Am I the only one noticing how many businesses are now offering FREE wifi? See, it is little things like this that are showing me that this country is moving in the right direction! The McDonald's in my neighborhood has free wifi, the Popeye's in Augusta I dined at when taking my brother back to school had free wifi, and the Border's I sit at now has it as well. Why, it was not even last year when they were trying to get patrons to buy a day pass to use the internet here!
Could this be my dream? Could the government finally be seeing wifi as a basic need? I mean, you can't even fill out a job application to be a grocery store bagger without going online! One day, I hope to see free wifi on the same list as air and libraries. If we could get water to be free (and clean), marijuana legal, and people to unsecure their internet connections...I can't go on. The idea of an America with that type of freedom is overstimulating.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Getting Over The Hump
If summer is the time for amore, than fall must be the time for recovery. I know that fall is not officially here, but it is August and right around the corner, and tons of my gal pals are finding themselves no longer love stoned and crashing into recovery mode.
My grandma used to say that everything has a season, but must it be fall? Fall when you already feel sad because the weather is changing and dreary outside and the sweaters and gloves you need aren't on sale yet. Winter would even be better because I would be preoccupied with planning my birthday party and Christmas shopping- there would literally be no time to mourn!
I listen to my friends talk about their emotions, and I feel like the emotions elder, seeing that P stuck a knife in my summer happy with his ish. I am here to tell you, nothing is worse than trying to get over someone in the summer because your attitude is all messed up when there is so much fun stuff to get into!
Let's face it: there is never a good time to get your heart broken and have to fix it. All you can ask for, whether sunny or cloudy day, is the energy to get over the hump and on to the next good thing. Sigh.
My grandma used to say that everything has a season, but must it be fall? Fall when you already feel sad because the weather is changing and dreary outside and the sweaters and gloves you need aren't on sale yet. Winter would even be better because I would be preoccupied with planning my birthday party and Christmas shopping- there would literally be no time to mourn!
I listen to my friends talk about their emotions, and I feel like the emotions elder, seeing that P stuck a knife in my summer happy with his ish. I am here to tell you, nothing is worse than trying to get over someone in the summer because your attitude is all messed up when there is so much fun stuff to get into!
Let's face it: there is never a good time to get your heart broken and have to fix it. All you can ask for, whether sunny or cloudy day, is the energy to get over the hump and on to the next good thing. Sigh.
No Mas Milk
I saw a documentary the other night that was so good that I feel like I have to share. I was on Link TV, an independent news station, and the doc itself was called The Corporation.
Now, I don't think that this doc is new, but I learned a lot about what exactly a corporation is and how, because of this definition, they get away with a lot of stuff.
The doc touched on everything from sweatshop labor to the deadly effects of chemicals and yes, even milk.
As I sit here at the Borders in the mall this morning, I shake my head, licking the whipped cream off of the straw that was in my chocolate coffee thingy. I have to say, I have never been one to drink milk straight, but I LOVE dairy products. Yogurt, ice cream, butter, and please, don't mention cheese. If you cut open one of my arteries, you would probably find a block of Kraft American! But, thanks to me becoming informed, I have to say no mas to milk.
Basically, farmers were putting this drug in cows that was supposed to speed up milk production when they WEREN'T supposed to. They were even going on the record saying they weren't...when they were. Anyway, this drug (and forgive me for not remembering the name) causes horrible pain for the cows, and causes their milking thingies to swell and get infected. Thus, when the farmers milk the cows, puss leaks out with the milk, thus there is probably puss in your milk and in your dairy products.
The effects on humans isn't cool. Amongst other things, this drug in the milk makes it so your body doesn't respond to the medications usually prescribed to fight staph infections, creating a med-resistant staph, causing deaths.
Sigh. Very rarely do I see docs that change my mind about anything, but this one did the job, especially when they showed the cow's super swollen nether regions. So when you get a chance, watch it for yourself. There are tons of professional sources, such as Michael Moore and Naomi Klein.
As I lick this cream cheese off my plastic knife, I feel emotional. My love affair with dairy, although sweet and long-lasting, must come to an end.
Now, I don't think that this doc is new, but I learned a lot about what exactly a corporation is and how, because of this definition, they get away with a lot of stuff.
The doc touched on everything from sweatshop labor to the deadly effects of chemicals and yes, even milk.
As I sit here at the Borders in the mall this morning, I shake my head, licking the whipped cream off of the straw that was in my chocolate coffee thingy. I have to say, I have never been one to drink milk straight, but I LOVE dairy products. Yogurt, ice cream, butter, and please, don't mention cheese. If you cut open one of my arteries, you would probably find a block of Kraft American! But, thanks to me becoming informed, I have to say no mas to milk.
Basically, farmers were putting this drug in cows that was supposed to speed up milk production when they WEREN'T supposed to. They were even going on the record saying they weren't...when they were. Anyway, this drug (and forgive me for not remembering the name) causes horrible pain for the cows, and causes their milking thingies to swell and get infected. Thus, when the farmers milk the cows, puss leaks out with the milk, thus there is probably puss in your milk and in your dairy products.
The effects on humans isn't cool. Amongst other things, this drug in the milk makes it so your body doesn't respond to the medications usually prescribed to fight staph infections, creating a med-resistant staph, causing deaths.
Sigh. Very rarely do I see docs that change my mind about anything, but this one did the job, especially when they showed the cow's super swollen nether regions. So when you get a chance, watch it for yourself. There are tons of professional sources, such as Michael Moore and Naomi Klein.
As I lick this cream cheese off my plastic knife, I feel emotional. My love affair with dairy, although sweet and long-lasting, must come to an end.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Brownie and the Nuva Ring
There is some 18-year-old that likes Brownie, and of course, he entertains her for no other reason than the fact that he is an attention sponge. He doesn't have intentions of dating or sleeping with this girl, but Brownie is the king of phone caking. So, that's what they do.
And boy, does she love to talk. I am officially naming telling too much of your business to people who don't need to know or ask for it a symptom of being young. The other day, she found it important tell Brownie that she wears a Nuva Ring. What was even more shocking than her spilling these beans was Brownie's reaction.
"Why would she tell me that?" he asked. All I could do was laugh. "Doesn't she know that that means that she let's niggas go up in her raw?"
I stop laughing."That's not what that means!"
"Yes it does. Who do you know that uses birth control and condoms?"
"Tons of people." But I have to say, I wasn't sure. I know that birth control only prevents pregnancy, not STIs, so you would need to use both right? I mean, that's common sense, but that doesn't mean that people follow that, for as Brownie so eloquently put it, "People don't be doublin' up like that."
And boy, does she love to talk. I am officially naming telling too much of your business to people who don't need to know or ask for it a symptom of being young. The other day, she found it important tell Brownie that she wears a Nuva Ring. What was even more shocking than her spilling these beans was Brownie's reaction.
"Why would she tell me that?" he asked. All I could do was laugh. "Doesn't she know that that means that she let's niggas go up in her raw?"
I stop laughing."That's not what that means!"
"Yes it does. Who do you know that uses birth control and condoms?"
"Tons of people." But I have to say, I wasn't sure. I know that birth control only prevents pregnancy, not STIs, so you would need to use both right? I mean, that's common sense, but that doesn't mean that people follow that, for as Brownie so eloquently put it, "People don't be doublin' up like that."
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Moving on Out
Due to a very unfortunate swirl of events, I am moving out of the house I live in with my family and moving in with my friend Connie. And I know that I should be excited. This is my first real adult world roomie! But on the same hand, I am totally scared. I will very much so miss my family. Their craziness is what keeps me...I'm not sure what it keeps me, but it is very much a big part of my life.
I am starting to detach from my room, which is painful, because you all should know by now how hard it is for me to detach from things. I'm not going to lie, I've cried about it. I have to start packing soon too. Man, if this was a scene on The Real World, I imagine that the background song would be "No Air" by Jordan Sparks and Chris Brown as I longingly look at my family from the front seat of the moving van.
I am starting to detach from my room, which is painful, because you all should know by now how hard it is for me to detach from things. I'm not going to lie, I've cried about it. I have to start packing soon too. Man, if this was a scene on The Real World, I imagine that the background song would be "No Air" by Jordan Sparks and Chris Brown as I longingly look at my family from the front seat of the moving van.
Legally Not So Legal
My current financial situation has me wondering: just how legal is it to be an independent escort? And what exactly is the difference between an independent escort and a prostitute? And does all this revolve around sex, because I don't want to have sex. And maybe this is just me feeling myself, but I would totally pay to hang out with me if I was a man. I am fun and entertaining. Guys, there is literally not a dull moment in my presence! I feel like that should be at least worth $20.
A random white man I met at a coffee shop told me that the difference is that escorts aren't expected to have sex and they get a bodyguard. However, if they do decide to have sex, that's cool. That's not included in the money paid for the date. That's just what she wanted to do. A prostitute is solely expected to have sex. There is no dinner and a movie in her crystal ball, just a night at a sleazy motel.
But my question is this: if I am on the corner, looking for Johns and I am a prostitute, how does a cop know that I'm not just an independent escort, waiting outside the Fox Theater to advertise, like when party promoters give out fliers?
Fran is for it. I believe her exact words were, "This could be a lucrative entrepreneurial venture for yourself." However, that is not saying much. Fran co-signs all my craziness.
More on this story as it develops.
A random white man I met at a coffee shop told me that the difference is that escorts aren't expected to have sex and they get a bodyguard. However, if they do decide to have sex, that's cool. That's not included in the money paid for the date. That's just what she wanted to do. A prostitute is solely expected to have sex. There is no dinner and a movie in her crystal ball, just a night at a sleazy motel.
But my question is this: if I am on the corner, looking for Johns and I am a prostitute, how does a cop know that I'm not just an independent escort, waiting outside the Fox Theater to advertise, like when party promoters give out fliers?
Fran is for it. I believe her exact words were, "This could be a lucrative entrepreneurial venture for yourself." However, that is not saying much. Fran co-signs all my craziness.
More on this story as it develops.
The 25 Year Itch
I made this pretty dynamic friend at the gym. It's funny, because I don't remember her name. But she is pretty amazing. She has twice the endurance of everyone in our yoga class, even though she has a LITERAL peg leg!
Anyway, she asked me how old I am, and I told her I am 25 and she goes, "These years are the time of your life."
Question: If these years are the time of my life than why am I CONSISTENTLY worried, confused, generally not at ease, and overall overwhelmingly concerned about everything?! Everything.
No matter how hard I plan or how strategic I try to place my steps, I always feel like I am walking a tightrope- one false move, and I can end up plummeting head first into homelessness, bankruptcy, unemployment, etc. If these are the best of times friends, then what will the worst be like?
Anyway, she asked me how old I am, and I told her I am 25 and she goes, "These years are the time of your life."
Question: If these years are the time of my life than why am I CONSISTENTLY worried, confused, generally not at ease, and overall overwhelmingly concerned about everything?! Everything.
No matter how hard I plan or how strategic I try to place my steps, I always feel like I am walking a tightrope- one false move, and I can end up plummeting head first into homelessness, bankruptcy, unemployment, etc. If these are the best of times friends, then what will the worst be like?
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