"Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly." - The Sandman (Neil Gaiman)
Thursday, December 21, 2006
COME OUTTA THE CLOSET.
Most people think fashion is fickle.
Most people think that people that seem to take an avid interest in fashion are “faddy”- materialistic- highfaluting- fake-“hoity-toity” to name a few words that have been unfairly synonymous with the world of fashion. I’ve always thought it was funny to be called these names either behind me or to my face in form of a “joke” (as we Yoruba’s say “It is when things are said in jest, that we know the real truth”)
Anyhoo, it’s always been funny to me because every single one of us partakes in fashion. If they are not walking around naked then I don’t think anyone has a right to accuse anyone of been pretentious because they care to look deeper. No one goes into a store with the specific purpose of buying the ugliest piece of clothing in there.
Now, YES I know your mind just went through the “What the hell were they thinking?” “Did you dress up in the dark?” and “This girl has no friends to tell her the truth” moments you’ve ever had.
Let me say, that there is no accounting for taste and as we all know “One man’s meat is another man’s poison” NO ONE and I mean NO ONE in their right minds, sets out to buy an item of clothing that will make them look less than attractive or down right UGLY.
I was reading a paper that was written by a friend of mine over 10 years ago on Fashion & Photography and he explores the “Fashion Theory” in his paper. He quotes Suzy Menkes; who if you ever care to read up on, is one of them most influential people in European fashion.
“The theory of Fashion is an attempt to demonstrate the importance of dress, clothes, and style by means of explaining theories, which constitute the value and the legitimacy of the whole fashion process. The meaning behind fashionable dressing has led the way for fashion to be analyzed on its sociological and psychological implications. If what we wear conveys, symbolic codes and convention about the type of person we are and what type of social back-ground we might attach ourselves to, without evidently speaking to the wearer in person, then the argument is that ‘fashion’ refers exclusively to clothing behavior. In other words ‘fashion is how you can tell people what you are and how you feel about yourself’.”
She couldn’t have hit the nail on the head any more directly than she has already. It is a widespread cultural practice for us to mark our identities with what we wear. The correlation between appearance and character is very imminent in society today. Not only do we care about the people who know us but also we care about public perception. You will always be anonymous to someone on the streets yet every woman has a desire to watch themselves been watched. Even a smile of appreciation from a stranger who we may never lay eyes on again validates the effort we have put into projecting an image. Whether it’s the dress you put on, or the shoes you matched “effortlessly” with the intricate details of your outfit, or that purse you splurged on, it feels good to be appreciated.
While some of us girls dress up to impress and attract our men, some of us say we dress up to impress other women; I guess we are our own harshest critics and to get a nod of approval from another woman is BIG, other women say they dress to impress themselves (Yeah sure! WHATEVER!)
Clothes have always been a vehicle to convey social strata, class, religion, culture, desires, beliefs and our subconscious minds. Why then do some of us condemn something that is a part of who we are and will always be?
Is it because we confuse fashion and style? Do we confuse the money making venture and the façade of the gliterrati and larger than life acts of the creative minds to draw attention to their creations with the simple fact that at the end of the day it’s really all about the clothes?
Here’s the difference fashion can be bought, fashion is the business of it all.
Your style cannot be bought, can’t be duplicated or paid for.
It’s no wonder we all have people that we look up to in fashion. For every personal taste, there is a public figure out there that serves as a model. With that been said, you could never look exactly like the person who you choose to emulate because they have their own attitude, aura and swagger and you have yours. Therein, lies the difference,
From wanting Lindsay Lohan’s bag collection, to drooling over a watch you see in the pages of this month’s VOGUE to wanting that Peridot & Ruby skirt you saw your girl rocking in a picture. Fashion transcends every level of society and we all in our own little way are a part of it. It doesn’t have to be expensive it has to be YOU.
So get over your guilt trip. Because you want the Rock & Republic jeans you’ve scoped Posh Beckham wearing in the tabs; you wanting a pair badly doesn’t mean you want to be like her, because you feel the need to re-create a look you’ve seen Paris wear doesn’t make you an airhead.
Don’t be a closet fashion freak.
Come on out the closet or get back in there and celebrate the FABULOUSNESS that is YOU! lol
Happy Holidays!
Friday, December 15, 2006
HANG UP THE SAAB, B!
I love Beyonce, I admire her. I am however tired of this look. Geez she looks like she's expecting her limo to turn into a pumpkin at the stroke of midnight.
If I see Beyonce in one more Elie Saab gown this month... I might pull all my hair out.
It's the same look over and over again. Chandelier diamond earrings, long flowing gown with a train so we can't see the shoes and OH MY GOD! let's not get me started on that hair and that ridiculous weave. There is a reason why your stylist/mom only has one client- YOU! Maybe someone thinks they're irreplaceable... fix it!
Beyonce darling I love you and awards season is coming up and from the direction of things with your recent Golden Globe™ nomination (Congratulations by the way) You may feel the need to re-create this look. FIGHT THE URGE! I mean you gave up carbs, this should be easy enough.
It's cute once, but not over and over again!
If I turn on E! Live on the Red Carpet and see Beyonce wearing one more Elie Saab gown, I will jump into the TV and rip it off her toned body right then and there!
Come back to Lagos, let my girls Peridot & Ruby (www.peridotandruby.com) hook you up with a dress that'll have Jay lock that down permanently! lol
MoMOSAS, MOJITOS & ML COOL J???
OH WHAT A NITE!
I am at my desk this morning looking like the living dead! I just noticed as I switched on my laptop and saw my own reflection that I forgot to put on earrings this morning... which NEVER happens!
I am getting OLD! I promise this is the last Thursday that I will ever go out when I've got work in the morning... after Xmas sha! lol I got dragged out cos it's a friend's birthday today. Seeming that unbeknownst to him I have been planning a surprise birthday dinner all week, he thot this was his one chance to celebrate his birthday. Since we couldn't spoil the surprise, we had to play along. Little did I know that the nite had plans of it's own for me.
So first port of call was SAIPAN. To cut a long story short, between mojitos, 2 bottles of champagne & me making my world famous MoMOSA'S™ (NO it is not a typo, u can see the trademark sign, it is my twist on the mimosa) Which I'm still wondering why cos 3 out of 5 of us don't drink & remember that I quit drinking over a year ago. One word of advice, if you don't drink or haven't in a while, cocktails & champagne should not be ingested without caution... needless to say I was reminded AGAIN why I quit drinking about an hour into making cocktails for everyone.
By the time we got to 6 degrees North, I decided it was time to head SOUTH towards a bed! My body just couldn't handle anymore air kissing & pretending like I really give a rat's ass "How you've been since I saw you last week" (my Lagos peeps know lol)
NEXT UP... my feet let me down yesterday. This is an ode to my feet.
DEAR FEET, why have thou forsaken me?
I give you love, pedicures & OPI and all you did yesterday was betray that love.
Never a corn, never a bunion or worse; athletes foot & yet you betray my love.
I'll ask you like I asked Paris...Pourqoui? pieds Pourqoui?
Clearly I'm still buzzing a bit lol
I have overindulged in flats ladies! For the last 4 months or so, I have been obsessed with flats, ballet flats, flat thong sandals, pointy flats and they have been my crack. Please see above as part of my "All I want for Xmas is... list :-)
I never thot I'd EVER say this but my decision to step out in 4½ inch heels yesterday was plain stupid! I did not know you could have muscle pull in your foot until about 3:45AM this morning! I will not give up as I'm wearing another pair of 4 inches tonite!
I've saved the best for last... Let me start by saying Boris baby! I love u & always will but sometimes in relationships u need space to breathe and lust! So allow me i beg... let me drooooooooool.... Ladies can we have a moment of silence pls.
YES Ladies! I dunno if I'm getting rewarded for been naughty or nice cos I got an early Xmas pressie, Luscious James Smith. Now this is one pressie that can come unwrapped hmm mmm mmm...
Infact I've changed his name to ML Cool J cos MOT ain't got NOTHING but LOVE for LL. My goodness! I understand why he has bodyguards, if I looked like that, I'd walk around in a freaking cage! And that smile...
I was shameless yesterday cos I sure as hell did act like a groupie, staring, beaming like I'd died & gone to shoe heaven. He definitely can ZOOM ZOOM ZOOM all up in this anytime! How is it possible that he looks better than he does on TV? His skin was like butter... just FRESH! That is a face & body I can wake up to for the rest of my life. Mrs Cool J, u r one lucky lady! I hope he comes out tonite after the concert. I may have to lay one on him, give him some jungle fever, make him never wanna leave the MOTHERLAND!!! ok..ok..
So that was my crazy nite! Oh I forgot, Akon was partying up in Saipan as well. All I've got to say apart from the fact that I had to kneel down to be on eye level with him is... U can take the boy out of Africa, but Africa ain't came outta that boy!
He's midnight blue! LOL
P.S. If u know me, and are coming home. Pls bring me some ground Italian Roast (coarse) from your nearest Starbucks location. The only reason I'm able to type now is cos I practically had to eat the coffee to be up & from the looks of things. I'm gonna need a whole lot more this Xmas... thaaaaanks!
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
POURQUOI??? PARIS POURQUOI???
Unlike my fellow bloggers Tminx and Onada, I'm a bit of a dilettante when it comes to photography. I appreciate art and I love fashion photography but I couldn't tell you what focusing involves if I had a gun held to my head.
I'm the one who always reads the small print in magazines to see who shot the covers and I do the same for cds as well.
One of my all time favorite photogs is the almighty Mario Testino because his reputation precedes him. He's shot most of the classic VOGUE covers you've seen. Of recent, Mario's genius has become one that can clearly only be understood by himself alone. Which brings me to my beef of the week...
Now! I don't know who I'm supposed to blame for this since our darling Paris isn't exactly the brightest bulb on the shelf. Could it be the stylist? and why would Mario agree to photograph Paris's underboobs?
I'm sure this was the stylist's idea. To which our dear sis Paris (bless her echoing mind) responded "That's Hot!"
I mean WTF??? This is distasteful and if this was for shock value, it gave the desired effect but for all the wrong reasons.
I don't see why French VOGUE would need this to move copies.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
MY COUSIN ROCKS!!!
She begged me not to blog about her but I am going to do it anyway cos I never listen and after the hour long conversation we had yesterday I just shook my head and thought “MY goodness, I hope every girl has someone like this in their lives”.
SO Suli-Sue a.k.a 'Mummy Baltimore' this one's for u! lol
My cousins & I have defective retail genes (it runs in the family)
Now this one particular cousin is my P.I.C and my Executive Director of Retail Affairs.
My cousin and I haven’t lived in the same city for over 10 years somehow we have remained each other’s consultants & supporters in everything including & most especially fashion & beauty matters. We’re each other’s 24 hour life/support line from “OH MY GOD! I need pink shoes” or “I’m feeling UGLY today” to "STOP CRYING! ARE U AN ODE?? SUCK IT UP! He's a bastard anyway! LOLLLL
I think we consult with each other 90% of the time, the other 10% we call immediately after the purchase. Even after my move, things haven’t changed. T-mobile & Glo love us!
I love my cousin because she’s never once judged one of my impulse/extravagant purchases.
She tolerates my whining and listens and makes me feel better about myself.
She cusses me out when I put myself down and tells me it’s not allowed in our family.
We SWEAR by everything in my family that we are of Brazillian descent because “SOME” of us have hair that proves it lol GOD help you if you try and dispute that or say “HMMM” in our presence.
We have conversations on both extremes of a very broad spectrum.
Serious things in life like religion & world poverty and then the most fickle of things like how we can get Apple to customize a laptop in certain colors and engrave it with our names and maybe someday there’ll be an Apple phone! (Aaah… if only wishes were horses)
I love my cousin because she celebrates everything and wants to make it special.
I love my cousin because she’s the only one I know that LV calls to invite to exclusive shopping events! The next one been tomorrow! (I’m sure there are a lot more of u out there but… this is about my ‘cuz’ NOT U)
I love my cousin because she hasn’t given up hope that someday LV will move it’s technical operations from France so that she can work for them… for the discount.
I love my cousin because even after my 25th attempt at a diet this year, she still forwards me work out routines from her personal trainer & goes over foods to eat and not to eat for the umpteenth time. She's got abs of steel & more discipline than anyone I know.
I love my cousin because of the way her voice sounds when she finds a new feature or software for Apple.
I remember her joy when she saw Beyonce wearing a dress she had worn months before & her celebrating with me when my “Choo” was on Oprah! (we have issues) lol
I love my cousin because her heart is open, she's one of the most spiritual people I know, and she prays for people she doesn't even know.
Somehow in all of this mess, we both have very challenging jobs with grueling schedules of over half a day which we somehow excel in (more her than me!)
My cousins are my biggest fans and will share my blog with their co-workers and anyone who cares to read. They even send out emails when I’ve updated!
Most of all I love my cousin because if I were not who I am, she would still love me the same and still loves me inspite of who I am.
So to my cousin, my sister, my best friend! U ROCK!!!
Much luv from Sisi EKO... lol
Monday, December 04, 2006
MY NAME IS MOT and I’M DYSCALCULIC!!
If you’ve known me for a while or even for a short period of time you would have heard me say the following sentences about myself. “I am mathematically retarded” or “I can’t do anything outside of basic arithmetic” or “My future partner has to be a math genius, if not, my kids are going to be riding the short bus to school!”
I would always use humor to deflect an issue that has haunted me for ages.
Back in school, my worst position in secondary school was 7th. I was never the kid who was afraid to take their report card home. I remember an incident where most of my friends decided to change the Chemistry grade on their Continuous Assessment Book because we all failed that quarter. They all got in serious trouble but the only reason I wasn’t one of them was because I left on an exeat a day before mid-term break. If not, please believe I would have joined the CROWD!!! Secondary school was very competitive and I remember we would stay up and study/cram all night for exams and tests. I’m not competitive by nature and one of my mantras in life is “If it takes too long and it’s too hard then it’s not worth it” Sometimes u've just gotta know when to give up! (Yeah don’t u just feel for my offspring)
In college, it was the same; I didn’t really have problems with any classes except a Pre-Cal class. That was the first class I failed- I failed it on purpose because I stopped trying. Half way into the semester, I just stopped studying because nothing made sense. It was like Greek to me. I understoond the concepts but once I saw the numbers it would become a muddle, my brain couldn’t process the theories and match them to the numbers.
I’d always had a problem with math and my mom (God bless her soul) would tell me “FOCUS! If only you’d just apply yourself!” All I ever wanted to do was read my storybooks. I remember once when I was 6, my mom bought me an abacus cos she thought it would help with my arithmetic problems and I don’t know when or how but I do remember the day she whooped the living day lights out of me cos I had taken it apart and had strung the beads together into bracelets and necklaces. I had different colors for my dresses lol
I was talking to my friend last night and I felt the need to confess that I have a complex. I know I’m smart but when it comes to math I’m a total DUFUS. He asked if I was one of those people who when I give/when given directions I have to signal with my hands so that it registers and I said “YES! HOW DO YOU KNOW?” He told me he had read up on it and apparently there is a condition similar to dyslexia but couldn’t remember the name.
Maybe slacking at work is one of the symptoms because all I did all morning was GOOGLE – learning disabilities and EUREKA! It’s called DYSCALCULIA (pls see the link below to learn more) I also found an article written by a woman who has the same condition. Her experiences are so similar to mine.
I STILL count off my fingers & toes, I can’t process 3 digit math problems off the top of my head as fast as most of my friends can (just call me Quickfingers on the calculator), I have issues with analog clocks (but can’t wear digital watches for purely vanity purposes… whaat? I said I was Dyscalculic not CRAZY!), I avoid math like the plague, I have no sense of direction, I always get lost and I HATE MAPQUEST for telling me to turn on SO & SO avenue “headed EAST” WTF do I look like? A COMPASS? I also suck at standardized tests! (TAKE THAT S.A.T’S!) The last time I opened a bank statement was NEVER!
I suck at keeping tabs on my financial matters but I don’t think dyscalculia is to blame, that’s just another mental problem - Shopaholicism…more on that :-D
I am at peace now! I want to call my mom and tell her but even with her been a doctor, the Nigerian mother in her will rear its ugly head and say “Hmm MOT, you’re always making excuses”
I don’t care. I’m just happy I’m not an OLODO after all!
I truly hope that this brings someone closure as it has done for me.
And for those of you Einsteins out there…sorry oh! But you could never be as street smart as us!
P.S. Low, this is for u cos I know u will call me and say “MOT! 9877985 minus 8790870 and cackle stupidly WENCH!!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dyscalculia
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,8123-2217154_1,00.html
Sunday, December 03, 2006
HORSING AROUND (Life List #1)
So I mentioned my life list a little earlier. In my quest to finding myself (though I am slowing realizing that I may never be found) I have a life list that I have sworn I will complete before I die. Usually, people have lists like "Things I want to do before I'm 40" but I've got a LIFE list because Reason 1- I'm a procastinator and Reason 2- I AM a procastinator plus there are some things on there that I like to see as a lifestyle change.
As you know I've got mad love for dogs. My love for animals goes in this order; dogs, horses and then men ;-) (I had to slide that one in there) Anyhoo, learning to ride a horse properly is #1 on my life list. Clearly, my list is not prioritized.
So for the past couple of months, every weekend, I go for my horse riding lessons. Needless to say, not only am I proud of myself that after many failed attempts, I am now consistently riding BUT I think I feel a lifestyle change coming on.
I have also sparked a new interest in my male friends. I've inspired some of them to get on a horse and at least try it once. But I came to find out the hard way that sometimes their intentions aren't always "noble". I illustrate.
MF: Wow! You're getting really good out there!
MOT: (In utmost humility) Thanks, u know we try.
MF: So eemm... does it hurt when u bounce up and down like that?
MOT: At all
MF: U know I heard that when most women ride, they u know... (then they give me the raised eyebrows look with the SHEEPISH smile)
MOT: NAFF OFF!! (Roll my eyes and walk off)
This was the first time, the second dude that asked, I was prepared for. I just said to him. "Well if they do, then I must be doing something wrong!" and I got better! The next I said "Trust a horse to do what a man can't do" lol that answer has worked ever since.
First of all, let me dispell this rumor, I don't know about other women but I have NEVER eerm... derived pleasure from riding a horse lol Why do men automatically go into Beavis & Butthead mode when it comes to sex???
Then I get the kill joys that say to me "Clearly you've never heard of Christopher Reeves". To which I respond, "The fact that u can catch AIDS and die everytime you stick ur "John Thomas" (Sex & the City feens know about JT) where it doesn't belong hasn't stopped you from getting ur freak on so why should I stop?"
U gotta die sometime, it's not when you go, it's how you go.
Which reminds me, my MORBID friend & I had just arrived at the Polo Club a couple of weeks ago when we heard a puppy had just died :-( He got in the way of a hoof and got stamped to death. WE proceeded to make up what his headstone would read. We came up with "Here lies PUPPY... He came, he saw, he got in the way"; "Here lies PUPPY...CRUSHED" lol I know...
So far so good it's been an experience- save for my body hurting every weekend like someone body slammed me repeatedly like in those cartoons and Marcella (will have to put up a pic of her) almost throwing me off when I started using the whip ( B*tch!) lol I haven't regretted one moment of this.
For my fellow 'life listers', consider this, it's alot of fun!
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Too Many Books.... Too Little time.
Just as every summer comes and goes, so does my book list. This year, I have not accomplished as much with getting through my reading as I would like to. Unlike last summer where I was going through one book a weekend, this year, that has been far from the case.
I have this thing where once I read a really good book, I become obsessed with the author and have to read everything they’ve ever written that’s out there… some of my victims include; Sidney Sheldon, Omar Tyree, Terry McMillan, Jane Green, Michael Moore, Toni Morrison, Marian Keyes, Lauren Weisberger, Eric Jerome Dickey to name a few.
I have just finished “Everyone worth knowing” by Lauren Weisberger and it took me almost 2 months to finish (gasp!) I know! The book really dragged and for the first time I have to agree with the amateur book reviews I read on Amazon. I was disappointed, this book was a bit like anti-climatic. It was a forced attempt at giving us an insider’s take on the New York social scene; a lot of name-dropping and she managed to wangle a love story in there. I hate to say it but this book didn’t do it for me… AT ALL.
I remember the fateful day I stumbled upon “The Devil Wears Prada”; it was Jan 2004 in Amsterdam and that book single-handedly changed my literary life! I couldn’t put it down for a second! I cannot wait to see the movie!
It opened me up to the world of “chick-lit” before that I was going through my African-American literature phase and had just finished reading all the books written by Omar Tyree and Eric Jerome Dickey After that, came “The Nanny Diaries” and others and I have not looked back ever since.
In my failed attempt to finish Anna Karenina, I have taken it upon myself to attempt another Oprah Book Club favorite. YES! The controversial “a million little pieces” by James Frey. I got it off a friend who was in the middle of reading it when the story broke out about it been a lie. So he dumped it.
So he lied! Boo-hoo! This book was obviously a good read before we all found out. Like I’m ever gonna deny myself the pleasure of a good read because some guy I don’t know from Adam decides to take liberties with his literary license.
I just don’t get why he couldn’t pass it off as fiction. The book has me hooked so far so good. Anyway the rest of my “to-read” list isn’t looking so bad. I’ve got:
1) Babyville- Jane Green
2) Dude Where’s My Country?- Michael Moore
3) Anybody Out There- Marian Keyes.
4) Lovers & Players - Jackie Collins
5) Bergdorf Blondes- Plum Sykes
6) The Interruption of Everything- Terry McMillan
**I wrote this in like July or something and since then I've read a few books! A Million Little Pieces was FANTASTIC! He has another one out called "My Friend Leonard". You gotta love creative people though, I walked into a Borders in August and the ad for the new book said "From the author of A Million Little Pieces, a creation of an over-active imagination!" I couldn't stop laughing. You gotta luv PR and how they put their twist on things! That's what a lie is called nowadays- a product of an over-active imagination... LUV IT!
(Now! If you're looking for a review of "War & Peace". this ain't the blog for u mon ami!)
Right now I am reading Bergdorf Blondes by the very 'chi-chi' Plum Sykes. I luv this book but I swear I've lost some IQ points in the process. I recommend it (lol)
A friend of mine said to me my choice of reading materials sometimes makes him think I need to move back to America, New York to be precise. Why should I? When I have my very own Lagos ( the most FABULOUS city in the world) minus the okadas, danfos, 'go-slow' for damn reason, beggars, LASTMA, and those annoying lil gits that come and try and clean ur window with dirty water/cheap soap (I know u're trying to make a buck but just ask first before u smear my windshield with eau de GUTTER!
BLOG 'RET'
Lol Oh my Goodness! I have a confession to make! Considering the fact that I was one of the first Lagos bloggers, I am RETARDED when it comes to features on this thingy!
So I 'upgraded' to the new BETA version and noticed this page come up with like 50 new comments that needed to be moderated. I'm like WTF??? God I am so having a "is it tuna or chicken" moment rite now. As Ms B. says GOSH u're such a RET! Lol
I don't know how to link to my favorite blogs, I don't even think I've bothered to upload a profile picture or do some of the cool stuff I've seen onada do! I need BLOGGING FOR DUMMIES people.
Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone that left me comments. My goodness! I was gonna go back and reply everyone of them but I can't. I'm a blog voyeur and I truly envy u guys cos I get a case of blogger block and with the "mess" that is my life, I can't always write.
For a second there I thot I had lost my "MOJO" ;-)
I promise to try harder and I'll go ahead and put up some stuff. I've got so much to share! I should sent be sentenced to wearing lucite heels for a year for keeping it to myself...lol
THANKS AGAIN!
Friday, October 27, 2006
THE FOUR MEMES (or whatever)
FOUR JOBS YOU'VE HAD IN YOUR LIFE
1. Customer Service Representative
2. Account Manager
3. Finance/VSAT Administrator
4. Call Center Manager
FOUR FICTIONAL JOBS YOU WISH YOU HAD
1. Carrie Bradshaw’s job
2. High society-party girl like Holly Go-lightly (Breakfast @ Tiffanys)
3. Karen’s job as Grace’s assistant (Will & Grace)
4. Queen of Brunei, Jordan, Dubai or Monaco (I’m not picky, I’ll settle for either one)
FOUR MOVIES YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN
1. Diary of a Mad Black Woman
2. A Touch of Mink
3. Splash!
4. Anything that has Osuofia (sp?)
FOUR CITIES YOU'VE LIVED IN
1. Lagos
2. Atlanta
3. Eerrr no offense but I’m not a NOMAD.
FOUR TV SHOWS YOU LOVE TO WATCH
1. Sex and the City
2. Will & Grace
3. LOST
4. Grey’s Anatomy
FOUR PLACES YOU'VE BEEN ON VACATION/TRAVELED TO
1. Paris
2. Amsterdam
3. London
4. New York
FOUR WEBSITES YOU VISIT DAILY
1. GOOGLE.com (can’t live without it)
2. Hotmail.com
3. People.com
4. Misselias.blogspot.com
FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE FOODS
1. Yam (boiled, fried, pounded) I've never had roasted yam but I'm sure it's good.
2. Pasta
3. Seafood (shrimp, prawn, lobster, escargot, squid) if it comes out of the water, I’m there!
4. Caramel anything
FOUR THINGS YOU WON'T EAT
1. Jelly babies or soft candy
2. Another woman ☺
3. Cinnamon (I lie @ restaurants that I'm allergic just so they know the severity of how I cannot smell or taste cinnamon) (eeek)
4. Licorice (what is the purpose of it's very existence?)
FOUR THINGS YOU WISH YOU COULD EAT OR DRINK RIGHT NOW
1. Aunty Anne’s Almond Pretzel
2. Starbucks Frappucino
3. Sharwarma
4. Indomie Noodles
FOUR THINGS IN YOUR BEDROOM
1. My shoes
2. My bags
3. My bed
4. Suitcases
FOUR THINGS YOU WISH YOU HAD IN YOUR BEDROOM
1. Walk in closet
2. Boris Kodjoe ( Was he right? I just might have erotomania)
3. A treadmill (not that I'd ever use it, I typically don't like to run unless something's chasing me) OK maybe a stationary bike ( I like spinning)
4. Tamara Mellon’s shoe closet.
FOUR THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW
1. My ring (that I haven’t taken off in 10 years)
2. A Homer Simpson t-shirt
3. Flip flops
4. My glasses
FOUR PLACES I'D RATHER BE RIGHT NOW
1. Maldives
2. Dubai
3. Spain
4. In bed with ....
FOUR FICTIONAL PLACES I'D RATHER BE RIGHT NOW
1. Eating Breakfast @ Tiffany’s with Holly Golightly
2. Central Perk
3. Sitting around a table with the girls from SATC
4. Paradise
FOUR PEOPLE YOU’D REALLY LOVE TO HAVE DINNER WITH
1. My godmother, Oprah
2. GOD (He got some questions to answer)
3. Boris Kodjoe (not so much so WITH as opposed to having HIM for dinner would be a better option)
4. Maya Angelou
FOUR THINGS YOU ARE THINKING RIGHT NOW
1. What am I wearing out tonight?
2. Should I really be going out tonight?
3. How narcissistic is this? Answering questions for no damn reason. Like anyone gives a rat's ass what I'm wearing or thinking?
4. I love this David Gray song
FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE THINGS
1. My MACBOOK
2. Dogs
3. Shoes
4. My mind
FOUR PEOPLE YOU TAG
1. I think I’m the last blogger on earth who’s done this…WHOEVER
Friday, September 22, 2006
ENLIGHTENMENT IN THE MOST UNLIKELY PLACES!
I grew up and now live in a country where 99% of the income is held by 1% of the people and 99% of the people hold 1% of the income... take a moment... absorb it... YES!
In the past few weeks I've had a blast. I'm on vacation, my only worries have been accumulating things that I already have in excess. Do I feel guilty? NO...
I think our biggest problem as a privileged society is that we worry more about what we are doing instead of concerning ourselves with what we are NOT doing.
I will not apologize for my Jimmy Choos or my LV bag. Lord knows I worked hard for them. I like nice things, always have, always will work hard to maintain a certain level of comfort.
I will not feel bad about craving a new iPOD or upgrading my car. I recognize that me buying my car won't stop the women and children of war torn Sudan and Liberia from starving.
WHAT I WILL DO is make an effort to contribute not only financially but giving myself to a worthy cause.
I WILL recognize that I cannot be THE solution but a part of it. I cannot single-handedly change the injustices of the world but I can shed light on them and be a part of righting many wrongs.
I have a life list. I've only ever shared it with one friend. It's full of things that I want to do but mostly associated with status and prestige. I have no short term goals to improve the life of someone else who needs alot more than I do.
As Ramadan is about to begin, it's a time for sober reflection and a season where giving is celebrated and emphasized. Fasting in any religion really is about sacrificing your wants and needs in return for a chance to grow closer to who you perceive your higher being to be...in my case the only one I know to be in charge- The Notorious G.O.D. :-)
I recognize that there is a God who said He prefers good deeds to be modest and continuous, than grand and infrequent and in that spirit, I have made this priority on my list. I will give, I will give myself, my time, everything that I am allowed to give to improve the life of someone who hasn't had it as good as I have even though there's no earthly reason why I got chosen over them.
I will NOT stop drinking my $4 cups of coffee because I don't care what anybody says; it does taste different from Folgers or Nescafe. Besides were it not for that $4 coffee I would not have had what Miss Oprah calls an AHA moment! :-)
Friday, September 15, 2006
IS IGNORANCE REALLY BLISS?
In the spirit of my vacation, I decided to take a shopping trip to my favorite city in the world; New York. It was Labor day weekend, Hurricane Ernesto was at its best and it took me 9 hours to get to NY! My luggage was somewhere in Conneticut; Delta JFK employees were not helpful and needless to say I wasn't in a vacationey mood by the time I got to my hotel room but I thought to myself "stay positive, make lemonade out of these lemons, it's just a minor setback besides DELTA had promised my luggage would be delivered to my hotel room the next day so... FINE!
I hadn't been to NY since Dec. 2001 rite after 9/11, at the time, the stereotype of New Yorkers been rude rang painfully true. Everyone lived in fear and terror, no one felt safe and everyone was suspicious of their fellow man and with good reason. This time was different, people looked me in the eyes, said hello, smiled at me and I thought "WOW I guess going through something as traumatic as 9/11 together awakens you to the fragility of life and creates an unspoken bond". I wish that feeling had stayed with me through the trip...
For as long as I lived in the South, I never witnessed any form of racism, maybe it did happen but like I always say if you weren't raised in certain conditions then you don't know to look for them. In other words, ignorance is bliss. I attended a college where 93% of the population were white, in my 4 years in college I only had 2 black professors. Still... Nothing; UNTIL I GOT TO NEW YORK!
I stepped out of the airport and a Middle Eastern gentleman walked up to me asking if I needed a taxi. I said no thanks and was about to cross over when I heard raised voices behind me.
A Nigerian airport employee had started to harass the guy I guess about soliciting passengers. Next thing I hear the Middle Eastern man say "You cannot judge me by the way I look, this beard is part of my religion and I have a right to wear it". Meanwhile your African brother is yelling and jeering at this man "Go and shave that sh*# off! Al-Qaida! Bin-Laden! You don't belong here!" Needless to say, not only was I shocked but I was thoroughly ashamed, utterly disgusted and embarrassed.
YOU ARE A BLACK AFRICAN IN AMERICA! YOU EITHER CAME HERE ILLEGALLY OR VIA AN AMNESTY PROGRAM LIKE VISA LOTTERY AND YOU HAVE THE EFFONTERY TO OPENLY THROW RACIAL SLURS AT A MAN TRYING TO MAKE AN HONEST LIVING!
The word bigot is mostly associated with white people because it is (unfairly I might add) easier to assume that they think they're superior to other races. However, what I think is worse is someone that can identify with having odds against you inflicting the same treatment on a fellow minority. I guess ignorance isn't always bliss.
"Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends." - Maya Angelou
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
HOW MANY WAYS...
How Do I Love Thee?
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
BE MY... BE MY BABY!
Finally Suri Cruise graced us with her angelic presence last week.
GOD she is beautiful.
Now that's a baby that would have been well worth all the stuff I complain about (see previous blog) Gosh Suri looks like you went to Car Dealership Heaven and drove out with a Maserati baby. She's GORG!! Yes I do have my copy of Vanity Fair with my faddy self.
I might have to name my little puppy in honor of lil' Ms. Suri (when I do get one)
This is why people should be allowed to adopt. I mean getting pregnant has got to be like playing Russian Roulette. What if my husband forgets to tell me about that great-aunt on his mother's side with the lazy eye or I don't know about a distant uncle who's left leg is half an inch longer than the right one. GENETICS lessons in Biology have taught me enough. RECESSIVE GENES ARE A BITCH!!!!
With as much as I talk about this stuff God forbid I have a baby who's all lop-sided; swagger to right, left side of her face looking like she has no muscles (Poor baby like she begged to be born) lol
Anyhoo... babies like Suri give me hope so if anyone knows a SINGLE half Brazillian, half European man with some good hair and to die for bone structure, please send him my way. I am not shallow and I do know that looks aren't everything; however I am somewhat risk adverse and would like to take out a lil' insurance.
"Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind"- Shakespeare
BEEN A WHILE...
Been on holiday... still on holiday.
Loads of interesting things have happened...will have to update in a bit.
Good to be back!
See u in a bit!
Friday, June 30, 2006
WHAT IF GOD WAS ONE OF US?
Apart from thoughts such as " Who the hell sent me?", " I'm sure this b*tc# is doing this on purpose" etc. This was of course when I wasn't screaming asking God where His or Her face was when I needed him/her the most (l0l)
Anyway my thoughts were on reasons I know that God is not a woman.
1) Starting with the catalyst to all this. Obviously, she won't have created the "Brazillian wax" or the act of waxing itself. Maybe she won't have put hair in the most inconvenient of places, maybe she would have struck down whoever came up with the notion that hair in certain places is not generally acceptable in society.
2) She would definitely not let us outnumber these men, reason been, she knows if they're not useful for anything else at all, at least they come in handy for procreation purposes. Maybe if she IS a she, she is creating more of us to take over the world. I doubt that because she would have zapped the chauvinsitic men who made up all these oppressing laws and points of view that demoralize and degrade women all over the world (Weapon of zappment: lightning bolt preferred)
3) IF God were a woman, Oprah would definitely be president... of the WORLD!! (ok like u didn't see that one coming)
4) Men would definitely have their turn with child bearing.
5) They would sooo get periods, cramps, bloating, hormonal changes and all the stuff we go through every month.
AM I THERE YET???
Here's goes...
Your homegirl turned twenty... (ahem) today.
They say life is a journey, others argue that its a destination. Personally, I think both theories are symbiotic as opposed to been exclusive of each other. How do you embark on a journey without a destination? How do you get to a destination without a journey?
Life for me is a journey in a car.
The only constant is I don't know my destination. Or if I'll ever get there.
Sometimes there are pit-stops along this journey that we know we all have to make. There's the graduations, failures, successes, new careers, relationships, marriage?? parenthood?? blah blah... I've stopped at most of these; some I care for and some I'd like to chock up to extended periods of brain farts.
Sometimes I've switched cars in my journey through life. I've driven a Maserati on cruise control and I've driven a broken down VW Beetle. I've driven with the top down and the wind blowing through my hair in perfect weather and I've driven through storms with my "hands in the air, and the feet on the gas". There've been bumps, curves, head-on collissions and through it all I don't think I'd take back one moment. I wish I'd known better or maybe I did and just decided to do it anyway. Whatever the case the whole point of this rant is the stage that I haven't gotten to yet. Marriage and Motherhood. The 2 'M's!!!
My girls know me. I don't care much for either of the two especially the latter. I don't know why but my maternal instincts are non-existent. I detest children! YES! I have confessed it to the world and you can pick your jaw up off your keyboard now. I HATE CHILDREN!! Can't stand them, never have, don't think I ever will. I've heard it all from "when you have yours, you'll feel differently" to "You are a witch, my children will never come to your house" to which my response is always "Ah ah" (with an offended look on my face) and in my mind I'm thinking "Good cos that way you might get to keep the lil' gremlins around longer cos I'd kill 'em" lol Ok I realize that maybe in a few years, I might come back and read this and think How could I?? But I've felt this way for so long that I don't know when this will change.
I mean can someone please tell me the joys of having children PlEaSe?
You carry them for 9 MONTHS!! that's like one whole year! You get sick all the time, you're hormonal and can't control your emotions, you gain weight, you get stretch marks, there are some muscles that will never be the same again (ahem useful muscles I might add) and that's all before they get here!!
Then they get here and you don't stop spending, it doesn't end when they turn 18, even when they are fully capable of fending for themselves, they find a way of milking you of what you have left (ask my mother, she has one (lets not focus on that) UUUH and then they have the nerve to talk back at you???
Uuh I can't handle it!! lol ok so you're beginning to see where my twisted mind is coming from.
The man upstairs, the big G himself, however has a sense of humor. I am always the one sitting next to a child on the plane, at the movie theater... imagine the most arbitrary place you can find a child, as soon as I walk in there, GOD plants one of them in there just to make me lose my mind!
Children adore me! They are drawn to me. I think it's because I talk to them in proper English instead of the ever faithful "Put ur teddy-tietie in the buggy-wuggy" (whats that about??) but some people think it's cute.
In my defense, I like babies, I luv babies (other people's cos u can play with them all u want and then give them back)
Notice how I just left the other 'M' alone cos I don't think this blog allows for that much space.
My thing is, am I ever gonna get there? If so, when? And the scarier question that I'm avoiding is what if I never get to that place where I want these things? I know how society frowns upon single, childless women that might be fully accomplished in all other areas of their life.
In as much of a rebel as I pride myself to be, is this a fight I want to take on?
I guess I'll have to see as time goes on.
If you haven't gained/learned anything from this blog at least you know who NOT to call when you need a babysitting favor.
Dogs are more my thing!
Friday, June 09, 2006
BAG IT!!
It’s been a while but I’m back.
It took this bag to bring me out of my blogging slumber and got me drooling like a St. Bernard (though I would not drool anywhere near this bag). In these extremely excruciating times for women with limited means with a ‘taste’ for the very FINER things in life, designers are just taking the p*ss.
In the last couple of seasons, I’ve had to deal with Luella, and then Balenciaga (It was very painful for me that Nicky Hilton was toting them about like they were buy one get one free, I’ve seen her with at least 8 different ones and she’s reported to have at least 20) then there was the Paddington phase which I don’t see what the big deal is about the bag but since everyone wanted one, I publicly chastised it but in my heart just between u & I, I thot it’d be cool to own one. What can I say? I’m faddy… SUE ME! Then came the Fendi SPY bag. I’m a Fendi kinda girl. Well I’m a ------- girl of a lot of things as you might have noticed if you’ve read any of my entries. But anyway Fendi has wowed me once again.
This “MAGNIFICENT TAN CREATURE” (My girls know what I’m talking about lol) is the FENDI SELLERIA TOTE. At $2300, it’s going to go on my long-term (tediously lengthy) wish list. The detailing is just to die for. It’s so understated but just SCREAMS CLASSY, SASSY, FIERCE!! I love the horse and strap and buckle embossments.
Oh to be a Hilton!
Friday, March 03, 2006
F**K IT FRIDAY
It seems like we place so much emphasis on certain things in life and we don’t have time to come up for air.
You know? Life’s everyday commitments (work, relationships, family etc) we get so consumed by these things that before you realize it. You don’t remember the last time you had a moment to think about yourself (You do know you are allowed to do that right?)
I had a f**k it moment today. My alarm went off at 5AM and instead of hitting the snooze button, I reset the alarm for 7AM! All I could think was F**K IT, IT’S FRIDAY.
I woke up and finally got out of bed at 7:06am (I am so proud of me, I had to make a mental note) I took my time to pick out of my outfit instead of the usual snatching the first thing that pops out at me. I put on my Mary J. Blige cd and thoroughly enjoyed getting ready. I even put on some make up. (Usually I just have enough time to cleanse and moisturize) I drove at my own pace and tried as much as possible not to let anyone on the road get to me.
OKAY I’m lying, they got to me. I gave 2 people the “finger” and cut off a few danfo drivers because they started it! At about 9AM, my phones start to ring… of course its work. I guess when you spend so much time somewhere so much so that you start to look like the furniture; they get worried when you’re not there. Needless to say, I didn’t answer. My ring tones are songs I love so no complaints. (BIG UP to P-square & Jazzman) lol
Since I’ve started off the day taking the piss, I thought I’d just go all out so I figure why try to beat the lunch hour traffic to get to the bank and then stand in line when I can go now when there’s no one in the bank so I did. I would have stopped for coffee and donuts but I’m on a diet. I might even leave early today.
Speaking of coffee, I had the best cappuccino yesterday at the new café at Nu Metro. Miss B had been raving about it so I took a detour on the way home last night to meet up and try to perpetrate like I was in Starbucks… It didn’t work but I came close. I know I’m on a diet as my cuz reminded me but to my own credit I only had one sachet of brown sugar and all I had was the cappuccino- no accompanying pastry.
As you can tell in the spirit of f**k it Friday I am doing no work and blogging instead.
When are they going to add words associated with BLOG to the English dictionary?
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT MARY…
Ladies! Ladies! Let him know he’s got your love… look him right in his eyes and tell him…
We’ve been
Too strong for too long (and I can't be without you baby)
And I'll be waiting up until you get home (cuz I can't sleep without you baby)
Anybody who's ever loved, ya know just what I feel
Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it
Call the radio if you just can't be without your baby
Oh my goodness! I was a fair weather fan of MJB until this album. Not that she ever went away but if I had to define this album in limited terms, I would say this is her “COMEBACK” album. This is by far my favorite Mary album and as you can tell “Be Without You” has gotta be the song of the year (for now) The words just convey, passion, lust, love, the haters, the triumph of love when you allow it to be the one and only underlying factor in all the drama that is the relationship of woman and man.
Chemistry was crazy from the get-go
Neither one of us knew why
We didn't build nothing overnight
Cuz a love like this takes some time
People swore it off as a phase
Said we can't see that
Now from top to bottom
They see that we did that (yes)
It's so true that (yes)
We've been through it (yes)
We got real sh** (yes)
See baby we been...
Too strong…
Most importantly THE TRUTH- which is unconditional love is far from perfect in fact, it’s a sh*t storm but once you make up your mind to be with someone and know in your heart that you truly love them, then all that matters is that person and making sure that it works. Forget what your girls think, forget what the world says or the “If I were you… NEVER! I won’t take that” chorus! DO YOU!
Only u 2 know what you’ve got going on it’s not for the world to decide it’s for you to decide. Everyone always knows what’s good for u, if they know so much why are they not in relationships or why are their relationships just as dysfunctional?
I’ll be the first to say thank God for girlfriends.
However, while it’s great to get the opinion of someone who is outside of your situation, its great to keep in mind that people also have their own baggage and biases which they tend to inadvertently tie into the advice given.
See this is real talk I'ma always stay (no matter what)
Good or bad (thick and thin)
Right or wrong (all day everyday)
Now if you're down on love or don't believe
This ain't for you (no, this ain't for you)
And if you got it deep in your heart
And deep down you know that it's true (come on, come on, come on)
Well, let me see you put your hands up (hands up)
Fellas tell your lady she's the one (fellas tell your lady she's the one, oh)
Put your hands up (hands up)
Ladies let him know he's got your love
Look him right in his eyes and tell him
We've been...
Too strong…
Not all love lasts forever but if it makes you genuinely happy in that moment then I say go for it and revel in that love. Self-love is foremost in loving someone else.
As SJP said in her last monologue of Sex & the city, about relationships, "There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous!"
And if you can’t be without him, swallow that pride, I don’t know about calling the radio but give that man a BUZZ! Let him know he’s got your love!
FOUR WHAT??
W-O-R-K, all I seem to utter now are sentences like “F**K! I can’t believe it’s morning again” “S**T these numbers aren’t balanced AGAIN!! “I CAN’T make it because I have to WORK!” I have BAGS because I LACK sleep. The worst part is; now that NYSC is over, I have to do this 5 days a week. The only good thing in my life that the number 4 symbolized is gone that is my FOUR day work week.
I know now that my dreams in business school of been a highly motivated, up and coming career woman in CORPORATE ….(wherever the hell I live, u fill in the blanks), with my power PRADA HEELS (PRADA always seems to be the footwear of choice in these dreams & real life on TV ;-) and my LV briefcase and let’s not forget the all important POWER, tweed, skirt suit (not that I would be caught dead in tweed or a skirt suit in Lagos) actually I would be dead because if I did wear tweed in Lagos, I would drop dead from heat stroke that is if my very own personal FASHION S.O.R.T TEAM aka my friends (U know yourselves) doesn’t snipe me first…lol
Anyway I digress…right! So my dreams are becoming hazy. I’m beginning to ask myself what the point of all this is. Is this what my life is going to be for the next say 30-40 years? Waking up before God every morning and spending over half a day at a desk? I realized this weekend that I never actually bask in the sun. Forget the fact that I run from the sun like I’m a vampire that’s purely for vanity sake….wrinkles, fine lines, crow’s feet etc. But then I’m at work before the sun comes up and out of there way after it goes down. Before I know it, I’ll look back on my life and I would have spent most of it with my computer and telephone.
I’m beginning to see myself as more of an entrepreneur. In my westernized trad, dropping the kids off at school after making sure they eat breakfast. Home in time to make dinner for my husband (God bless the unlucky bastard lol) I want that freedom to be able to do the things that I WANT to do, WHEN I NEED to do them. Take a vacation without filling out a book worth of paper work only to be turned down by some JACKASS!
I have a new found respect for full time working mothers. I don’t even want to speak to anyone after my 12 hour work day. The thought that I might not be able to talk to my kids about their days and help them with homework or even be home before they get to bed is scary and I know a lot of upwardly mobile women might disagree with me but it’s a matter of preference and choice. I choose for my life to be about my children. I’ve always felt that children don’t belong to us but God makes us custodians of his children. If there’s one thing I intend to give my all in my lifetime, it is my kids. I never thought I’d get to a place where motherhood would mean so much to me considering the fact that kids are like kryptonite to me… they just make me nervous and drain all my energy.
Anyway I am open to business ideas and ready to explore my options.
In the meantime, I’m here on a Saturday afternoon, wondering who in the hell I needed to have slipped a $100 bill or two in heaven to have been born the third Hilton sister!
Friday, February 10, 2006
RUMOR HAS IT...
Laziness had me procrastinating putting it up but here it is...Enjoy!**
Picture this.... A man loves a woman and cheats; He expects to be forgiven because even in the moment of infidelity, he never for once doubted he love for his leading lady. Flip the script, a woman loves her man, and then cheats...Ok so what Bungalow in "HELL" would she be residing in. This brings me to the movie "Rumor has it" and the many ways it has been perceived.
I decided to co-authorize this entry with a friend of mine. Saw the movie with her and you can imagine how defensive we were about the issue with the Mr.
MY POINT OF VIEW: The hero=JEFF, the husband-to be. Despite the fact that he had his heart stepped up by Jennifer Aniston's character, He decided to curb his pride and realize that what really mattered was how he felt about her. Sitting in the movie theater with a bunch of Nigerian men only made me realize that it would almost seem impossible for a Nigerian man to forgive a woman who would "dream" of doing such act.
Hero # 2= Jennifer Aniston's Dad, who decided to hear all about his wife's escapades but still took her back because he knew what she had with BB was her quest for adventure and not true love.
A typical man finds out his lady cheats and "bammm" comes the ego. He feels he is being laughed at. His feels his reputation is at stake. He wants to get even. Never for once does he realize that mistakes happen and that the two parties can see past the mistake and move on with their lives from there. Of ten times we are so drowned in elusion that we must keep up to a standard that society would accept i.e. "NO NONSENSE PERSON" We forget to step outside our supposed perfect lives and realize that shit happens but it's the way situations are handled that makes us better pple!
Any man who is able to shelf his ego and face what is at stake (his heart) is a true hero to me. Any man who realizes that "shit happens" and can move on from the situation deserves a standing ovation. As you can see I am not even trying to think about what a girl would go through because case be reversed....WE KNOW HOW TO HOLD OUR OWN!....Majority forgive and move the hell on.(sub-conscious thought, "so if that's wat we (ladies) have to go through, why can't men bend over for us )
To conclude it all. Rumor has it.....................
Miss E's point of view...
As I've always said "real love" only exists in the movies. In 'Rumor Has It...' home-girl Jennifer's been caught red handed kissing on the sexy older man by her fiancé, lover-boy asks "Did you sleep with him?" (Hmm Low this is beginning to sound oh so familiar...lol) and she says YES!!! She then goes on to apologize and he says "Walk out of here with me and marry me rite now and all will be forgotten" and she just stands there and lets him leave because she wasn't sure if that was Mr. Right. Of course she goes back and he says NO and she leaves and then he shows up and takes him in her arms and (all together now) they lived happily ever after. I guess the test audience that the studio got during the test screening wasn't having the 'Nigerian Ending' version. In which case, the movie would have ended where JenJen and 'Sexy older man' were caught kissing because had Jeff been Bayo, it would have been a blood bath up in that b*tch!!
My question is why isn't it possible for a man to forgive a woman's indiscretions? The double standard is so blatant it reeks like a dead rat that died of eating rotten eggs. On getting a man's point of view, Low's MR. was the voice of the male species in this discussion as Himself is on hiatus too busy being a MAN rite now. MR. seems to think that it's ok for a guy to cheat because... get this ladies... he forgets the experience as soon as he's done-Wham Bam Thank you Ma'am! But in our case, he says females are more of a Wham Bam Thank you Ma'am.... How has this changed my life, will I be able to move one? Might this be my true love instead of the he-goat I'm marrying next June? I'm sorry... when did we start to rate cheating according to the degree of afterthought? Doubts or no doubts...don't we all have our weak moments? Infact if men say women are the lesser creatures, should we not be the ones that are more susceptible to cheating? Therefore, should the roles not be reversed? Should our sexual indiscretions not be just as forgivable as our fellow man?
All in all Rumor Has It was a great movie, Shirley Mclaine (I can't even call her the grandmother cos I'm scared she might show up and take a shot at me) stole the show. She was the show.
I'm a firm believer in the fact that the biggest part of love is forgiveness and this movie is the embodiment of that fact. Putting all external elements aside the egos, he said-she said, the angry words and actions, and stripping your self of all the hurt and letting the only thing that counts take over- you, him and LOVE. Like I always say, it brings you together but it's not what keeps you together but those things that do keep you together still come down to one thing and one thing only.... YUP! It all comes down to love.
Miss E over & out!