Friday, September 08, 2006

"I do believe that terms like the n-word should not be used. However, if other black people make it a joke that only they can use, they are just further separating themselves into their brotherhood which causes all the stereotyping to continue existing. I am not saying it is their fault, but we all need to do our parts, which includes having grace for each other when they don't understand us or we don't understand them."

I felt the need to post this here because I wanted to see other reactions to it. This is a post on the blog for the company I work for by a good upstanding christian girl in to a response about the use of the "N word."

after a few more reactions she also posted this:

"You don't get to claim your own word. Grow up. We all live together and feed off each other. Most white people are uncomfortable at first when the N-word is used. And they don't start using it until they hear others making a joke of it. So if you want to stop the word, then maybe African Americans should stop saying it, too."

It feels a touch condescending coming from a perky blonde white girl from San Diego, no? You should hear her when it comes to the homosexual persuasion

Monday, September 04, 2006

Its been a very long weekend. In between being surrounded by very drunk gays, reading the delightful in-bar journalism covering in-depth interviews on the deeper side of pornstars; ( a few delightful excerpts-"I don't really go out anymore:it's really hard to know if they want the real me or 'Francois Sagat' the porn star." and when one was asked if they watched porno before they entered the biz "No and I still don't watch it...because all these guys are my friends, and no one wants to watch their friends have sex-it's kind of weird." Uh huh. So to review, watching friends have sex=icky, buuuuuut plowing the hell outta them is aok! and now back to the point) and being surrounded by foam (and who knows what other ingredients) I had time to ponder what I am doing with myself right now and why. And I come to the conclusion that I need to focus myself on doing what I need to do to utilize the degree I payed an arm and a leg to earn and stop being a pussy and use it. If people can get paid to, and gain some bizarre celebrity status, to do something anyone can do (which is stick it in!!) I figure that I can make it as a moderately talented artist.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

So I just got home from watching Scoop, which by the way was a fantastic movie but not relevant to this post, and flipped on the television. I am not home enough for cable so that leaves me with about 3 channels, sporting reruns of King of Queens or reruns of Just Shoot Me. OOOh decisions decisions. A commercial for interactive male comes on (for those who don't know what that is, its basically like those late night commercials for phone sex slash personal hook up agencies that show scantily clad dumb as post lingerie models on TV talking on the phone like their idea of a hot Friday night is sitting on the phone waiting for the greasy guy with the beer gut and star wars collection to call em and rock their world. Except this is for the gays). So it goes through its schpeel about meeting that great guy, blah blah blah, all the while dazzling with its green screened polka dot background. Now the thing that stood out, and in turn point of this dazzling first blog of mine, is that when it got to meet guys that share the same interests, they showed two gym bunnies working out. Really? Thats the shared interest? The gym? Don't get me wrong, I am all for being healthy, go team and all that, but I have met the couples who, with this barbell, I thee wed, and it really doesn't seem like the best jumping board to start a relationship with. Your vapid and shallow, hey me too, I love that I love all those muscles you have. Granted, I am probably reading way too much into a late night informercial, but it just stood out to me.