It's here again, the one thing that most artists hate...
You have the need to write but it hurts to do so....
That's all I have to report, hopefully this will break soon.
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Names
So, recently my mom told me that we have been pronouncing my cousin's name incorrectly. That it's pronounce Ah-she-a and not Ai-she-a. My cousin is older than me. She's well into her 30's. I inquired as to why her mother allowed for the ENTIRE family to pronounce her name wrong and I found out that it was my fault.
It turns out that when I was younger, I had a hard time pronouncing her name, so it was changed to accommodate my inability to articulate. Interesting, don't you think?
A little child was able to change the way her cousin's name was pronounced! Here's the scary part...
WHY DIDN'T SOMEONE TELL ME?! What is so hard with correcting a child? No child is able to pronounce hard names. Heck, my step sister for many years called me Mashie. Does that mean that everyone in my family should call me Mashie? That's too much power to give to a child. If I were my cousin, I would have been upset once people started to mispronounce my name! She's about 7 years older than me so that means that at the age of 10, she went from Ah-she-a, to Ai-she-a. Didn't she fight? I would have!
It makes me smile but then again, it also makes me sad. Well not really sad, just confused...
Why wouldn't anyone correct me? Why would they change the name of their daughter just because a toddler couldn't pronounce it? I find this out 26 years later...
Insanity I tell you! Because of ONE CHILD.
Should I be happy because I have some sort of weird unspoken power in my household? Or should I pity her?
Gee whiz...How many of you would allow that to happen? If you were Ah-she-a (I'm spelling her name phonetically)? If you were her mom? Her father? Her older sister?
Good grief!
*sigh*
Unitl next time Faithful Five, etc.
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!
It turns out that when I was younger, I had a hard time pronouncing her name, so it was changed to accommodate my inability to articulate. Interesting, don't you think?
A little child was able to change the way her cousin's name was pronounced! Here's the scary part...
WHY DIDN'T SOMEONE TELL ME?! What is so hard with correcting a child? No child is able to pronounce hard names. Heck, my step sister for many years called me Mashie. Does that mean that everyone in my family should call me Mashie? That's too much power to give to a child. If I were my cousin, I would have been upset once people started to mispronounce my name! She's about 7 years older than me so that means that at the age of 10, she went from Ah-she-a, to Ai-she-a. Didn't she fight? I would have!
It makes me smile but then again, it also makes me sad. Well not really sad, just confused...
Why wouldn't anyone correct me? Why would they change the name of their daughter just because a toddler couldn't pronounce it? I find this out 26 years later...
Insanity I tell you! Because of ONE CHILD.
Should I be happy because I have some sort of weird unspoken power in my household? Or should I pity her?
Gee whiz...How many of you would allow that to happen? If you were Ah-she-a (I'm spelling her name phonetically)? If you were her mom? Her father? Her older sister?
Good grief!
*sigh*
Unitl next time Faithful Five, etc.
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!
Sunday, October 05, 2008
4:18 am
It's 4:18 am...
It's been a while since I've written a blog. The last entry was an angry entry. Wow, I was pretty darn angry wasn't I? You know, there was a time when I would hold that anger in? Yup! I would internalize it. That made me a very dangerous person. I was a ticking time bomb. I was also making myself sick. It wasn't until I got to college when I met a few friends who were strong enough to express their anger, that's when I learned that expressing anger was necessary...
But that post is in the past, right? Yup!
Let's move on, shall we?
Are you all going to vote? No, I'm not going to tell you who to vote for. Now will I make a speech about which party is the best...All in all politics is like this:
No matter who you vote for, you will get anally screwed. You have to pick the person who is going to be nice enough to use a condom and lubricant.
Wow, that was pretty graphic and pessimistic, eh?
Yea. I'll admit that it is, but regardless of what you think about my statement, tell me one thing:
Have you EVER met a politician who was completely honest? Sure, you can't please everyone all the time, but as politicians get older and more experienced they tend to forget the people who put them there...
And honeychild, that's on BOTH SIDES OF THE PARTY!
I'll admit that I'm an independent and it's interesting to have a black man running for President because now, if I say that I'm voting for him, then I'm doing so because I'm black and he's black. It isn't because I watch the debates and check out the candidate's websites. No, it's because I'm not smart enough to get to know both sides. It's because I'm being emotional and voting for someone who looks like me as a means to stick it to the white man. It's because I am still looking for my 40 acres and a Mule...
Those who know me answer me this...Does this sound like me? Of course not!
Of course I have seen the people who help fuel these stereotypes. About a year ago, Massachusetts had a black man run for Governor. I worked at the voting polls on that day. There were some people that we met who were very versed in both sides. The ones that stood out were the ones who looked for the black candidate. My favorite was the guy who called me over, pointed to the Governor's name and asked, "Is this the black guy?" I couldn't answer his question because that was the rules, but I was shocked. I mean, why didn't he write down the name? Or at least remember it?!
Does black necessarily mean better? No. I can name several blacks who haven't done much for the American citizens. Notice that I said American citizens and not BLACK PEOPLE? *smiles*
Whenever you elect someone into office, they should be elected because they are going to serve the whole and not one race. There is a lot of talk of whether or not America is ready for a black President, but what does that mean necessarily? Does that mean that having a black man for President is drastically going to change everything. Once he's elected are we all going to go to sleep and wake up in a hip hop video? Instead of coming down to "Hail to the Chief" will he crypt walk to a P. Diddy song? What is going to change? What is the big deal? The only difference will be instead of seeing a pair of blue/brown/green eyes with pale skin and straight hair talking to us on the television, we're going to see a pair of dark eyes, curly hair, and tanned skin. Instead of trying to solve the world's problems by having meetings and peace talks, will he say, "Break yo' self fool!"
Again, I'm not saying who you should vote for, I'm just curious as to how different will things be with a black President? Why can't people look at both candidates for what they stand for and not the color of their skin? Isn't that what Martin Luther King Jr. talked about in his "I Have A Dream" speech?
Will he come on tv with a rib in one hand and a glass of koolaid in another? I can understand of Flavor Flav or some other extreme ghetto person were running for President but that is not the case.
People aren't asking if America is ready for an old President as if McCain is going to be sitting in a rockin' chair with his grandchildren surrounded by him as he retells stories about the good ol' days and the day that grandma forgot to change his depends. He's not going to sit there talking to America while being fed stewed prunes and getting his hair dyed blue by some beauty school reject. He won't walk around attached to a machine that will help him breathe nor would he have a cane that he would shake at those who walk on the White House Lawn.
"DARN KIDS! YOU GET OFF MY PROPERTY! I KNOW YOUR MOTHER! I SAW HER WHEN YOUR GRANDMOTHER BROUGHT HER HOME FROM SCHOOL!"
Sorry, I've been thinking about this for a while now and I needed to get it out. Sorry about my absence, I did a friend a favor and worked at her job for 4 weeks. It darn near killed me but it did kill my artistic flow. They asked me to stay but the stress there was so unbearable that I chose myself and my happiness over a job.
Call me crazy but working yourself to death is the dumbest thing in the world...
It's not worth it! Not in my eyes. My art would die too...Who am I if I can't express myself artistically? No one, I tell you. No one.
4:46 am and I am extremely tired. I shall end this now. Pardon any grammatical errors. I find that the more that I blog, the less I want to edit. I'm lazy. I know. So sue me.
Anyways...
Until next time...Faithful Five and the rest of you guys,
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!
It's been a while since I've written a blog. The last entry was an angry entry. Wow, I was pretty darn angry wasn't I? You know, there was a time when I would hold that anger in? Yup! I would internalize it. That made me a very dangerous person. I was a ticking time bomb. I was also making myself sick. It wasn't until I got to college when I met a few friends who were strong enough to express their anger, that's when I learned that expressing anger was necessary...
But that post is in the past, right? Yup!
Let's move on, shall we?
Are you all going to vote? No, I'm not going to tell you who to vote for. Now will I make a speech about which party is the best...All in all politics is like this:
No matter who you vote for, you will get anally screwed. You have to pick the person who is going to be nice enough to use a condom and lubricant.
Wow, that was pretty graphic and pessimistic, eh?
Yea. I'll admit that it is, but regardless of what you think about my statement, tell me one thing:
Have you EVER met a politician who was completely honest? Sure, you can't please everyone all the time, but as politicians get older and more experienced they tend to forget the people who put them there...
And honeychild, that's on BOTH SIDES OF THE PARTY!
I'll admit that I'm an independent and it's interesting to have a black man running for President because now, if I say that I'm voting for him, then I'm doing so because I'm black and he's black. It isn't because I watch the debates and check out the candidate's websites. No, it's because I'm not smart enough to get to know both sides. It's because I'm being emotional and voting for someone who looks like me as a means to stick it to the white man. It's because I am still looking for my 40 acres and a Mule...
Those who know me answer me this...Does this sound like me? Of course not!
Of course I have seen the people who help fuel these stereotypes. About a year ago, Massachusetts had a black man run for Governor. I worked at the voting polls on that day. There were some people that we met who were very versed in both sides. The ones that stood out were the ones who looked for the black candidate. My favorite was the guy who called me over, pointed to the Governor's name and asked, "Is this the black guy?" I couldn't answer his question because that was the rules, but I was shocked. I mean, why didn't he write down the name? Or at least remember it?!
Does black necessarily mean better? No. I can name several blacks who haven't done much for the American citizens. Notice that I said American citizens and not BLACK PEOPLE? *smiles*
Whenever you elect someone into office, they should be elected because they are going to serve the whole and not one race. There is a lot of talk of whether or not America is ready for a black President, but what does that mean necessarily? Does that mean that having a black man for President is drastically going to change everything. Once he's elected are we all going to go to sleep and wake up in a hip hop video? Instead of coming down to "Hail to the Chief" will he crypt walk to a P. Diddy song? What is going to change? What is the big deal? The only difference will be instead of seeing a pair of blue/brown/green eyes with pale skin and straight hair talking to us on the television, we're going to see a pair of dark eyes, curly hair, and tanned skin. Instead of trying to solve the world's problems by having meetings and peace talks, will he say, "Break yo' self fool!"
Again, I'm not saying who you should vote for, I'm just curious as to how different will things be with a black President? Why can't people look at both candidates for what they stand for and not the color of their skin? Isn't that what Martin Luther King Jr. talked about in his "I Have A Dream" speech?
Will he come on tv with a rib in one hand and a glass of koolaid in another? I can understand of Flavor Flav or some other extreme ghetto person were running for President but that is not the case.
People aren't asking if America is ready for an old President as if McCain is going to be sitting in a rockin' chair with his grandchildren surrounded by him as he retells stories about the good ol' days and the day that grandma forgot to change his depends. He's not going to sit there talking to America while being fed stewed prunes and getting his hair dyed blue by some beauty school reject. He won't walk around attached to a machine that will help him breathe nor would he have a cane that he would shake at those who walk on the White House Lawn.
"DARN KIDS! YOU GET OFF MY PROPERTY! I KNOW YOUR MOTHER! I SAW HER WHEN YOUR GRANDMOTHER BROUGHT HER HOME FROM SCHOOL!"
Sorry, I've been thinking about this for a while now and I needed to get it out. Sorry about my absence, I did a friend a favor and worked at her job for 4 weeks. It darn near killed me but it did kill my artistic flow. They asked me to stay but the stress there was so unbearable that I chose myself and my happiness over a job.
Call me crazy but working yourself to death is the dumbest thing in the world...
It's not worth it! Not in my eyes. My art would die too...Who am I if I can't express myself artistically? No one, I tell you. No one.
4:46 am and I am extremely tired. I shall end this now. Pardon any grammatical errors. I find that the more that I blog, the less I want to edit. I'm lazy. I know. So sue me.
Anyways...
Until next time...Faithful Five and the rest of you guys,
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!
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