The Life of A Ladybug

Saturday Night Beauty on QVC

According to my girl, Julia, Saturday Night Beauty on QVC is BACK as of Saturday, January 19th!!!  Yee-haw!  Set your TiVos now, girls!

Sing it!

I LOVE this time of year and one of my favorite things to do is watch all the Christmas cartoons.  Rankin-Bass rule as the Kings of Christmas Cartoons, certainly, and one of my favorites is "The Year Without A Santa Claus."  Why, you ask?  Because of the Meiser brothers - Snow Meiser and his flamier, funnier brother, Heat Meiser.  They both do a little song and dance to introduce themselves, but Heat Meiser's has so much more pep. 

"He's Mr. Green Christmas, he's Mr. Sun (SING IT!)

He's Mr. Heat Blister, he's Mr. Hundred and One

They call me Heat Meiser, whatever I touch

Starts to melt in my clutch

I'm too much ... TOO MUCH!"

A hot mess

Remember when BET used to be relevant?  Yeah, I hardly remember, either.

On the drive back from the post office, a commercial for BET's new line-up "The July Jump-Off" came on the radio.  All of the shows sounded ridiculous, but the worst was the announcement that they have made the website Hot Ghetto Mess into a television show, hosted by Charlie Murphy.  The tagline is, "People, we have got to do better!"  Here's my thing: If what you want is for your people to do better, then how is it helping to broadcast their tomfoolery all over the airwaves for all and sundry to see?  Do you really think that someone who has done something foolish and has been declared "a hot ghetto mess" is gonna see herself on that show and think, "You know what?  I need to change"???  No.  If the person has a lick of sense, she will be embarrassed and enraged.  If she has none, she will be happy that she had 15 seconds of fame and will keep it moving, probably even stepping up her ridiculous behavior because she'll feel that it's been validated.  In either case, no one has been helped, no one has learned, no one's life has improved.

I can't believe that a station that calls itself "Black Entertainment Television" would promote some garbage like this.  The station isn't even owned by a Black person/family anymore - it's owned by the same folks who own MTV.  If it was still owned by a Black person, I'd say that he had sold his brothers and sisters out to line his own pockets.  In this case, our brothers and sisters are being sold to the highest bidder, to line the pockets of folks who don't even look like us.  Sound familiar?

People, we have got to do better than that.

Big Brother After Dark

I think I'm already addicted, which is so sad.  It's admittedly boring as all hell, so I'm not even sure why I'm watching it.  I guess I'm just a voyeur.  Here's my biggest question: Why is America's player the suckiest dude in the house??  He is a cheeseball and a jerk of the first order!  The only word he seems to use is the "f" word.  What is that about???  I would pay him to shut the heck up.

Grey's Anatomy conundrum

So, does the lady who had two uteruses on last night's Grey's ... have two periods???

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

It's November 2nd and I just saw the first Christmas commercial of the season.  It's a MasterCard commercial - one of those "priceless" ones.  I'm actually a little surprised it took this long.  For some reason, I was expecting to see the Christmas stuff before Halloween.  But, here we are.  I am so excited that the Christmas season has begun.  This is my favorite time of year.  Time to think of others and how you can please them.  Time to spend with your family.  Crisp air.  Christmas carols.

Speaking of the carols, I get so happy in the month of December - 101.9 starts playing 24-hour Christmas carols on December 1st and it lasts all the way 'til Christmas.  Vic hates it because, during the month of December, you would be hard-pressed to hear anything in my car but carols.  I don't care if it irks him.  I have the Christmas spirit, dammit!

Flavor of Love Reunion

Did y'all see that hot mess last night?  First of all, I can't believe that any women anywhere would want to be with Flavor Flav.  Okay, it's clear that he has about 20 kids and that's even hard to stomach, but at least those kids were probably conceived when he had some shred of dignity and cultural relevance left.  Now he's just made a huge sideshow out of himself.  He's some awful Stepin Fetchit parody of the real Flavor Flav, complete with ridiculous costumes, shuffling steps and pop eyes.  I can't believe Chuck D hasn't reined his behind in by now.  Or is Chuck too busy hiding his eyes and pretending this foolishness isn't happening?  Okay, yes ... Flav was the greatest hype men in hip-hopdom.  The operative word is was.  At this point, even that bald head bamma who's always jumping up and down onstage alongside Busta is better than Flav.  Flav is wack.  Let's say it together: Flav is WACK!!!

And yet, there are women who put themselves on television and compete to be his companion.  Um, what?  I saw the interviews last night with those like Bootz and Krazy, talking about how being on the show has made them celebrities and helped their careers.  Chicks, please.  You're not celebrities.  And what careers???  Having your ass out in King magazine or some such does not make you a celebrity.  Neither does getting asked to make a personal appearance at some trifling club party.  You're only going to be allowed to sit in the VIP section for as long as your Flavor of Love notoriety lasts and that's going to be over in about 2 and a half minutes.  Your time is up.  Please don't think that being able to do the booty dance is something you can add to your resume and parlay into a career as a dancer or an actress.  Because no.  You will be sorely disappointed.  No one will ever take you seriously again because you showed your behind on national television.  You now have the reputation of being a skank.  Enjoy.

New York.  Ew.  Just ew.  She is beyond ridiculous.  She's a drag queen.  The weave is awful.  The face is worse.  And now that big batch of crazy is about to have her own show.  You know what?  I'm actually a bit happy about that because it's about time that men are shown acting like darned fools on TV.  Famewhoredom comes in both genders.  Let the men act the fool for a while.

Paging Dr. Malcolm Sex, M.D. - Part III

Hmm ... it seems that Isaiah Washington has now made a public apology for his ridiculousness on the set and has personally apologized to everyone involved, which, I'm assuming, means Patrick Dempsey and T.R. Knight.  Yeah, apologizing was a good idea, Ike.  A better idea would have been to keep your hands to yourself - I'm just sayin'.

In other, related, news, I still love T.R. Knight, with his cute little gay self.  What is it with me loving gay men?  Is it that they still have all that man equipment, yet tend to be more fun, fashionable and sparkly than straight men?  'Cause if that's the reason, okay, I understand that about myself - but it might just want to occur to me that, whether they have man equipment or not isn't very relevant, seeing as 1) I'm married, so I'm not allowed to partake of any man's equipment besides Vic's and 2) even if I was as free as a bird, no gay man would ever want to use his equipment on me, as I am, in fact, a woman.  And gay men like men - which is ... what makes them gay.  Ahem.

See, this is why I shouldn't have agreed to join any challenge that requires that I write a blog post every day of the month (even though that month hasn't started yet, I'm trying to get into practice) - I just wind up talking off the top of my head and then you get great nuggets of wisdom like the above.  Sheesh.  Carry on, people.

Wait!  Speaking of carry on ... my other gay crush???  Tim Gunn!  I love him!

Paging Dr. Malcolm Sex, M.D. - Part II

Dude.  Isaiah.  Come on.  You can't tell me that you thought that was a good decision.  You cannot tell me that after years of being an actor and, let's face it, years being a Black man, you thought that it was a darn good idea to choke a man on the job.  I understand that it took a long time for y'all to get into work.  I even understand that the gay slur you spit out while in the midst of an argument with Patrick Dempsey was not, in all probability, directed at the newly-identified gay man, T.R. Knight (I still love you, George!), even though, according to reports, said slur sent him running to his trailer, locking himself inside.  And, Isaiah, believe me ... I know that when Patrick Dempsey pointed his finger in your face (if that's indeed what happened because, of course, we're all getting our details from Hollywood gossip) that steamed you up and all you were thinking about was how much you wanted to choke him.  But to go through with it!  Bro.  Bro!  That wasn't smart!

You are on one of the highest-rated shows on television, a show well-beloved by critics and audience alike, which is a rare blessing.  You are fine as May wine.  You are tall and statuesque and chocolate and you have a voice that melts like butter and a smile to match.  You are immensely talented and, from what I can tell, quite intelligent.  And yet you made a stupid, stupid decision which may cost you your job.  Because for real?  We both know that you cannot choke that White man and get away scot-free.  I'm praying that the norm doesn't kick in this time, but I'm not all that hopeful, honey.  I think you're gonna have to pay the price for that, even if your creator and executive producer is a Black woman.  You're one of the best parts of the show and I hope it works out for you.  We'll see.

Ouch!

So, I was watching Survivor last night.  It's always been one of my favorite reality shows and this season is no different.  I wasn't feeling the idea of the tribes being segregated by race, but I decided to give this season a chance.  So far, so good.  Nothing too uncomfortable or exploitative.  I've been really interested to see how this season would be talked about in the press, around the watercooler, etc.  I even want to know how it'll affect me.

Well, last night, I got my first glimpse.  One of the White chicks on the show is named Parvati.  She's pretty, dark-haired, nice figure.  There's a Black dude named Nate - nice-looking, tight body.  On last night's episode, there was a merge.  The four tribes were formed into two tribes and forced to integrate.  Parvati and Nate wound up on the same tribe.  Parvati instantly set her sights on Nate and decided to "draw him into her web".  She began complimenting him, openly flirting, and the like.  Right away, my hackles went up.  Instant attitude.  And I have to wonder - why?  I don't know Nate from a can of paint.  But I know without a doubt that it wouldn't have angered me had Sundra or one of the other Black women in the cast decided to go after Nate.  But Parvati's flirtation upset me.  Suddenly, I saw her through suspicious eyes and just knew that she means to use Nate for her own ends.  Well, duh!  It's a game show and everybody there is using others to further themselves in the game.

Truth be told, while I know and believe that being against interracial relationships is wrong, it still stings when I see a Black man with a White woman.  And I know that's not about those two people, necessarily.  My twinge of hurt is saying more about me and my feelings.  It's my mind and heart saying to me, "You're hurt.  You're hurt because there are brothers out there who really think that a White woman is some sort of prize that a Black woman is not.  You're hurt when you see a rich Black man with a White woman on his arm.  You're hurt that what you and other women like you look like isn't seen as the standard of beauty."  I have to admit it ... I'm hurt.  And so many others are.  And no, it isn't fair that, when I see an interracial couple, that I'm angry and sad, even if just a little bit.  But it's the truth.  And it's my issue.