For those who are wondering, blacker than black comes from the movie CB4 starring Chris Rock, from the scene where Dead Mike does his own thing. In the song he just kept repeating that he was Black and Blacker than Black because he was Black, while standing in front of a red, black and green African flag, dressed in an all black militant garb, and holding up black power fist! Funny scene in a funny movie, but just as most black comedies tend to do, there’s always a message behind the madness.
In this movie they attempted to cast a light on how fake these so called “real” rappers are. In this particular scene, the writer wanted to point out how Black men get over zealous in the whole Black struggle ideology and are way Blacker than need be. Thus he becomes Blacker than Black!
Over the past decade I’ve used the phrase Blacker than Black when describing Black people who are way too Afrocentric, as if being overly Afrocentric will solve all our modern day problems. These people tend to equate everything to reconnecting to our roots in Africa and everything will be alright after that. Most of the time they have no valid plan to move Black people forward, it’s always re-connect with Africa. Continue reading
Interracial Relations
So all of a sudden football player RGIII, Robert Griffin the 3rd, has been thrown into the spotlight by well meaning ignoramuses, well I hope they are well meaning, who’ve asked the age old question! Is it ok to date interracially? Within the last couple days I’ve seen about 10 blogs pop up about this because some backwards ass reporter devolved a conversation into, is RGIII really a brother, is he down for the cause?
Now all of a sudden people are talking race for no good reason. Who the hell cares if a black dude, who went to a white college, dated and fell in love with a white girl, decided that he wanted to marry her? Oh my bad, blacker than black people and white racist care, that’s who. And by the way blacker than black men are racist too, because if they held sway over white people they would be just as racist as the Klan. Continue reading
PumKash, in my Mama Jones Voice!
Are you kidding me, the name of the perfume she’s trying to pedal is PumKash, derived from the word she uses for pussy, I mean vagina, for you prudes, and cash money, with a “hip” spelling of the word cash. Not only does the name wreak of ratchetness, the description of the smell she seeks to emulate ventures into the deep dark and pink crevices of the strip club culture.
This fragrance is suppose to smell like pum pum and kash, yep, pussy and money. Now don’t get me wrong, either or alone is great, well unless the woman doesn’t value hygiene, but combined, not so much so.
Have you ever been to a strip club and thought to yourself, I want this fragrance in my house, or better yet, I want to smell like this all the time. Me thinks not! Vagina and money doesn’t smell that savory if you ask me. To be truthful tho, I’ve only been to a few strip clubs in my life but I can’t ever recall thinking to myself, “I like what this smells like, I want to take this home with me”.
Maybe it’s just me, I know that strip club culture is big now and maybe people like the smell of a crispy $1 dollar bill and vagina, but damn! Do you like it enough to walk around smelling like it, day in and day out?
And furthermore she looks like a spokes model for cigarettes and cognac. So tell me, how do you smell after that combination? IJS Jim Jones, don’t get mad at me for that statement, lol!
Beware, Cuffing Season Has Arrived
When the leaves start turning brown, the temperature starts to drop and men and women the world over realize that they don’t have a significant other to cuddle with during the colder months, you start to see post pop in your social feeds across the internet alluding to this not so new, but surprisingly gender neutral, phenomena. A lot of people call this time of year autumn/fall or winter, but more and more nowadays people are referring to this time of the year as Cuffing Season.
This season is pretty frantic I must say. Men go into the, lie at all cost mode, and are willing to use every line in the book to convince women that they really, really, really want to have a lasting relationship with them.
Around this time of year have you ever noticed that that elusive I can’t be tied down; I need to flap my wings, I’m a be a bachelor for life guy seems to answer every phone call on the first ring. He all of a sudden has more than enough time in the day to do whatever you need/want him to do. Yeah, that’s because he wants to let you know how special you are to him. He just loves the way you want to know everywhere he’s been and where he’s going. He loves to talk on the phone about how crazy your girls are, for real he does! Well at least for the next few months.
Ladies beware; cuffing season is upon you, and all that extra attention that you’re getting is due in direct proportion to a man’s inability to weather the cold months without a hot body to cozy up to when the temperature drops too low.
Oh and another thing, please make them strap up, make sure that these next four months of wild sexing doesn’t lead to a kid with some dude who was just trying to get some for a few months. Why do you think there are more babies born in the months of July, August, and September? You start cuffing around this time of the year and by December you’re fucking like rabbits in heat and you know how that goes. Condoms can run out quickly and the next thing you know, not only did you cuff her she just cuffed you for 18 years!
X and the Youth
After watching a documentary about Peter Gatian and how the clubs he owned in New York and various other places were hotbeds for illicit drug sells, one particular part of it made me ask myself a question, and that question is; “Is the uptick in the use of Ecstasy (E, Molly, or X) by young Black youths one of the reasons why so many of them love the horrible violent music that’s out, and have no feelings about taking the lives of their fellow peers?”
After watching the documentary and hearing them talk about how techno music became popular in London and New York on the back of X fueled rave parties it dawned on me, MDMA is a drug used to make you feel happy and euphoric. I’ve never used it myself but I know lots of people that have, and they all say that it amps things up, makes anything that you do that much better, anything that you like a little, great, and so on.
The dark side of X is that it has been linked to decreased levels of serotonin production and can cause increased depression and anxiety if it is abused long term. After too long of use, it becomes increasingly harder to be happy without it and you go into depressed stages when not on it.
So what this is saying is that while you’re using it, you like everything way more than you would if you weren’t using it, and if you abuse it for too long you you’ll find yourself in prolonged unhappy and depressed states that can lead to just about anything.
So let’s take this hypothesis and juxtapose it with the youth of today, and as far back as the mid 90’s.
During the mid 90’s E became popular on the hip hop scene as an illicit party drug. Knowing what I know about the hip hop party scene from back then up until now, I can safely say that there are myriads of songs that I have heard in the club whilst intoxicated that banged and made the club go up, but there was no way on God’s green earth that I would actually pay for them and listen to them at home or in the car. But if I was on that Molly, I’d probably have purchased every crappy club banger from then until now.