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Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Concert...and Franklin and Bash

I went to a Summer Stage concert! I never go to concerts (I'm not particularly fond of live music...or rather I'm fond of live music, but just byartists I've never heard before. Not artists I'm already familiar with -- yes, I'm aware that's weird). But it was practically in my backyard. It was a double bill: Vivian Green and Bilal. Vivian Green was okay. I don't know why but I always conflate her in my mind with Heather Headley so even though I know her song is "Emotional Rollercoaster", some part of me was waiting for her to start singing "I Wish I Wasn't In Love With You". Dumb, I know. So in the middle of her set she shouts-out her guitarist (which was all the back up she had besides her singers) and she's like "You guys might recognize him because he's Chrisette Michele's guitarist too." Then all of a sudden she shouts out Chrisette Michele in the front row. Funny thing is I had noticed Chrisette coming in.

Now normally, I couldn't pick out a Chrisette Michele in a line up, if she mugged me (still can't). But when she walked in, she had this air about herself, like an air of celebrity. I have to admit, my older brother in LA (an actor) is getting that "aura" too. I don't know what that's about. I guess it's a polish or something, like a sheen or a glow or something? Maybe it really is in the water, I don't know but even on the street with models and stuff you can sense it- do you know what I'm talking about? Anyway, she walks in the VIP entrance (which should have been a clue but really wasn't since the parks department people and assorted others were coming in and out that way too). And she was wearing one of those over-sized wife-beater type tees and some jeans or something. Her hair is still blond but it's done up in these big Beyoncé braids. And she was all made up, but again so were a lot of chicks. Whatever the reason though, I really did notice her walk in and wonder, like, was she one of those BK crunchies or famous or what? She had that crunchy Brooklyn dirty-backpack "I love black people"-type vibes (I don't know how else to explain it but I think you know what I'm saying). :-P

Whatever, so after Vivian is finished, Bilal is not ready (or really not him but the sound tech people weren't ready yet) so Chrisette gets on stage and sings some song I'm totally unfamiliar with (called "Forever" or something like that, she said it was on heavy rotation on BLS). She sang it almost a cappella - all she had was her/Vivian's guitarist accompanying her. It sounded okay. Once she was done, Radio DJ Shayla (who was hosting) brought out some volunteers from the audience to sing briefly. They were all pretty good - not surprising right? Lots of talented black people everywhere just languishing. Then Bilal got on stage to sing his particular brand of strange sh*t (Don't get me wrong, I like Bilal but let's be real. He doesn't sing danceable stuff. He sings strange stuff).

Anyway, the chicks around me, particularly this woman who asked if she could sit next to me (big mistake) all lose their GD minds, like he's Michael Jackson or Jay-Z or some sh*t! They're jumping all over the place and singing along and this b*tch next to me is swinging her arms all wide, throwing 'bows and almost clocks me in the eye with her elbow more than once. Now in all honesty, there was a lot of room in my row because the woman to my right had moved away --the dumb chicks right in front of her in the row ahead of us were doing the same thing. But to move in that direction (right) was to move further away from the stage. And I basically was like, why should I have to move? But I was as hot as a f*ckin' .45, man. I could have drop-kicked that b*tch into the middle of next week! I should have said someone was sitting there (and the irony was someone had been and she asked me to hold the seat for her when she got up but then I saw her get a seat closer to the stage so I was like "oh well forget it").

I was so pissed off by the end of the concert that I literally could have tackled her a$$. I just was fighting the urge all night to be like "Why the f*ck don't you sit your monkey-a$$ down for a minute so other people can enjoy the f*cking concert too?!?!" Look if she wanted to dance, she could have done what the vast majority of the rest of the "dancers" did and leave the stands and go stand in front of the stage. I felt sorry for the people seated in the very front rows, 'cuz they couldn't see shit but, you know hey. That's the risk you take up there. I swear some people really live on their own planet, the lack of consideration they exhibit is truly stunning. Anyhoo, afterward I went to the supermarket to buy my dinner and lunch today then I headed home.

When I got home, I was like a vegetable. I laid on my bed and watched Franklin and Bash. Can I just say, I'm officially done with that show! So now Reed Diamond is having a thing with Heather Locklear and Breckin Meyer is trying to get with the annoying DA? I was like, they kicked Garcelle Beauvais off the show for this tripe? And the other black girl was conveniently off "in Chicago"? Yeah, okay. You know, and it wasn't until Mark-Paul Gosselaar said that that I realized, on F&B all the "women" were represented by Black women. And then suddenly it all became clear -why they kicked her off. I remembered in my Women's Studies class in college they had this quote that always hit me hard:

All Blacks are men and all women are white.

Suddenly that quote made me realized, they probably looked at this show with its cast full of men and Black women and said to themselves "WTF! There are no (people identifiable as) women on that show!" So they "added" some.

That's so depressing but I'm fairly sure I'm not wrong. Funny thing is, if they'd never hired Garcelle and the other girl in the first place, I'd never have even thought about it. It's like Suits. I know I'd have loved Suits whether or not two out of the three women on the show were Black (yes, I'm including Rachel because the only parent they've ever shown is the Black one). But now if they f*cked with that dynamic, I'd be pissed. So it's really subjective. Most of the shows I (and most other Black people I'd guess) have loved had no Black (or brown for that matter) people in the cast at all. We just ignore it. But don't give me Black people then take them away, man! Don't mess with my emotions in that way! I hate them- Franklin AND Bash! Grrr...

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

TV Funhouse: True Blood edition

Last night I got home early and watched some Josh TV (he really has to go soon). I didn't watch last week's Suits until last night and then I watched this weeks right after. I love that show. I don't like how they're trying to make Katrina nice now, I like that Harvey doesn't like her. That has greater ramifications than when it was just Mike who didn't. It's unfortunate that she's with Louis, but he's destined to be forever misunderstood. Hmm, I love my Louis- (never thought I'd say that but he's like Morris from ER, by the end of that show I'd have married Morris and I couldn't stand his behind originally, ahh, good character development. You know I love it!)

But that's not what I wanted to talk about. Ahh,True Blood . What do you think is going on with Eric? I know they said Alexander Sarsgaard might leave but do you think he did? I knew they couldn't kill Eric off, the fans would revolt so I wasn't sure how they'd do it. The way they did it (if that's what they were doing, which is still in doubt for me) was interesting- and honestly kind of well done. I was surprised though, for a second I thought they were gonna kill off Bill- and I thought that was brave. I mean Stephen Moyer is one of the stars, but I was like "well maybe he wants to stay home and take care of the babies, 'cuz Anna Paquin ain't goin' nowhere."

Every summer, my Dad accused True Blood of going off the rails (and every summer I suspect, but never say, he's right) but it always kind of, in its True Blood way, pulls it back together in time for the finale. I wonder if that will be the case now. Also, are they all going to be able to walk in the sun indefinitely? That would be interesting but weird. And what is this business with Sookie and Warlow. I know she is not going to become his Vampire Bride so I wonder how that's going to resolve itself. I think I know from the books (though I for some reason refuse to read them) that Sookie doesn't end up with Bill or Eric but someone else (not Sam either...oooh we gotta talk about that too). Could it be Warlow? But that's not his name in the book I know that. And she still doesn't know he banished her Grandfather to the nether regions or wherever. She's gonna be Sookie-pissed about that.

Sookie's been better this season but they said that's because Anna Paquin is more mature. They were like they couldn't keep writing Sookie all idiotic and naive like that anymore. One, because of all the stuff she's been through now but also because Anna's a wife and mother now so basically it wasn't a good look. I thought that was interesting. When I read that originally I said to myself, "yeah right, she's still going to be from Bon Temps ain't she? So how mature could they make her?" But they've actually done a decent job. I mean she's still a pretty self-involved cow but it was a little bit better this year.

The rest of it has been chaos though, Terry dead, the craziness with Andy's daughters (who buried them by the way? Are they even dead? Do we know this for certain?) Alcide and that bizarre pack business that didn't make any sense (half of Bon Temp knows werewolves exist, don't they? What difference did one Black girl and her mama make? I could see if they were worried about straight up murder charges but to be outed by just the one chick? seriously?) And then Sam and this girl? I'm sorry but according to the True Blood timeline didn't the bitch Luna (whose child you were gonna raise on your own 'cuz you think she asked you to) just die like two days ago? And now you're in love with a new chick, I'm sorry what? Plus, do you mean to tell me that werewolves and shifters can smell conception? Is that what I'm being led to believe now!?! 'Cuz she can't be more than like a week pregnant, plus Alcide and his dad clearly smelled something in the bed when they were tracking them. WHAT THE F@#$%!?!

Okay. I'm done. I just had to get that out. P.S. I want Hoyt back. I was so happy to see Mrs. Fortenberry. (And I hate her).

Friday, August 9, 2013


I'm so horny! Ugh.

Of course, that means Aunt Flo must be on her way for a visit when I'm feeling like that right? I am positively all over the map this week emotionally. I've nearly cried publicly (for no reason whatsoever) like three times in the last five days. I'm sore all over, tired and as I said, horny as hell. It's ridiculous! I mean, I don't even use the equipment, so why can't I just trade it in or shut it down or at least set it to hibernate or something, seriously! I've been feeling like an exposed nerve ending all week. If I didn't have to work I would have just laid in my bed, pulled the covers over my head and waited this week out. Bear in mind, the damn bitch hasn't even shown up yet! This is all just the preamble to herald her imminent arrival...that asshole!

Whatever man, anyhoo, work's okay. I'm officially outside of the circle of Black women in the office. I don't know if it's them or me (the truth is it's probably me, but I've decided it's them). Since we're not contemporaries educationally or even in the office there's no reason to talk to any of them. And they give me few other ways of breaking into their little klatch otherwise (same for the Latina group). The one that's on my floor, is congenial enough but that's about it. Her office is near my cube, so I thought to make like a friendly neighbor and say hello as I pass everyday, which has worked -in a limited capacity. It actually proved successful in making me more friendly with the lawyer in the office next to hers (we've gone out to lunch together). So that's one of the other ways in which I know I'm not unapproachable or otherwise doing something wrong. I've managed to get on good terms with almost everyone else who's near my cube. And while I'd be misstating things to suggest she and I are not on "good terms", there's just something missing in my encounters with her. Like something held in reserve when we speak, it's weird and awkward. And it's rarely like that with me and other Black people (unless of course they just take a disliking to me or I to them). Oh well, I promise to get over it.

I think it's just the freakin' period thing that's making it sting particularly acutely this week. Jesus, I don't know what's wrong with me. Every day this week I've just have wanted to crawl into a dark corner somewhere and have a good cry. I interrupted the all-staff meeting this morning with this crazed coughing jag that erupted right at the end when I randomly inhaled my own saliva. It was so weird and so fucking embarrassing! People had to go get me water and give me tissues 'cuz all my facial orifices were leaking. If a hole could have opened up and just swallowed me, it would have been a gift. Thinking about it makes me want to cry right now (ugh, pathetic). I'm a loser.

Anyway, this guy that I've been kind of talking to on and off- very sparingly on OkCupid asked for my number (I gave him the Star Star number...at last I have used it!) So now I guess I'm waiting to hear from him. Thing is, I'm not even interested. He says he's 27, he looks between 35 and 37. He's not my type at all but you know, I'm not doing anything else, so I might as well right? He might be a nice guy. There was another one - a 43 year old bald white guy (incidentally, the 27 year old is also white or white-esque), he had wanted my number but I told him I'm awful on the phone - which is the truth- and he was really sweet about it. He said we could just talk for a while on OkC (this after he'd just finished saying he didn't want to do a big drawn out talking-on-OkC-thing). He seemed really decent- but again I'm not really all that interested. We emailed each other back and forth one night, but I got distracted baking cookies for my office picnic. And while I apologized the next day for leaving him hanging, I haven't really spoken to him since. Despite the fact that I think his personality might be lovely, he's really not doing anything for me physically. I'm gonna be one lonely bitch right? Yeah I know. I need to contact him again. At least for the practice, he might prove to be a great date. I just really don't want to. Ugh. I'm the worst. I'm gonna go into the bathroom and cry now.