me because I'm a bit aggressive" or "I just know what I want and I'm not putting up with no bull" or "He just wasn't man enough to handle me" or whatever the buzz word excuse is.
Orrrrr........
Perhaps you're just a bitch. Let's just really call a spade a spade. There's agressive and dominant, and there's rude and inconsiderate. There are ways that you can find out if the man you are sitting across from has any of the qualities you want without being condescending, abrasive and disrespectful. And really, while we're being honest, many of you rude chics out there are being a bitch to these guys because you're attempting to cover up your own insecurities and issues.
If you're going to be a bitch, then be that. Admit that's what you are. Stop passing off your hatefulness as standards, your displeasing disposition as high standards, and your rudeness as honesty. You're making the chics with legitimate standards, and dominant personalties look bad.

....Was a letter from Santa and the dough's for me....
Mom ordered pizza and and tonight we'll chill
The real food's prepped for tomorrow's feast
And Santa put gifts under Christmas trees
Family playing games at the house tonight
It's so hot out side, kids are riding bikes
On the tele-tele is the yule log
As we laugh sipping wine never egg nog
Grandma staying over so I'm out on the couch
But it happens every year so I ain't no grouch
No grouch
No grouch
No grouch……
Rhymes so loud and proud you hear it
It's Christmas time and I got the spirit
Love and thanks, not fights or pouts
And that's what Christmas is all about
The time is now, the place is here
And the whole wide world is filled with cheer
My name's Miss A with the mic in my hand
And I'm chillin and cool'n just like a snowman
So open your eyes, and lend me an ear
I want to say Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!

Do you really want to be someone's 'everything'...
"Since I'm not your everything, how about I'll be nothing..."
How many of you ladies out there want to be everything to your man? Show of hands? Really? That many? My question to you is....WHY? That's a lot of pressure and let's be honest, none of us are that fly to be everything to someone.
You've heard those out there saying they want to be the mamma, daddy, sister, brother, the sun, the moon, the wind, the stars, the mountains, everything to their partner. What for? Don't they have those already? If not, then fine....go be that. But for me, I don't care to be all these other people, these other things for you....I want to be your woman.
I want you to be able to bring your interests, your friends, your family, your life together with mine and make a beautiful union together. Share and learn from each other. Not lose ourselves in our relationship but be there as a support as we grow and accomplish our dreams together. In order for that to happen, I can't be your 'everything'.
Don't get me wrong. At some point, I'd want to be someone's priority, and maybe even muse. But I don't think I'd ever want to be someone's everything. Nor would I want someone to be that for me. I'll reserve that 'everything' position for my (future) child.
Bottom line, we're all fallible. If you let someone put you that high on a pedestal, you'll break your neck when you fall. And trust me, we all fall at some point.

Sunday, November 27, 2011
Happy Thanksgiving
7:57 AM
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Labels:
food for thought,
reflections,
thanksgiving
Happy Thanksgiving good blog reading people! I hope you all had a wonderful weekend of holiday meals, shopping and family time. And maybe...just maybe...you've reflected on all the good things in your life and your at least grateful that you have a weekly grind to get back to on Monday. Might not be the grind you want but at least it's something.
I think it's important to take some time out of your days to reflect on your life and where you are at this very moment. Compare it to where you were a year ago, 6 months ago, a week ago. And have an honest discussion about what is actually really good in your life. Sometimes we get so bogged down with the daily stress of living that we forget to do just that...live.
We have to remember that no one really has the perfect life. Even when we get everything we want, that level of living comes with its own requirements, responsibilities, highs and lows. (Notice I said when, not if). It's all about how you handle it. Truthfully, if you can't be happy with what you have right now, living where you are today, doing what you do today, how will you know how to be happy when you 'make it'.
Like I always say, happy is not complacent. You don't have to live a miserable existence to motivate you to want more. You just have to want more.
Gobble, gobble, y'all!

What I say. I really and truly adored his music. And I have never seen a man like him, move like he did. The energy he brought to his live performances was electrifying. I enjoyed him as the counselor on Boston Public. I loved him as Regine's mis-matched boyfriend on Living Single. I was so happy to see him close out the Hip-Hop Awards this year. Didn't think that would be the last time I got to see him perform. These things always make you think..... R.I.P. Heav.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Blame It On The Rain
12:00 PM
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Labels:
black women,
dating,
men,
relationships
Don't put that blame on us...
Let me tell you something.
If YOU are always dating rude, black girls with attitudes, dealing with girl after girl after girl that's just terrible, what is the common denominator? YOU BITCH. YOU are obviously making bad decisions. That has nothing to do with the fact that these girls are black. If YOU have always dated black girls who were bitches, sluts, gold-diggers, what makes you think you'd be able to make better choices with the women from another race?
YOU are choosing poorly. YOU should re-evaluate your selection process. It's not about her race. It's about YOU. Katt Williams says to us women--and I paraphrase-- if you are over the age of 25 and still talking about men ain't shit, then we need to figure out what it is about our oochie that keeps attracting 'aint shit' [negros]. Well fellas, if you're always complaining about how fucked up black women are you need to figure out what it is about your dick that keeps picking fucked up women.
Now don't get me wrong. This is not about wether or not I approve or disapprove of interracial dating. You date who you want to date. But don't blame all of black womandom for your dating missteps. Choose better.
Punk ass.

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