Picking up Boogie from school is always an experience. He’s got 100 games he’s trying to play at once, like today and him singing MJ songs while playing a pretend driving game. He calls it the Michael Jackson Driving Experience.
Or he’s got some ridiculous bit of Boogie wisdom that I need more…
I started tearing up reading this. I love that kid. And so wise beyond all of our years.
stevland* & muhammad*
he almost looks like a ventriloquist dummy next to Ali. that was actually my first thought before I realized it was Stevie Wonder.
“I never believed that the moment freedom would come, but if it did I wanted to be well-dressed for it.” - Charles Mamur, a former child soldier bought this suit two years ago, hoping to wear it for the independence of South Sudan. He will be wearing that suit today in the newly minted capital of Juba to watch the old flag being lowered and the flag of South Sudan raised. Photo Credit: Xan Rice for the Guardian
We have to have a conversation about slavery before we can have a conversation about slavery.
I wrote this a few weeks back after Bachmann’s… not first, but after one of her many historical/factual gaffes, this time regarding slavery. I had no idea it would still be applicable. I really thought she would have learned to stay away from the topic at all costs.
Then this happened. Clearly, I underestimated her. I’m sure she didn’t read the document. It’s like that episode of Mad Men where Don Draper’s secretary fills out his forms for him and he unknowingly signs off on a background check with the state department. He tells Pete Campbell “I signed it, without looking, because that’s what I do.” Power players don’t look at things they’re signing, they get a brief synopsis from their handlers, pick up a pen, and scribble their name. That’s probably what happened with Bachmann. At least, that’s what I’d like to believe happen, because if she actually read this thing and decided that it was OK to suggest that ANYTHING was better for black people under slavery than it is today…
But she has supporters. Like, real people. Check this guy out.
Seriously. We have to talk about slavery. A real talk. Because some people seem to think it was just like a work-study program or something. C’mon fam.
Who Knew Stacey Dash had a daughter? I mean maybe folks knew. I’m slow on these things. And no… I’m not gonna be the one to say it. :)
Stacey Dash and daughter Lola
Who’s gonna say it?
She got NONE of her mama’s looks.
There. I said it.
Maybe she’s just a late bloomer tho. I hope so. For her sake.
[Image description: A chart illustrating what sex acts burn off the calories from what foods. 1 hour of intensive foreplay (114 breaths per minute) or 18 minutes of intercourse burns off 1 slice (large) of chocolate cake. 26 minutes of nonstop intercourse plus one 9-minute orgasm, or the equivalent burns off 2 slices of pizza with extra cheese, meatballs and mushrooms. 16 minutes of frisking and tickling partner burns off 9 lollipops. 53 minutes of French kissing or 25 minutes of normal foreplay or 6 minutes of abnormal foreplay burns off 1 cheeseburger with 14 french fries and a dollop of ketchup. Finally, 2 hours of bondage or 47 minutes of flogging using a medium-weight flog burns off 2 bottles of beer, large portion of spaghetti and 1 slice of toast. End description.]What is abnormal foreplay and how do I get 9 minute orgasms?
You know you’re asexual when you’d rather have most of what’s on the right hand side than the left.
If sexual people are having sex in order to burn off cake… is that directly oppressing us? ;-)
I just…have so many questions. how do you even French kiss someone for 53 minutes? what exactly is “abnormal” foreplay? how do you know if your foreplay is “intensive” enough?
It clarifies for you—114 breaths per minute equals “intensive” foreplay.
Which is, like. Almost two breaths per second, so uh.
Don’t die while you’re at it.
This chart is actually the most brilliant thing I’ve ever seen.
Mmm, I’m in the mood to burn off a couple bottles of beer, a large portion of spaghetti, and a slice of toast. If you know what I mean.
NINE MINUTE ORGASM?! sign me up. ::carb loading::
sex for exercise. I’m down with it.
a poem for Siwe
you welcomed the quiet that held you
breast to belly
counted stars until they blurred and faded
night offered you quiet
this world gave you despair
a battle you had to fight too often
night offered your peace a chance
to take root
the world gave you…
Death makes my heart hurt. I hope Siwe knows peace.