“Hip hop has done more than any leader, politician or anyone to improve race relations.”

Last week was a rough week at work. I’ve been employed with the same company since my graduation from College in 2003 and although I’ve never been in love with the work I do I haven’t had a legit reason to jump ship.

"Girls of the world aint nothing but trouble" - DJ Jazzy Jeff & Fresh Price

When the vows are spoken, rings slid on the fingers, the official pronounces you man and wife, the padlock is closed, and you are now known as Mr. and Mrs. So-and-so instead of Tina and Bobby. One hopes that the adrenaline and emotional highs that was felt on the wedding day will never subside, and that the vow of commitment will never deteriorate.

Last week when I first read about the penis torture incident down at an eastern Wisconsin hotel I giggled for 5 minutes straight.

  I’ve always thought that I was an oddball for not wanting to flock to the chicken coop and mingle with a group of chicks. In fact if you see me with a group of females I have to be a) intoxicated b) intoxicated or c) there to support one or two of the other females within the group.

I have yet to watch the Michael Jackson memorial, The BET awards and no, I did not put on a white glove red motorcycle jacket and dance like it’s nobody’s business in the middle of downtown Toronto at the tribute.

I’ll be dressed to the nines; shoes- check, bag-check, hair-check, I quickly turn around to do the booty check (I know I’m not the only one who does this), everything is in place, and I feel right. I’m out; the vibe is right, but at the end of the evening, no green lights, a few yellows, and a whole bunch of reds.

    Why didn’t he call back “I sent him a text like 7 hours ago and I still haven’t heard from him, and I don’t usually call him, he calls me!

"More than 900, 000 African American visited cosmetic surgeons in 2008 for buttock enhancements, liposuction and other body-beautifying procedures"- Essence Magazine June 2009.