Yes, we’ve moved the site. Mainly because so many of you have logged on in the past month and frankly, we needed to become legitimate. SO…now you can drop the Alphabet Soup web address and go direct to www.beyondblackwhite.com. I promise not to put up any “Donate” buttons, but if you’d like to punch an ad link a few hundred times I won’t be mad at-cha.
See you on the other side!
So tonight is our last night at Band Camp WTI, and I’ve got to say, despite it’s EPIC cheesiness, it has been a blast. We went to the big shin dig on the lake, with pre-July 4th fireworks and a country band. The whole thing reminded me of the Bernstein Bears. The only thing missing was the banjo. I must admit I was totally into the whole scene until they band played Dixie, and…well…I do not wish I was born in the Land of Cotton, because my butt would have been out there picking it, so I stood in silent protest for all the negroes (my mother included) who pricked their thumbs on those cotton needles and blistered in the sun to make someone else wealthy. No thanks! But! Grand ‘Ol Flag was a song I could get down with, and well, with the beer flowing like Niagra Falls, it was a beautiful thing. Too bad I don’t have any pics from tonight; I was too drunk to hold the camera straight. But here’s some other pretty ones:
Special thanks to Afua (see my blog roll, Conversations with my Sisters) who brought this video to my attention. I’ve been trying all darned day to get this thing up right and kept getting a lot of gobbledygook, but since I thought the message was so important, I persevered! Now here it is. I may be late, but what can I say? I listen to talk radio.
What I love the most about this video is not so much the negativity this couple faced from generation to generation, but that last gesture Ms. Keyes made–that glimmer of hope that, despite the REALLY MAD LOOKING BLACK DUDE staring daggers at the guy, she would open the door…and her heart.
As this website gains popularity, my detractors have accused me of elevating other races over black men. I offer this post as PROOF to the contrary!
Oh Lawd. Mel Gibson has misplaced his mind... AGAIN. He needs to find it quickly. I’d like to help. I’m not completely certain where it might be, but his anus might be a good place to start.
Apparently, he is in real fear that his former lover and baby mama, Oksana Grigorieva, will be raped by a pack of negroes. Okay…he didn’t say it quite that nice, but this blog is (mostly) PG-13.
It’s a shame too, because I liked me some Mel back in the day. Who knew he was a raving, closeted Klu Klux Klan cartoon? Has he been hiding that cone head hat underneath all that hair? Up his ass maybe? Maybe he just has a tattoo on his man parts that says, “White’s Only,” or “Coloreds go to the back.”
Boy. As a former public relations person myself, I can only imagine how hard his publicist had to work to keep that crap about his personality under wraps:
Publicist: Mel, you simply can’t call Danny G. a gorilla.
Mel: Yes I can.
Publicist: No you can’t.
Mel: Yes I can, yes I can, yes I caaaaaaaaannnn!!!
Tsk, tsk. Mel seems to have a distaste for Jews AND Negroes. Will he even try to talk his way out of this one? I know we’re in the age of, doing something bad/evil and then saying you’re sorry, but….what the heck will be his comeback this time?
Maybe he could say something like this: “The recording is muffled! It’s a trick! What I said was, I thought she might be raped by a pack of chiggers!”(damned chiggers!) AND THEN, he could parade the two black friends who wash his car out in front of the media to testify that Mel is really and nice guy– after he pays off their mortgages and fronts the bill for all their kids to attend Ivy League schools. After a little hand-greasing, they might say,” he just…gets a little nutty sometimes, you know, when he’s off his meds.” Speaking of meds, maybe he could go into rehab like all the other celebrity losers do. Is there such thing as anti-semetic/anti-racist rehab? Is it anything like those places that try to make gay people straight?
Just a thought.
The question is one I’ve often wondered about myself. But since I’m no fancy schmancy dating expert or anything, I brought in (the now very famous) Deborrah Cooper to tackle it:
I have liked a guy for a long time now..over a year to be exact. I noticed that he was staring at me one day. At first I was afraid to approach and assumed that he would eventually do it. So,week after week, I would go to his place of work at my school(which is accessible to all the college students) and wait for him to say something…never happened. So,after a number of months and a whole lot of guts and courage, I went up and talked to him. He was visibly nervous. I made a joke and he laughed(quite loudly-but it made my heart melt,lol) Then on occasion I would say “hi”,but he would never initiate it…ever. He would just stare and stare ,but never say anything,even when I came close he seemed to move away or not want to answer any of my questions…but sure enough when I turned around to look back, he would stare and not let go of the stare. So,here I am puzzled and annoyed. What should I do?
Okay, Deborrah, be gentle! She’s a college girl!
Short of this guy being in the Witness Protection program and afraid to be found out, a felon on the run using an assumed identity, or a spy, there is a simple explanation for this guy’s behavior.
Men are really not complicated creatures at all. When they really want something, they go after it with everything they have. A man that isn’t sure he wants something won’t move on it until he is. A man that is only mildly interested in something won’t pay much attention long-term, though he may show intermittetent or brief interest in it. And a man that isn’t interested at all will just look to check the thing out, but he won’t say or do anything to acquire that item.
Sadly, these are the types of situations where women set themselves up to be used. Women will decide they like/love a man that doesn’t really like/love them back. She has sex, then when it becomes apparent that the high level of interest she seeks isn’t there, she feels shortchanged and manipulated.
What she hasn’t realized yet is this guy isn’t that interested in her. He may look at her because she is pretty and men (visual creatures that they are), love to look at pretty things. He may look at her because he likes her ass. He may look at her becasue she reminds him of someone else. There are many reasons a man will stare at a woman! But one thing she can bet on is if an entire year has gone by, and even with her friendliness and encouragement he barely speaks, I would venture to say that his interest in her is mild at best and that she should like someone else instead.