Morning Mail - 3.23.11

Jay Brooks: [trying to get Catherine to go out with him] What you want me to beg?
Catherine Williamson: Yea well ok. Let's hear some begging.
Jay Brooks: Are you serious. I'll play along. What you want Mars Blackmon or James Brown?
Catherine Williamson: Ah a man of genre. I don't know you well enough for James Brown so Mars Blackmon.
Jay Brooks: Please baby baby please.
(Source: I'm Through with White Girls (The Inevitable Undoing of Jay Brooks))

Last night, as I listened to the reasons why my post on SBM.org was wack, I started thinking to myself how come no one ever writes a post about what’s wrong with white women. And dammit, I’m going to do it. But how can I do this? How can I write a post about what’s wrong with white women and not come across as racist? I guess that’s why Black men only talk about Black women, because in reality you can’t say anything about another race and not come across racist.

I’m still going to do it though.

After listening to Chris Brown’s new album, F.A.M.E., I got to say, it’s not wack. I do think he needs to surround himself with better people. But I’m not sure you can ever expect that to happen. Nobody really reached out to him when he was going through his drama to begin with. If anyone would have reached out, it should be Kanye. However, in addition to the fact that I just don’t see that type of behavior in Kanye, he’s also close with Rihanna. Maybe Chris Brown should befriend Tony Dungy, he seems to help out well.

Why is it that whenever you do something with one of your coworkers they have this inability to play it cool, like yo… chill. The day after she comes and sits right next to you in the morning meeting. Or, she now wants to go to lunch everyday with you. And you feel bad, so now you do go to lunch everyday with her because you don’t want to ruin the beats. But at the SAME time, you then get forced into sort of dating her because you can’t dog out your coworker because she’ll snitch. You know how hard it is to get out of happy hour with that coworker because you want to go holler at some other broads? Impossible. That’s why I wouldn’t recommend you do it. UNLESS, you seriously plan on dating the girl.

If a chick tells you she gives great head, tell her she doesn’t.

Have you ever thought about what happens when you ask a dude if that was the best head or sex he’s ever had? He immediately has to search through his brain and think of all the other times, and all the other women that he’s been with, and is that really what you want him to be thinking about when you guys are cuddling?

“First they love me then they hate me then they love me again... they love me again.” – S. Carter. I think this is how Barack Obama feels.

Bill Maher said something one time and it was extremely funny he said, “Have you ever thought about how many times Obama sits in the White House and says, “If George Bush hadn’t f*cked this sh*t up…” Real talk, I think that Donnie Walsh, GM of the New York Knicks, feels that way too. “If Isaiah Thomas hadn’t fucked this shit up…”

I have to come to grips with not being able to spell Isaiah.

Talking to one of my boys the other day I realized that I have this thing about me that’s so counterproductive it’s hilarious that I even do it. I hate it about myself but I just can’t help it. I’ve noticed that a lot of times when I get really upset or passionate about something, I refuse to explain myself. I just refuse. So I’ll be on my own sh*t for weeks, months or years and never explain myself. I let the other person feel like they’re right, even when I know for a fact that I’m right. It’s cool though, other people will plead for me to explain my side, but I’ll just be like, “Nah chill, I’m not explaining myself.” It’s weird, but it’s how I deal with incompetence. You want to be dumb, fine, be dumb.

Ooops, this definitely sat here in this draft form for about an hour.

Dueces…

Life is good. God is good.