Nothing Much About Nothing

I’m gonna start off loose today. Got a bunch of topics in my mind but I’m not sure which one(s) I really want to use. So I’ll just jump around until I either get tired of typing or become entertained by one subject.

First, I know most won’t admit it, but you watched Jerry Springer. You might not watch now, but at some point you did. Then you probably got older, got a job, or got sick of the same topics being rehashed. Never fear, there’s a new form of crap in town. On the radio. Oh yeah boys and girls. Michael Baisden (I’m sure I’m not spelling it right)!! I listen not because I’m a fan but because I liked to be shocked and awed. The people who call into this show, all allegedly ‘grown and sexy’ (Translation: Older but still think they’re hot), must be the dumbest people this side of civilization.

Lordy!!!

I’ve listened to that show on my way home from work for a while now. Listen with me. It’s in syndication! Yesterday he was talking to women asking them why they’d have babies by men who didn’t want them or the baby. Then he had men call in to tell these women what behaviors they should look for when determining if a man really wants them long-term. But these broads, in all of their, ‘I was 41 when I got pregnant” glory didn’t get it. Nor were most of them willing to even look inward and even try to find out why they did what they did. One chick even said “People don’t plan to have kids. Who does that?” Da hell?? I bet this same chick plans to get her hair done, plans vacations, but she can’t plan bredding? I beg of you all to listen on your ride home!

A few days back I was talking to my girl. I’m not making excuses for her but her mentality is totally different than mine. She’s from, and of, the D, as in Detroit. Never lived anywhere else. Sure we can shoot the shyt over the phone, but that’s where it ends. Here’s a sample of some of the things she says: “Impala? That’s a b*tch’s car…Any n*gga worth shyt has a Cadillac at least…If he don’t have a Cadillac, he ain’t hitting on nothing…” Oh yeah, this is the same chick who got $100 shoved in her bra.

Lordy!

Measuring a man by the car he drives is so, so, shyt I don’t have a word for it. It’s just not something I do. I’m not knocking her for her choices. But I can tell how her outlook has affected her negatively. And that saddens me.

Doesn’t everyone know that we bloggers know when folks are reading our page?? Didn’t people read X’s post about knowing how long someone sits on her page?? But just in case you missed it, let me make it plain and ask some pointed questions. Sweetie, you know who you are. I really don’t mind…Hold up, for the regular readers, lemme ’splain what I’m talking about. A spell back, I used to date this guy. Real sweetheart that one. Anyway, we parted ways. Nothing negative, but just parted. He has this girlfriend. She seems obsessed with my page. Now, I don’t know exactly how she found it, because he doesn’t read it. I figure she just googled me. But not only does she read several times a day, she comments. Except her comments don’t go through because she hasn’t figured out what to do to make them post. She also hasn’t figured out that I know her IP address. That no matter what name she tries to comment under, I know it’s her. How do I know it’s her?? Because a long time ago, well, let’s just say I know it’s her.

Now I don’t mind her reading. Really I don’t. Did someone call me a stat-whore? But what trips me out is that she’s tryna cozy up to me. Bottom line, Sweetie, and yes, calling you Sweetie is quite condescending but I like the word, he and I are cool. We IM maybe once a month. You have nothing to worry about here. He has shared plans of marrying you and I think that’s wonderful. However, he’s be extremely disappointed to know how you really roll. So please stop with the tryna-be-covert silliness.