Thursday, February 01, 2007

The prodigal blogger returns...

Your eyebrows can stop furrowing now: I've returned to make this site anew. But you probably feel slightly betrayed, slightly ignored, and for that I apologize. I was busy...and lazy, and what an ugly, shameful combination that is, no? And now it's like,"Who IS Po-mo Broad 22 now?!? Does she still drink chais and eat holiday cookies? Or has she moved onto sanka and Trisquits?!? I mean, do we have anything in common anymore?" Strangers, we are not. I'm still the old spiteful, shallow, sarcastic twenty-something year old girl with way too much time on her hands in the middle of the afternoon.

But to wet your appetites for the big stuff, here is a list of all my new interests/faves that I have procured over the past couple of months:

1.)Mac and cheese from Choice Market (Lafayette Ave. and Grand--Fort Greene Brooklyn)...they make a mean holiday cookie, as well.
2.)My boyfriend
3.)French bulldogs
4.)"Studio 60" Mondays; "Veronica Mars" Tuesdays (do not try to contact me between the hours of 8-11 p.m., on any given weekday night)
5.)Vanilla chocolate chip ice cream
6.)Me & Ro jewelry
7.)Anything designed or imagined by Jane Mayle
8.)"Young & the Restless": I watch the epis like a desperate hausfrau on my days off
9.)67 Burgers
10.)Jennifer Hudson
11.)Siegerson Morrison boots
12.)Atlanta, Georgia
13.)Rapper, T.I.
14.)Model newcomer, Chanel Iman
15.)Hanging out with my brother and his fiance
16.)Steven Alan ruffled panties
18.)White wine (whole bottles of the stuff)
19.)Black celeb gossip blogs: because who else is going to cover Vivica A. Fox's plastic surgery mishaps? And more importantly, who else is gonna' care...
20.)The six "B's philosophy" (more on that later....)
21.)Diptyque candles
22.)San Pellegrino Aranciatas
23.)El DeBarge
24.)Pre-natal chic, i.e. trapeze dresses, mu-mu's, baby-doll sweaters, etc.
25.)Biscuits and eggs in bed
26.)"Girlfriends" Season 1 on DVD
27.)3.1 Phillip Lim FW 07 collection
28.)My Isabel Marant coat
29.)History on Brooklyn

Friday, September 01, 2006

#1 Black Male Fantasy Strikes Again

Just had to give my love, Mos Def, a shout-out for locating and performing sites of resistance outside last night's VMA's. Performing his free-style song, "Katrina Clap", a scathing critique on the Bush administration's weak-ass response to the Katrina disaster, police ordered him to shut down his impromptu concert--and he refused. Arrests followed, and my heart swelled. What a mother-effin' soldier.... Here's the official report on the matter:

Mos Def, according to authorities, stopped off at RCMH in a flatbed truck around 10 p.m. for an impromptu show for the audience gathered there. An NYPD spokesperson said officers asked him and members of his entourage to shut it down.

But before police took action, Mos Def performed ?Katrina Clap,? described as a freestyle indictment of the Bush administration?s slow response to last year?s hurricane victims in New Orleans.

A source told MTV that officers then approached the rapper demanding the operation be stopped immediately (on the grounds that a permit had not been issued). The order wasn?t communicated to Mos Def immediately, so the rapper didn?t end his performance right away, the source said. Police then began making arrests, including the rapper, his entourage and his brother.

Sunday, August 27, 2006

#1 White Male Fantasy Strikes Again

So I got my hands on J.T.'s leaked album, and I can't stop listening to this shit. It's like vinyl meth. And as I told my bff, if you don't fuck after listening to his eponymous track, "FutureLove/SexSounds"...well, it's not loud enough.

Friday, August 18, 2006


Here goes Katie Holmes-Cruise sans her "baby", Suri, spending more of R.L. Hubbard's damn money at Barney's. This girl is so freakin' boring, just dropping bones on lattes and clothes she'll only don around the compound she finds herself trapped in. That girl needs a job and a cocktail, stat.... Four words, "Joey": the jig is up!

Thursday, August 17, 2006

On a lighter note...

Here is Common's new ad campaign for Gap. ::shaking head:: Wowsa--he can fall into my LAP any day.... And YES, I've been sitting on that joke since I saw the damn picture--what of it?!? But seriously Common has been in my top ten since high school. I actually ran into him about a month ago at my old work, Blue Ribbon BK, but my hair wasn't straightened out nor the outfit, so I refused introductions be made. I did, however, walk past his table on the way to the bathroom, and like sent out positive energy.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006


I've been a Brooklyn resident now, for what?...a little over a year, and not a day has passed that I haven't been cat-called, leered at, or all out sexually assaulted. It's as much a neighborhood charm as, say, baby strollers or early morn' street fights outside your window. Even when I'm fug as shit, wearing the sweats, my hair frizzed, and I have my tortoise-shell rims on, I get atleast (at the VERY least) a "Hey Ma!" Which, y'know, is just like apart of the game. 'Cause when I finally do shower and straighten my shit out, I'm not exactly repulsive, so I can't necessarily control where you look. But can't a sista' control what you say?!? Damn, have some respect and keep your comments to yourself, or at like a hushed whisper. Just last week I had to cuss a fool out on the corner, because he was just getting too loud with that shit. He was of course the PASSENGER of this huge 18-wheeler, just talking smack at me while I waited to cross the street. I thought he would stop after a few comments and no response on my part--negative. He just kept on, so I finally had to scream, "SHUT THE FUCK UP! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!" All of DeKalb Ave. stopped at this point, and stared at me scream up at this huge truck. I mean, for real, I was really just on my way to the bodega, and this was the very last thing I needed. But this ignorant fool wouldn't quit! He proceeded to cuss ME out! Yeah...that's my favorite, when so quickly a come-on, becomes a "fuck you!" I became irate at this point, and was like, "YOU'RE THE ONE TALKING ALL THAT SHIT! WHY DO I HAVE TO SHUT THE FUCK UP?!?" His buddy finally got the damn cue, and turned the corner, but I was fuming. Just on fire. And that's really a rarity to get me that heated, because when I'm out and about, I just keep walking. I blare my iPod and don't stop for anyone or anything. I mean, I've heard it all--literally, and I let it roll off my shoulders. You have to in this city, but sometimes you have to make a scene to let others know this shit is for real. And just so you know that I haven't lost my damn sense of humor/irony/mind about all this, I thought I could do a little poll and see what everyone's "favorite" leer is....

I mean, a girl has so many choices these days. Let's see there's...
1.) the classic hiss
2.) "Hey Ma!"
3.) "Can I get a smile?"...(silence on your part)..."Alright, fuck you then!"
4.) "Bless you"
5.) the kissy-kissy dog call
6.) the car honk as you cross the street
7.) "Damn, look at 'dem legs!"
8.) "Woowee! Girl, you know you fine!"
9.) "Can I talk to you for a minute?" (they usually want to talk at like two in the morning)
10.) "Can't a fella compliment a girl anymore? Damn..."

My money's on's always a crowd-pleaser.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Here's a pic of Kelis at a VIP concert to promote her upcoming LP, "Kelis Was Here." She's bri-zilli-ant. It's like, "Yeah, rock that white Afghani caftan onesy with some orange platforms...and rock it hard, girl."