Alter Egos ` Part Deux

So...Phoenix Rayne in pants...anybody who grew up with me during this time period pretty much knows about that craziness. Sneaking out, being accused of stealing cars, hanging out with people who stole cars and carried weapons that I can't mention just in case, perfecting hiding weaponry in weaves and so forth, finding inconvenient ways to get the attention she thought she deserved, et cetera.

All that to say, there comes a time when your alter ego has to either disappear or merge into who you are (short of schizo), to help to to grow and understand life in a different way. That it is a defense mechanism, a way to protect you from some unseen emotion or conviction. Being able to say that you as an alter ego did something is almost like a subconscious justification for the action to the dominant personality. Like an actor on stage, the vulnerability factor goes through the roof for both the actor and the character, but at the end of the day, the actor can say 'I didn't do this action b/c the character wouldn't have done it'. With an alter, you can assume the character and assume the world is the stage, but it only works if there are other players - and if you are able to shed that character at the end of the scene.

But my alter ego still lives a little, and if I drink she sometimes has an accent. Every once in a while, I will throw caution to the wind and just live (that's what wigs are for). But, as you get older, you don't have the same safety nets that you do when you are younger. If you slash a tire now, you might actually catch a case if someone sees you do it. If you have that hot passionate sex with a total stranger, you might be assassinated. If you fight at the club, your @$$ might just go to jail. If you fall in love, you may have your heart broken without a repairman nearby to fix it...or a sponsor... ;-p

So the moral of this story, live life without regrets, accept yourself for who are and if you want to change something about yourself, change it in a healthy way, but still be true to yourself and don't drop standards for anything or anyone and you won't need an alter ego...just a few wigs, a nice pair of hater blockers, and a tight mini dress to wear while you get down with the get down!

'Tis All.

Let's talk about Alter Egos

Everyone has one nowadays. Ciara has CiCi, Lil' Jon a la Dave Chapelle, Michael Jackson has Diana Ross...I'm not exempt from this phenom.

In elementary school, I came home from school to find my clothes being thrown in a garbage bag because wearing pants was / is against the Word. Traumatic I know.

So it was around this time that I started sneaking. It started with putting pants I salvaged from the fireless bon-fire in my bag and changing in the bathroom at school. I had these polka-dotted red and white overall shorts that were something fierce!

Sneaking pants led to wearing make up which led to being flirtacios which led to a whole host of fool-ush-ness I won't go into that resulted in me being the take first ask questions later attention-whore. A.K.A. Phoenix Rayne in pants....

Battery is low on the phone. To Be Continued.

'Tis NOT All.

Diva Is For Divine

I am currently re-reading 'Unveiling the Diva Mystique' and I think that every Christian female (and especially Eastern Stars) should pick this book up at least once. It beautifully illustrates guiding principles that shows that we are Divas not because our nails and hair are laid, but because we are justified by our God and how living for Him ultimately makes us into the awesome women we are! Yep, I'm a Diva.... and not b/c BeyBounce' made the song.

In a non-diva-like manner, I saw a man today that made me trip while getting ready to walk in traffic. What do you say to something like that? What do you do besides shrug your shoulders and remind yourself that 20% of men in DC carry that Silent Assassin - that Ninja - that Sniper.

In other news I met a Latino named Joe. That was a new experience for me. He asked me for my number...then he asked me where I lived. That is a big no-no.

But back to the topic at hand, 'Diva Mystique' also gives you questions for reflection at the end of each lesson to make your life more diva-licious by the Word. Like a cool glass of wine on a lonely winter night wrapped in a blanket next to a warm fire...or a cold kool-aid next to a space heater.

Just go read the book...this could go on all night

'Tis All.

Iraqi Kiss

Really? They say that this is the most disrespectful way to show disapproval... But, you have to give props where props is due...Bush dodged those shoes like Black men avoid the cops, like Kobe avoids white women, Soldja Boy avoids good lyrics, and Lil' Wayne avoids enunciation.

'Tis All.

Are you surprised?

Illinois Governor selling Senate seat:

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/12/09/AR2008120900987.html?hpid=topnews

Are we really surprised that the Man is trying to take further advantage of the political system? Next thing you know they are going to say to the Supreme Court, 'Well Obama may be a U.S. citizen, but he is connected to corrupt politicians.' No sh!t Sherlock.

In other news, I hate fake people and we should rid the world of them. Sometimes I wondered why militant black men marry white women (not that I am against healthy, inter-racial relationships, especially when the man in question is Seal).Imagine Larry Fishburne as Dap (School Daze) with Buffy the Vampire slayer. Does that surprise you anymore? It doesn't surprise me.

Alan Keyes and Clarence Thomas - do they surprise you?

I am the only Black female in my company. Does it surprise you that I am also the angry-Black-female just because there is no one else to put the label on? Does that give me a little leverage because no one know how I will react in any given situation? Would it surprise you if I decided that I needed to explore my Indian roots and SlapaHoe tribe? Would that make me guilty of being a stereotype, and if so would you be surprised that it did? I wouldn't. This chick up in here done went and lost her ever-loving mind. If I mysteriously disappear or stop working, you all will know why.

'Tis All.

What is the problem?

Don't you feel like asking people this sometimes when they are getting on your nerves?

You just want to look at them and say what is the problem, or what is your problem, or WTF is wrong with you, or whatever variation you prefer. I can't even go into details b/c it might put me in a compromising position.

But this is relevant in everyday life as well. DON'T send me a text and you are not my man (or a man that I am interested in) and say "what's up Sexy", "hey baby" or some other inappropriate non-relationship greeting. Even the Metro workers, don't call me a "shawty" or the like, I don't know you, man, WTF is your problem; then get mad when I don't say anything. Pff-shh. Unless you are that tall guy who wears his locs pulled back with the shape up in the front, the full lips, brown eyes, glasses, and the neatly trimmed mustache that gets off at my stop.

This is just a short random rant, and for this very reason, I want to start my own business. Pray for me saints that I don't end up making someone jump off of a cliff or slit their wrists to avoid having to ask this question.

'Tis All.

P.S.: You can always judge people by how they respond in times of crisis, and let me say officially that I love my family and friends very much so and this message does not apply to you.

Celebreality

Pon de Replay on these photos:


www.xarj.net circa 05.


Essence.com circa 08.

Now. Personally, I like a cheeseburger or two. Matter of fact, I had a cheeseburger last night. This girl got a little thick up ain't she? But, it very well could be that she is pregnant by Chris Brown. I hope not.

In other news, Essence.com just sent out the 5 best-dressed celebrity couples. I wonder if they choose these people based on whose popular at the time versus who really looks good. Personally this photo:

Essence.com

is a no-go for me. I sure there were several other couples that could have been chosen as runner-up. And while I'm hating on Beyonce, lest I forget later, this Etta James foolishness ...*sigh*.

Here is a picture of Etta James:


Here are pictures of Jill Scott and Queen Latifah:
www.blackvoices.com. (Excuse the Idris Elba).

Do you see why this is an outrage?

And, I am kinda sad to say that I kinda want to see the Notorious, even though I clearly think Tupac is the better option. In the cast list there is even a "Howard University Party girl" (www.imdb.com). That in itself is going to make me say Hmmm, as long as it's not another Tip Drill.

Today, I started my morning off with this:



Thought you might enjoy it (especially if you're a Prince fan - which by the way thanks for pulling some of your hard-to-find videos off of Youtube now your fans have to go through other sources to stroll down memory lane. OW~)

'Tis All.