Last night I, like many of you watched in both horror & delight as R&B singer Miguel attempted & failed to complete a long jump over a packed mosh pit during the Billboard Music Awards. In case you missed it, watch this clip:
Notice as the girl on the right with the brown hair disappears into nothingness after her glasses are kicked clean off her face.
Within minutes, memes were created:
Then late last night Miguel tweeted:
The problem I have with Miguel blaming rock & roll for this failed summer Olympic track & field event is that Miguel is NOT a rocker. He’s an R&B singer. Rock & roll isn’t something that you can put on & take off like a costume whenever it’s convenient for you. You can’t be an R&B singer today and a rocker tomorrow and an astronaut on Thursday and a dentist on Saturday and a pediatrician next Tuesday. I feel like he took Barbie literally when she said “We girls can do anything.” You don’t see Keith Richards wearing a cowboy hat. You won’t see Steven Tyler hitting his Dougie. Dave Navarro isn’t walking around dressed like a mariachi. You know why? Cuz they’re rockers from the moment they wake up in the morning until they go to sleep at night. They don’t just decide one morning to be a country singer or a rapper. Navarro doesn’t grito on stage. Come on! Maybe Miguel saw some old footage of some rocker jumping over a crowd & that plus the fact that he was in Vegas inspired him to pay homage to Evel Knievel. I’m also pretty sure that whoever he saw doing this was on A LOT of drugs. At any rate, Miguel…hun. Your “Rock & Roll Stunt Queen Barbie” days are over. Please stick to keeping your feet on the ground. Have a seat & sing us a tune. I hear Boyz II Men has an extra stool that’s not being used.
When I’m at a restaurant & I see my food coming…
Rocket Dog going crazy as usual and clappin’ his hands
Rocket Dog premieres May 2nd on Cartoon Hangover
Black privilege is not having non-black people know what you’re thinking.
People of color (especially ones who have found success and reached higher levels of socio-economic status) have evolved into social chameleons. They play “the role” better than any other minority group. People at the office have no idea that you spend your weekends cursing like a sailor, etc.
I’ve been on Twitter for 4 years now. My Twitterversary was just this past week. In my 4 years on Twitter, I’ve met some really cool people. I’ve come across a few no so cool ones too. The positive experiences have definitely outweighed the negative.
Something weird happened tonight and I’ve been trying to understand it. That’s kinda how my brain works. I often try to make sense out of shit that doesn’t make any sense & end up driving myself crazy. Like this situation…
I wasn’t on Twitter much Friday. I had several little projects that I was working on at home. I can easily lose track of 3 entire hours tweeting. So I decided to spend most of the day running errands, shopping & organizing my apartment. I decided to take a little break so I hopped on Twitter for a few minutes around 10:00 pm and tweeted some nonsense, replied to a few things that I saw on my TL, etc. There’s this guy that I follow & he follows me too. I don’t even know his real name. I’m pretty sure it’s in his bio but honestly, knowing it hasn’t been on my list of priorities. A few weeks ago he asked me if he could send me a copy of his book to preview & I said sure but I never read it because I just didn’t have the time. Sometime after that, we exchanged a few DM’s. He started asking me a bunch of questions and I didn’t feel like answering them so I never responded. Aside from that, we haven’t had any communication outside of the timeline. Anyway, so I saw him tweet the word “Substance.” I wasn’t sure what he was talking about. But me being the smart ass that I am added “Abuse” to it. So he replies “I love you, Steen. lol” About 20 minutes later, I get a DM from him. This is how the exchange went:
Him: I hate you with all of my heart.
Him: Lovely. Please text me. (xxx) xxx-xxxx (I removed the # to protect his privacy)
Him: It means text me, woman.
Him: Text me a text message. Or call me. lol I want to talk to you.
(At this point I’m looking at my phone like WTF?)
Me: Do you think you’re being charming or something right now?
Him: I don’t think anything. I’m being me. Which is all I can be.
Him: I can give a shit about being charming. I present me.
Me: Oh. Well I don’t like it.
Him: I’m sorry. It’s nothing in my control. I know I’m very good with learning a woman, and adjusting. But until then, I’m not good at faking.
Him: I don’t know you.
Him: But all I want to do is get to know you right now. Please.
(At this point, I clicked on his name, went to his profile, and reported him as spam.)
So…I sat there for a minute. I reread the DM’s. I thought maybe I was trippin. So I shared them with a male friend. I told him that this dude just tried to bully me out of my phone #. He laughed at the exchange (I sent him screencaps) and said that dude was weird. *whew* I’m not trippin. Sometimes you need confirmation. I just couldn’t understand why someone that I’ve only ever DM’ed once before EVER felt comfortable enough to come at me like that. (On March 20th he DM’ed me & said “You should call me before you write me off, old-head.” I was so offended I didn’t even dignify that with a response. You really think I want to talk to you after you just insulted me? Fuck outta here.)
So here’s the part that really has me blown right now: I’m guessing he tried to send me another DM & discovered that he’d been blocked so he proceeded to tweet some nonsensical bullshit that ended with this tweet:
“Damaged Bitches. ««”
So now I’m a “damaged bitch” when just ONE HOUR ago you were tweeting me that you loved me & just one hour ago you were in my DM’s practically begging me to call you or text you? What the fuck is wrong with niggas? I’m a lot of things, but a damaged bitch isn’t one of them. I’m a sister, and a daughter and a friend. I’m a savvy businesswoman. I’m a baker. I’m thoughtful. I’m charitable. I’m compassionate. I’m smart. I’m funny. And I’m happy. But I’m NOT damaged. And I’m NOT a bitch. I also know a crazy nigga when I see one. The way he reacted is EXACTLY the reason why I blocked him. Instead of insulting me and calling me a damaged bitch, maybe take a look at your own actions & your horrible approach & that might help you figure out why you’re a 28 year old divorced man who is getting blocked by women on Twitter on a Friday night. Perhaps YOU are the problem. If I’m damaged now, was I damaged an hour ago? Why were you trynna get my damaged old ass to call you? This reminds me of those niggas in the club that will ask you to dance & will call you all kinds of bitches if you say no. Pride is a motherfucker. If this is how he handles rejection online, I’d seriously hate to see how he handles rejection in the real world.
Seek professional help. And don’t subtweet me again. I’ll air you out next time. Crazy motherfucker.