January 11, 2008

What Folks Look Like

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Hostess commented over on LH’s spot about how people’s writing is an indicator of how they look. I’m not sure about that. I guess I’m not sure because I haven’t given much thought to what too many people actually look like. I don’t really have a mental picture when I read for their actual looks. What I do is have personality profiles in mind that may or may not match actual people. I do have to admit, though, that sometimes people’s self perceptions are just “off” and you know it in your gut.

Now, I do know some “clues” that absolutely will not help you out in trying to discern someone’s actual appearance. Wrote a list about it. Wanna read it? Here it go!!!

1. Pan-hellenic affiliations are no help. Think about it in real life. How often do members of these organizations actually match their stereotypes? More often than not, they don’t. I still don’t know what the stereotype for DST is. I’ve got to be the last living soror without a clue, or maybe I just ignore the clues. Anyway, I’ve seen many a Kappa who’s not cute and know quite a few Alphas who are not ghey. I even know some Omegas who are quite handsome even though they’re not muscle-packed stud muffins, and some of them are actually quite civilized. Go figure. And guess what?!! All Zetas aren’t fat either. Nor or all AKAs cute and dumb. I know a few members of other organizations who actually fit that mold. My point is that this tidbit of info will not help.

2. Talk of refined tastes and worldliness are not indicators of an exceptional exterior. They just are what they are–evidence that someone has had unique experiences. All of the spas in the world cannot change what nature has decreed.

I’ve decided mid-post to stop my list because you know what? Of course you don’t know. I haven’t told you yet.

Well, if you’re drawn to a person because of the words that s/he writes, then how important is how s/he looks if the words have been written with honesty? In truth, the person has told you who s/he is, and that’s enough for you to know if you like them or not. In my maturity, I am more drawn to attractive character than to attractive biceps. I just recalled meeting someone on a dating site who was completely enamored with my picture, but it was only a head shot. He asked me questions on the phone like he was interviewing me without considering that I may not think him too hot (which I really didn’t). He wanted a full body shot because he didn’t like big girls, and he couldn’t mess with me if I was too big. I thought, “You shallow *word I don’t wanna put in print*!!! My response was that I lied like a rug and repented later. I gave him exxagerated figures and attached an old photo where I’d gained weight from some medication I was on. After I put him in his place and told him about his young shallow aspirin, wouldn’t you know I didn’t hear from that shallow so and so again?

I am attractive, but odd as it may seem, people who are drawn to me strictly for that reason are turn-offs to me. I’m forever wanting someone to see ME, the person inside the body. Isn’t that what honest blogs allow you to do? See the person without the body? And if you’re like dating site dude, it’s far better to stick with the fantasy and bypass the reality in case the face-to-face vision just leaves you dissatisfied. Words are powerful and they can hurt but so can the look of disappointment on the face of someone who finds a blind date to be not to his/her liking. I will not pretend like I do not know that look because I have intentionally presented myself as less than my best before (truthfully, looking plum crazy) to test someone’s character (how crazy is that?) and got “the look.” In fact, I get a secret pleasure out of those who underestimate me as they always look pie-faced in the end, but the look still hurt. I was disappointed by the deficiency I felt was a flaw in the person’s character. I will admit though that that’s a game I only play with people who have already shown signs of shallowness. Folks who act “normal” and to whom I’m already drawn get me looking like I got some sense.

*Early on in the post I stopped to look for a picture to post but decided against it. What difference would it make? Would it make one? I don’t know.*

I’ve digressed so much I don’t have a clue where I was going with this. Anyway, does it really matter how one looks if his or her words do something for you? Inspire, motivate, or soothe you perhaps? Does the package really matter? Methinks not, but what would I know? One person’s princess is another person’s mud duck.

January 10, 2008

Ode to Brutha Code

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Aww, man!! My absolute favorite hilarious blogger of all time has retired: Brutha Code. Although I understand, I’m disappointed just the same. Too bad he won’t be like Jordan and make a comeback with hopefully more success. You can check out his farewell post at www.bruthacode.com. An absolute comedic genius is going to rest y’all, so in the immortal and melodramatic vein of Boyz II Men, I present to you my (un)poetic version of–”It’s So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday.”

It’s so hard to say goodbye to BC
cause I’ll always remember tales
of near international incidents
of childhood nothings and somethings that reminded us all of times past
of crushes and romances or just sexcapades and
escapades of the dizzle
drunkenness and bizarre Asian dishes
And who can forget his rarely shown but extremely memorable sensitive side?
So hard to say goodbye to yesterday

So over time we’ve learned
he appreciates fine womanish Blackness
well-prepared cuisine
his I-know-he’s-not Republican status :)
his penchant for armchair psychology
his contradictory sociology on Blackness
and his love for his people, whomever he defines them to be
And all this we learned through
side-splitting laughter
that could make you hiccup
or fall over on your side
embarrass yourself in an office full of white folks
where his words were so charged
they couldn’t even be repeated in the mixed company
of the melanin-deprived
I mean words so full of hilarity
that his blog alone made “ROFLMAO”
ridiculously insufficient

Although I’m a poet, I know this ain’t no poetry
And I just want to thank you for every memory
This is just my ode to Brutha Code to whom it’s so hard to say goodbye

May the Brutha Code blog RIP
*I poured a cyber-swig for our homey.*