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When school is the training ground for a police state

Posted in Uncategorized on October 28, 2015 by klysha

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I hate to turn my blog into the post police brutality trauma recovery site, but here I am again blogging in the wake of another incidence of unwarranted brutality on a young black female child. By now I assume everyone has watched and been outraged by the latest video release of a student in a South Carolina High School being thrown like a rag doll by the out of control police officer who served as their school resource officer. There’s no doubt that the images were extremely disturbing, but what I find the most disturbing is even though any reasonable person can clearly see that the officer is completely out of line, there are STILL people coming out of  the woodworks to defend this officers actions. Thankfully as of the time of this posting the officer has been fired, so at least the people with the authority to do something saw the wrong in his actions. But I’m still disturbed by how many people, particularly black males, I’ve seen commenting on every posting I’ve seen about this incident, who push the “well she should’ve just respected authority” narrative. Are you serious? Authority figure or not, no person has the right to treat another person that way over a minor act of defiance. People have said that she shouldn’t have been resisting arrest…Arrest? What exactly was she being arrested for? For having a phone in a classroom? For refusing to leave a classroom? Exactly what crime had she committed? So now we’re criminalizing minor acts of defiance by teenagers? The whole act of being a teenager is a nearly decade long act of defiance.  It appears that a disturbing number of you have been well conditioned for a police state and see fit to raise another generation to complacently accept a police state as normal and just.

Exactly what are we teaching our youth by pushing the idea that they should respect authority no matter what or suffer dire consequences? To raise healthy well rounded free thinking individuals I think there needs to be some balance and an acknowledgement that sometimes people in authority are wrong. I’m not saying that the authority figures were wrong for asking a student to put away a cell phone, or that the student was right to not comply with this request. But I am saying that none of that is the real issue in that incident. Using the argument that she should have just followed orders  to justify this level of violence and violation of her rights as a human being is just flawed thinking. If an officer is justified in throwing a girl across a room for disobeying an order I guess if she would have  yelled at him or some other ‘egregious’ offense he’d be completely justified in shooting her in the face. And why does a students refusal to put away a cell phone require police involvement anyway? Am I the only one disturbed that schools are involving law enforcement for minor disciplinary issues that in my day would’ve been handled with a simple in school suspension or detention? This results in children getting criminal records or at the very least exposing them to negative police interaction at an early age for actions that aren’t even actual crimes.

I’m also surprised at how many people think the right thing for this girl to do was to get up and leave a classroom full of witness alone with a man who demonstrated that he is unstable and liable to go berserk if his authority is questioned. If this is the way he behaves in front of a classroom full of witnesses, imagine what might have happened if she had the audacity to say something he didn’t like once he was no longer in view of cameras. I wouldn’t feel safe alone around that man and I certainly wouldn’t feel safe sending a child off with him. Police in general have demonstrated a lack of ability to deal with nuanced situations. From my understanding this child lost a parent and a grandparent and was in foster care. Imagine the emotional issues she could be dealing with given those circumstances. The last person in the world who should be called upon to handle a situation with her is this “officer slam.”

I will be the first to say that the almost constant stream of videos of police misconduct, especially misconduct in the form of violence against black women have made me increasingly uncomfortable in the presence of police officers. As evidenced by too many incidents to name, something as simple as a routine traffic stop could wind up being a death sentence if the wrong officer is encountered. It’s way past time that we rethink the role of the police officer and truly consider how much power we want the person holding this position to hold. I no longer think the police brutality problem in this country is a matter of a few bad apples. If this were the case the good cops would make themselves known and denounce these incidents when they happens. But instead, every single time an incident is brought into the spot light other police come out in droves to defend their fellow officers. There’s a problem with policing as we know it as a whole, and fixing this problem means first rethinking what the job of a police officer really is, then giving some serious thought to how someone should be trained to do this job. The “you should just do what the officer says” narrative is basically giving police the power to treat us any way they want and that is exactly how America could become a police state.

The McKinney Pool Incident and the Trauma of being Black in America

Posted in Uncategorized on June 10, 2015 by klysha

I have a friend who frequently utters the phrase “It’s hard being Black in America.” She typically uses the phrase in lighthearted reference to any one of the many struggles that are unique to the Black American experience.  However I would venture to take that phrase a step further and say that, in light of the numerous incidents that have come to the public’s attention in recent months and the reactions to these incidents by an alarming number of people, it’s not only hard being black in America it’s woefully unsafe. This past weekend I watched that video that was shot at a swimming pool incident in McKinney Texas and by the end of the video I was so upset that I was shaking. I tried to watch it again and I could barely stomach the way I saw those children being treated by someone that society tells them to respect and trust. In the past several months the media has inundated us with images of black bodies being brutalized by law enforcement to the point that many of us may have started to become desensitized to the imagery. But this image shook me in ways that many of the other images had not.

I was first jarred by the language that this supposed respected authority figure chose to use to address a group of children who largely weren’t even old enough to drive a car. I would not allow someone to speak to me in that way, police officer or not.  I was then jarred by the images of him placing children, who were at this point being completely compliant to his maniacal demands, in handcuffs. There was no legitimate reason to handcuff them other than to humiliate them and punish them for “making him run in 30 lbs. of gear.”  But then came the part of the video that shook me to my core. In response to what he viewed as defiance, this fully grown adult male grabbed a bikini clad child that appeared to weigh no more than 100 pounds and flung her forcefully to the ground then proceeded to put his full weight on her back. To make matters worse, when two young men tried to come to the aid of this young girl who was being physically and mentally abused, he pulled out his service weapon and brandished it at them.  My understanding is a weapon is not to be drawn unless the intent is to kill.  So that means this officer threatened to kill two unarmed children for having the audacity to try to come to the aid of a female child who they saw being brutally attacked by a man who was clearly out of control. This type of behavior is absolutely unconscionable, and inexcusable by anyone, let alone a person who is called upon to help.

Before anyone responds to this with anything about the girl’s non-compliance with the officer’s commands I want to pre-emptively tell you to take your comments and shove them into a very dark place. That’s the nicest way I can think of to describe how I feel about your comments.  I don’t want to hear them. I don’t care if the girl was mouthing off, or hadn’t followed his order to leave quickly enough or if she carried out any other perceived act of defiance. That girl had the same right to be on that public street as the white boy behind the camera that filmed this whole incident, who by his own account, was virtually ignored by the officer. That child had broken no laws whatsoever, yet she was treated in a way that would be unsuitable even if she had have committed a crime. If it were her father who we saw flinging her around and humiliating her that way everyone would be calling for her father to be thrown in jail for child abuse, or assault.  So why would a badge and a blue uniform make it okay for a grown man to treat a child that way? Even if he was acting within the bounds of the law, that doesn’t make it right. It just means the law is wrong. After watching that video I concluded that Officer Eric Casebolt is a terrible cop, a complete coward with a very fragile ego, and a despicable human being unworthy to serve the public in any capacity. I hope he’s fired and I wish he could be thrown in jail for assault. At the very least I hope that young lady’s family sues him.

Watching that video was traumatic for me. As I watched I felt like I too was being brutalized by that officer. Then I was further traumatized when after reading articles about the incident I read the comments underneath the articles. I know the comments section is the cesspool of the internet, but I was still shocked by how many people came to those articles and tried to justify the very actions by Officer Casebolt that I saw as completely unjustifiable. I felt like each comment compounded the trauma I had already experienced from watching the video. I think a part of me expected that surely most everyone who saw the same video that I saw would immediately see how out of line this officer was. Even if you’re someone who normally sympathizes with police officers there’s no way that a rational, feeling, human being could see a child abused in that way and take up for the abuser. Then the reality hit me of how irrational and inhumane the type of racism one has to harbor to see those images and not sympathize with a child being brutalized by an adult. As painful as it is to swallow, I have to come to terms with the fact that there is a segment of this society that will see black bodies being violated and instead of being horrified will always think the violence is warranted and will even celebrate the abuse. Two of the biggest traumas of the Black American experience are having to constantly plead for your right to exist and the incessant pursuit of the validation of your humanity.  With every incident that comes to light there are people who ask the question “Will this incident be the turning point in the fight against police brutality?” Or they may ask “Will this be the incident that finally makes people (i.e. white people) realize that what we’ve been saying all along about how we are treated is true?” Yet no incident ever seems to be the one that unilaterally turns white society in our favor.  Having it hit home that no matter how much we plead and no matter how we behave, there are some who will never see Black people as fully human is a deeply saddening and eye opening experience. I realized this a long time ago, I just hate that those children had to see that at such a young age. But sadly those children need to know that living in a society that does not view them as human is extremely dangerous and they have to be constantly vigilant and aware of that fact to survive, literally.

This incident, like the many others we’ve seen before it, further drove home the fact that Black people have to love ourselves and love our people unconditionally because waiting on white society to love us and treat us as fully human is a form of psychological torture that we shouldn’t have to endure.  When I say unconditionally I mean we have to also love the black people that so many black people who “make it” try to disown. If we don’t love them who will? This society is designed to keep a certain segment of the population in bondage, whether it’s the literal physical bondage of incarceration or the bondage of poverty. We can’t turn our backs on those of us who haven’t been as privileged to escape from all the traps designed to keep as many of us as possible in bondage.

We have to love ourselves and each other hard because just dealing with the daily traumas and dangers of being Black in America is enough to warrant therapy. I know other cultures have their own struggles, and I don’t mean to dismiss any of them, but to quote my friend, it truly is hard being Black in America.

5 Things to Love about Valentines Day

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on February 14, 2012 by klysha

In the past I’ve written posts that could be interpreted as hating on Cupid’s big day. A lot of those sentiments still apply, as Valentines Day still isn’t on my top five list of favorite holidays, but I no longer harbor any negative feelings about it. Honestly my overall feelings about the holiday were never truly negative. I just didn’t like the fact that this holiday makes so many people feel bad.  I also don’t like red and pink in combination.  That sentiment still stands. But as for the holiday as a whole I suppose that in my older age I’m more or less ambivalent.

So in the spirit of ambivalence I decided that to balance out any negative sentiments that could have been gleaned from past posts I’d write a totally positive Valentines Day post this year.

So I present to you 5 things to love about Valentines Day

Sales!

We’re in a recession and during a recession retailers try to find every gimmick they can come up with to get shoppers into their stores. Valentines day provides a perfect opportunity to draw both single people and people in relationships in to buy. Those in relationships are of course looking for gifts or possibly outfits for those Valentines dates.  Valentines day also comes with a bevy of single women who need retail therapy to help them cope with their lack of romance on this most romantic holiday. I’ve gotten a number of emails trying to lure me into the stores to get a little something special for the one I love the most…namely me (gotta love yourself before you can love anyone else right?).  Thus far I’ve resisted because I’m trying to be fiscally responsible but I’ve definitely been tempted.

Half price chocolates on the 15th

Who doesn’t love that? Also I read that chocolate creates a similar reaction in the brain to being in love. So even if  you aren’t in love you can get that loving feeling for half price on the 15th.

Text messages from people you rarely hear from

I’ve already gotten a few of them today. So what if some of them were mass texts…at least someone thought enough of me to leave me in their contacts list and make sure I wasn’t Happy Valentine’s Day textless today.

Cupid Gets His Day in the Limelight

Every holiday icon needs their day to shine. Santa gets the biggest holiday of the year, the Easter bunny gets his day…why shouldn’t cupid get a day to do his thing. Let that dude get a day to rock his diaper and sash and get in some target practice with the bow and arrow. And if you listen to 112 you know Cupid doesn’t lie so let’s listen to him for one day.

It’s a great excuse for people who aren’t that sappy (like me) to get their sap on

Even non saps like myself need an occasional outlet to do something on the mushy side. Sometimes it takes massive commercial exploitation to get it out of us.

Okay that’s all I’ve got for now…I hope everyone is having a wonderful Valentines Day…or at the very least makes it through the day without wanting to hit a double back tuck off a ledge.

P.S.

If anyone reading this is looking for a hint on what to get me or whether to get me anything…I like candy, cupcakes, not having to cook for myself, and hugs (from the right person…please no unsolicited random stranger hugs….I generally prefer not to be hugged or otherwise touched very much by strangers)….I’m so easy to please! (Hey I never said I was against receiving (or giving) gifts)

Happy Valentines Day All!

For those who don’t think white priviledge is real

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on December 14, 2011 by klysha

I happened upon a tweet this morning that linked to this article on Forbes.com and I’m not sure why this article was the one that drew me out of my blogging hiatus and not any of the other ridiculous things I’ve read in the past year and a half. But alas I’m here. This article just rubbed me the wrong way for so many reasons that I couldn’t just let it slide. So let me try to summarize the points the author was trying to make and why his point of view just made me itch.

Let’s start with the title

If I were a Poor Black Kid

Why are you calling out black kids like poverty and lack of privilege only know one color? Nothing in his article even dealt with the factors that are tied to race specifically. Everything he called out was more or less  about economics and access.  Of course he would have likely been even more off base if he would have actually tried to tackle some racial factors because I doubt this guy would have had the subtlety to give the complex issue of race and privilege or lack there of its just due.  And I since I need to be writing a term paper not a blog post, I don’t have the time to give it its just due either. (Nothing like procrastination to get the wheels turning on something completely unrelated to what you’re supposed to be doing.)

It’s easy to say what you would do if you were born under completely different circumstances.  I can easily say if I were a billionaire I’d donate 75% of my money to starving kids all over the world and give scholarships to all the non-athletically inclined high school underachievers who were pretty smart but just needed a little push (These kids really do kind of get ignored.  Someone should do something about this because everyone isn’t gonna be in the top 1%, and if you think they can you probably need to sign up for a course in basic statistics.)  But the truth is I have no idea what I’d be like if I had billions of dollars at my disposal and I couldn’t be sure who was my friend because I’m infinitely awesome and who was just there hoping to be my plus one when I got invited to Barack and Michelle’s Easter brunch.  Until you walk in someone elses shoes you have no idea how they got that bunion on their pinky toe.

Now on to the finer points of his piece…

He goes on to list all the wonderful things he’d do if he were a poor black kid raised in West Philadelphia.  Because if f he were a poor black kid in West Philadelphia of course he wouldn’t be spending most of his days on the play ground, cooling out maxing, relaxing all cool and all or shooting bball outside of the school because of course that’s what kids from West Philadelphia do. TV taught me that. Ok where was I because you know I just sang the whole Fresh Prince of Bel Air theme song in my head and lost my train of thought. Oh yea the finer points of his article.

He says he’d do the following:

Get the best grades possible

Make it his #1 priority to be able to read sufficiently

Use the technology available to him

Become an expert at Google Scholar

Visit study sites like Spark Notes and Cliff Notes to help him understand books

Watch relevant teachings on Academic Earth, TED, and Khan Academy

Get free books from Project Gutenberg

Learn to do research at the CIA World Fact Book and Wikipedia to help with his studies

Use homework tools like Backpack and Diigo to help him share work with classmates

Use Skype to study with other students

Take advantage of study websites like Evernote, Study Rails, Flashcard Machine, Quizlet, and other online calculators

Use the internet to better high schools and find out how he could get admitted, find out the names of the admissions person and make it his goal to get admitted to one of the good high schools

OR get a scholarship to a private school

Develop a relationship with the schools guidance counselor

Learn to write code

Make sure his writing skills stayed polished

Well Eureka! He’s totally figured it out! This is a great list of helpful websites. On the real I might see if some of these sites can help me pass this grad school class I’m taking right now.

But how many people reading this blog post, poor kid from West Philadelphia or not, have ever heard of all of the resources he cited? How many of you were that driven when you were between 14-18 years old to seek out that many resources if they would have existed back then? How many rich/privileged kids do you know who are driven enough to seek out that many resources to help them succeed? But this guy is saying that if he were born into the type of circumstances that often land a kid on the other side of the tracks that he would be a super star and seek out every single opportunity at his disposal and overcome all the hurdles that make even seeking these opportunities challenging. Minor distractions like any one of a multitude of bad family situations, poverty, crime, lack of someone who even knows about these opportunities there to tell him about them, not to mention the normal distractions like peer pressure that come with being a kid wouldn’t get in his way, not this guy. He spoke of the parents being able to afford a cheap computer and internet but if his parents couldn’t afford that surely he’d have time to take the bus to the library to use the internet and teach himself to write code, and research scholarships all while possibly working part time to help bring money into the house, and dodging violence just getting back and forth to school. Because if he were a poor black kid he’d be the most super poor black kid ever.

Maybe a poor black kid should write a response and say if I were a rich privileged white kid I’d get drunk and smoke pot every other weekend, blow my parents money on wild spring break vacations in college and still manage to get a decent job because my dad would of course be well connected.  It would have just as much, actually more, merit than this guys article.

Basically what I gathered from this article is what I already learned from Chris Rock which is the opposite of what I’m sure the author intended for me to get from this.  In one of his routines Chris talks about how got to his neighborhood by being one of the top comedians in the country while his neighbor got there by being a regular old dentist.  Yes there are opportunities out there for everyone. Success is possible regardless of the circumstances you were born into. It’s just that some people  have to jump through hoops and walk on fiery coals to get to where some privileged white kid can trip and fall and wind up.  And of course the guy who tripped and fell into success is going to look at the guy with his feet on fire jumping through hoops and ask them why it’s taking them so long to get to the promised land.

I don’t know anything about the author of that article so I have no idea how much work he had to do to achieve whatever it is that he’s achieved to make him think he’s qualified to tell someone how to overcome all the circumstances they were faced with.But it’s pretty clear based on the things he says that he’s writing from a place of white privilege.  He in no way manages to even scratch the surface about why economic inequality is a real problem and without intervention most poor underprivileged kids will remain poor and underprivileged.  I wonder how driven this guy actually was when he was a teenager. Did he take advantage of whatever the equivalent of all those resources was back in the dark ages when he was a teen? And I wonder how many high schools in West Philadelphia the author has visited to share his infinite wisdom on how he would make it out of West Philadelphia.

White privilege is real in America and it has real effects, like people writing articles telling us what they’d do if they were a poor black kid. And if white privilege is real then it’s converse is real and needs to be acknowledged. Sitting around blaming people because they didn’t jump through all the hoops or step on all the fiery coals when it is indeed possible to do so is not going to fix the problem. Or should we face the even uglier truth that most people who benefit from white and or economic privilege don’t really want the problem fixed.

Not surprisingly, someone wrote a response to that guys post already. There have probably been several already because, even though I’m sure that article was written to get a bunch of page views, the article was just that ridiculous.

Blizzard brain block

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on February 10, 2010 by klysha

I’m sitting in the house snowed in for the 5th day in a row so you’d think I’d be pumping out blog posts like nobody’s business. But the snow has turned me into the worst kind of slacker. I’m getting waaay too used to sitting around getting paid to do absolutely nothing …My expectations for how much I feel like should be expected to do for each dollar per hour I make is starting to go down at about the same rate that the number of inches of snow outside is increasing. As a matter of fact a couple more days of this and there’s a good chance* I’ll have the following conversation with my supervisor the next time I’m in the office:

Supervisor: Any chance you’ll get this project finished by the end of the week?

Me (while blowing my freshly polished fingernails dry): Excuse me but I looked at my last pay statement and I was still getting paid at the sit on my butt and do nothing rate. I’ll need to see at least 30% increase if you expect me to actually complete assignments

 Aside from the snowed in slackerism, I can’t really decide what I want to talk about. I’ve read about a lot of useless tomfoolery while I’ve been held hostage by the Snowtorious B.I.G., but I can’t seem to piece together a whole cohesive piece. 

Blog posts Ive considered writing today include the following:

When a rapping roach goes to jail: My deep thoughts and reflections

Things I’ve learned from reading Sarah Palins hand

John Mayers racist penis and you

10 reasons Valentine’s Day makes my toenails itch

But all I’ve actually managed to accomplish today is beating my high score on Bejeweled and making a bomb Welch’s grape juice snow cone.

Perhaps if I someone chooses one of the potential topics I’ll feel compelled to write a post, if not I’ll go back to browsing through Twitter posts and maybe give myself a much needed pedicure. I actually might write the Valentines day post if I can convince myself there’s a good reason not to pretend it doesn’t exist entirely.

*By good chance I mean not a chance in Hades…I still enjoy receiving my paycheck on schedule every two weeks

Yes I’m still single…now mind your business

Posted in Relationships, Uncategorized with tags , , , , on December 25, 2009 by klysha

There’s one topic that I haven’t talked about directly yet partly because it just  hits way too close to home and partly because the horse has been beaten to within an inch of his life already.  But since the topic eventually comes up at every gathering of 3 or more single black females, it can’t be avoided forever so I may as well get it all off my chest.

In the past week and a half I’ve read the following:

ABC news just did a story that featured a group of attractive successful black women who were offering their take why there are so many black women who want to be married but can’t find a mate. It was a pretty insightful piece save for some possibly faulty statistics (by the way almost all statistics are faulty) and the appearance of Steve Harvey adding his misogynistic old man wisdom to the dialogue. (Incidentally one of the girls featured in the piece was FAMU alumni….shouts out my Rattlers!)

About a week and a half ago I read an article in the Washington post about a young lady who is writing a book called “Bitch is the New Black” that tackles the woes successful black women have finding mates. The story has already been picked up and is supposed to be made into a movie. I’m not thrilled about the title,  but I’m excited to see how her version of the story is told (I’m also secretly hating on her for beating me to the punch).

One of my favorite bloganistas wrote a very good piece on her reflections on the young lady mentioned above’s story as well as her take on the topic.

All this reading and talking about the dismal relationship outlook for black women is  enough to make a girl want to give up dating and take up a more fulfilling pastime with more satisfying rewards….like self electrocution. But strong and determined black women that we are, we press on and keep the faith that despite the odds our prince will find his way to us one day.

After reading all this stuff I felt like I had very little to add to the dialogue. It’s not like every black woman I know isn’t fully aware that finding a black man to date who isn’t incarcerated, unemployed, gay, or who has at least 75% of his teeth is about as common as actually winning more than $1 on a lottery scratch off..and getting a black man possessing at least three of these characteristics to give up the luxury of having many options and actually commit to you exclusively is about as common as winning the megamillions. Er…Perhaps this is a bad analogy because it plays into the black man as a coveted prize stereotype too closely…at any rate…what more can I say??.

I doubt my experiences  as a single black woman are all that different from those of just about every other beautiful successful fabulous black woman I know. But I’ll share a few anyway.

I’ve been asked countless times why I’m still single. This seemingly innocuous question is probably one of the most irritating because how do you really answer that after you’ve gotten tired of the standard “Because I haven’t met the right person yet”???

Just for giggles I think I’ll reply with a completely straight face, “Obviously I’m fundamentally flawed as a person”  the next time someone asks me that then sit back and enjoy the uncomfortable response that’s sure to follow.

The prying and inappropriateness doesn’t stop with innocuous questions like that of course.  I’ve actually had an older Greek woman who I work with ask me why I’m not married, then go on to tell me that I must make finding a husband my priority. Gee thanks for the life advice…I’ll try to remember to pick one up at the supermarket on my way home.

I’ve had my supervisor…who isn’t known for his tact… make statements in meetings in reference to my tendency to overexplain things such as “see that’s why you’ll always be single.” Thanks for speaking those positive affirmations into my life chief.  Now I feel obligated to get married just to prove you wrong.

Even my mom asked me recently whether I planned to get married. She then went on to ask why I nor my friends seemed to be making any steps toward getting married. This is somewhat out of character for my mother, but I suppose that she saw what time it was on my biological clock too*. Yes mom I know the window for bringing you some grandkids is getting smaller every day. But can you not remind me of that for another 20 twenty minutes please…I’d like to enjoy my cup of cocoa without calculating the shelf life of my eggs today.

My favorite is when my married male friends offer their wisdom by suggesting that I must be too picky. Perhaps I am. But I think at least a minimum amount of selectiveness should be excused even if you’re only looking at someone’s potential to spend the rest of your life with**.

At any rate, I jumped off the “pressed to find a husband bandwagon” a long time ago, like probably around birth since I don’t ever recall being a member of this camp, but I’d like to marry one day and have a kid without the aid of a sperm bank. However, I also enjoy my life as a single woman. And despite the numerous attempts by society to make me feel otherwise, I don’t feel inadequate without Mrs. attached to my name. And while I appreciate the concern, I’d actually appreciate a little less advice,  a lot fewer questions, and maybe a smidge less social pressure while I try to enjoy dating, wait on God’s timing,  eat Hagen Da’az and cry myself to sleep.

*Other possible explainations for my mom’s inquiry include: 1. suspicions that I’m gay and I’m just hanging out with a gang of lesbians who have sworn off men for life and 2. just making friendly mother daughter conversation. By the way, mom, if you ever happen to stumble across my blog I’m just playing. I don’t mind you inquiring about my social life at all.
** I might write a follow up piece that touches on this topic in the near future. Maybe in my follow up piece I’ll touch on interracial dating since the second most popular advice after don’t be so picky is try dating other races. That topic is ripe with controversy and I love controversy.

If you haven’t had enough, this sister wrote another really good blog on the topic. She advises us not to feed into the panic situation that’s played up by the media. I already talked about my feelings about media hype when I talked about the swine flu.

Unforgetable Christmas gifts and other folly from a snowed in southern girl

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on December 20, 2009 by klysha

Nothing like a foot and a half of snow and counting to both put me in the Christmas spirit  and leave me in the house bored long enough to write a post about it. The sad thing about Christmas these days is the first thing that usually comes to peoples minds when they hear the word Christmas is shopping (or maybe that’s me…as a self-proclaimed  shopaholic the first thing that comes to my mind when you say just about anything is shopping…but I digress). Regardless of what your religious beliefs happen to be Christmas should still be more about giving love and cherishing the people who mean the most to you. My family has decided to forego off the gift exchanging this year and replaced it with spending quality time together at a cabin in the mountains. I for one can’t wait. I can barely remember the Christmas gifts*  I’ve gotten for the past several years but I’ll never forget the fun times I’ve had with my folks. 

Anyway now that I’ve gotten all that falala***  out of the way I’ll get to the point of this post. Today I thought I’d share some gift ideas for those of you who have not foregone the gift exchange, that you can give if you don’t want your gift to be forgotten! I scoured the web and some of my Twitter followers Twitpics to find these so you don’t have to.  

Shave your own baby doll

 

1. The Shave Your Own Baby Doll! I’m really not sure what the point of this is but I guarantee this gift would not be forgotten. I’m just really hoping that the hair on this gift is replacable or the fun will be over pretty quickly. Then again maybe the fun should be short lived with this gift…

Cuddling Arm Pillow

 

2. No one ever had an answer when the Emotions asked “What do the lonely do at Christmas?” Well here’s the answer! A cuddling arm pillow**. Trust me I have lots of experience with this scenario…and that happens to be one of my favorite Christmas songs.

Nothing says class like words on your %$$

 

3. Okay so maybe you know the relationship is going south. Nothing will say forget me not louder than a pair of undies from Say it With Thongs with exactly what you think about your mate printed right above their unmentionables.  In case you can’t see the words, this particular pair reads “Gold Digger.” Hey I never said all these gifts would get you remembered as a romeo.

* Perhaps the reason I barely remember these gifts is I’ve barely gotten any in years…. Santa…seriously we need to talk…I’ve been really really good

** Don’t sleep. I’m seriously considering ordering one of these for myself since I’m likely the only one who’ll be purchasing gifts for me LOL.

***Seriously I’m just joking about any implied saltiness about my lack of gifts..I appreciate all the gifts and love I’ve received over the years…and all I really want for Christmas is to spend time with my family and for everyone to be safe and happy this year

And in other snowed in news…why did I read on Twitter that a DC cop pulled a gun at a snowball fight….huh?

for real dude a gun to a snowball fight?

And if you drive a Mini Cooper and decide to venture out in the worst snow snorm in DC in almost a decade…I won’t say you deserve to get stranded…..but…..

mistaking a Mini Cooper for a Hummer = fail

Anyway if you haven’t guessed from the contents of this post…yes I’m bored.  I promise I’ll bring something thoughtful and inciteful next time….in the meantime I’m bout to go shuck some corn**** then make some hot cocoa.

****yes I’m bout to actually shuck corn