Monday, May 30, 2011
Holly and Tasia Do Pac Div and NERD
After being turned away from the VIP area where we were hoping to get free drinks, we pretended to be Pharell groupies to get backstage and hit up the caterers. They made us yummy to-go boxes of those cute little mini burgers, steak on a stick, and fried shrimp. We then took this hot pic on the backdrop for the event.
Not too many people are familiar with the California rap group Pac Div, but I LOVE them and I am IN LOVE with this particular memeber. I have to be honest, I have no idea what his name is. However, I do think he has the best flows, and he is hella hot. LOL, look at how geeked I look to be taking the pic!
I have no idea why Asian dude from NERD put this bottle of Gatorade over his eye. No. Idea. It matters not. I am just happy that I got a pic. Thursday, May 19, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Me and Soledad
I got to meet Soledad O'brien at the Spelman Women of Color Conference. She was really sweet, and liked my necklace, lol.Holly the Scholar...Snob?
Last week, I had a great time at this women's conference at Spelman College. I had conversations with women about the effects of Coca-Cola setting up shop in Africa, and the role of the historically Black college/university. Not only did I get to network, but I got to have meaningful conversations, which have been on the decline in my life since I graduated college.
So recently, I had a conversation with a friend. She was talking about how she loved fashion. I explained to her that I did too, and that I have become very excited about the fair trade opportunities that have made it possible for women in tribal Africa to make clothes to sell worldwide in order to better financially sustain their communities. As I transitioned into a quote from Diane Von Furstenburg about how fashion was an outlet that helped her to become the woman she wanted to be, hoping to transition it to how I hoped African fair trade would help African woman be able to make independent choices on education and marriage, I look at my friend and she is looking at me confused and annoyed, like 'What are you talking about?'
This is not the first time that a friend outside of my college circle has looked at me like this. Admittedly, I do get excited about world issues, but am I a snob? I mean, who would want to talk to someone who talks about things you have never heard of? Does this make me hard to talk to an unapproachable? I don't want to be seen as a know it all, but at times, I do catch myself frowning at women buying clothes at the mall. I mean really, how could they support outsourcing and sweat shop labor?
So recently, I had a conversation with a friend. She was talking about how she loved fashion. I explained to her that I did too, and that I have become very excited about the fair trade opportunities that have made it possible for women in tribal Africa to make clothes to sell worldwide in order to better financially sustain their communities. As I transitioned into a quote from Diane Von Furstenburg about how fashion was an outlet that helped her to become the woman she wanted to be, hoping to transition it to how I hoped African fair trade would help African woman be able to make independent choices on education and marriage, I look at my friend and she is looking at me confused and annoyed, like 'What are you talking about?'
This is not the first time that a friend outside of my college circle has looked at me like this. Admittedly, I do get excited about world issues, but am I a snob? I mean, who would want to talk to someone who talks about things you have never heard of? Does this make me hard to talk to an unapproachable? I don't want to be seen as a know it all, but at times, I do catch myself frowning at women buying clothes at the mall. I mean really, how could they support outsourcing and sweat shop labor?
Monday, May 9, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Fresh Chicken
So yesterday while I was in 5 Points, I went to Popeye's. Let me tell you, the Popeye's in 5 Points is GROSS! It is the only Popeye's I have ever been to that has an on-guard security guy.
I get to the counter and I ask the cashier, who looks like she HATES her job, when they will be frying more chicken. There is only like two thighs and a wing left. She said they won't be, because they are about to close. Disappointed, I look at my coupons. As I do so, the manager makes this quick move and all of a sudden there is chicken on the rack.
"Ask her if she wants a breast," she orders the cashier.
I ask, "Where did that chicken come from?"
Manager: "This box." She points to a ragedy open chicken box.
I ask the cashier, "Where did that chicken come from?"
She shrugs. "That box."
"Ma'am this is fresh chicken," blurts the manager. Yeah...try pulling that on someone that did not work at Popeye's in high school.
The cashier is looking at me like she wants to laugh, and this other random employee is giving me a look that says, "Order that shit if you want to."
So the fry cook looks at the rack, you know, the man who is responsible for cooking the chicken, and he is like, "Where did that chicken come from?"
And the manager just says plainly, "Fresh chicken out this box."
He looks confused.
I order the strips, because they look safe, and a biscuit. Love that chicken from Popeye's!
I get to the counter and I ask the cashier, who looks like she HATES her job, when they will be frying more chicken. There is only like two thighs and a wing left. She said they won't be, because they are about to close. Disappointed, I look at my coupons. As I do so, the manager makes this quick move and all of a sudden there is chicken on the rack.
"Ask her if she wants a breast," she orders the cashier.
I ask, "Where did that chicken come from?"
Manager: "This box." She points to a ragedy open chicken box.
I ask the cashier, "Where did that chicken come from?"
She shrugs. "That box."
"Ma'am this is fresh chicken," blurts the manager. Yeah...try pulling that on someone that did not work at Popeye's in high school.
The cashier is looking at me like she wants to laugh, and this other random employee is giving me a look that says, "Order that shit if you want to."
So the fry cook looks at the rack, you know, the man who is responsible for cooking the chicken, and he is like, "Where did that chicken come from?"
And the manager just says plainly, "Fresh chicken out this box."
He looks confused.
I order the strips, because they look safe, and a biscuit. Love that chicken from Popeye's!
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