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OCCUPY TELEVISION!!!

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Before I begin this article, let me first say that I have loved TV from since I could remember.  I believe it all started with Sesame Street, then cartoons (Popeye, Bugs Bunny and The Superfriends were my favorites).  Next, I graduated to The Little Rascals and Leave it to Beaver reruns.

My family teased me about my love of TV.  If I was into a program, you could do nothing short of give birth or set yourself on fire before getting my attention.  At first, this embarrassed me and I would deny that it was true.  I was not a TV-aholic!  But alas, the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem or that you don’t have a life.  So I’m here to say…Good morning.  My name is Dita and I am a TV-aholic.

I thought nothing could separate me from one of the loves of my life.  Not until in recent years with the gamut of trash put out by the powers that be, that is.  You know what I’m talking about.  You can’t ignore them because they’re everywhere – Housewives of This or That, Snookie ‘Nem, Ba-Ba Kids and Love, Hip-Hop and Thugs Galore.  If I see one more fight with hoochie mammas and baby daddies!  And I could of bet you good money that Jerry Springer was cancelled, but as of the publishing date of this article, nope!  And that guy that comes on who scours the web for the most ridiculous, nastiest and foulest videos ever?  Ugh!  I purposely don’t use his name because knowing him, he’d probably love it.

And even the children’s cartoons are weird and downright obnoxious.  And before anyone asks the question – How does she know if she wasn’t watching these shows herself – it’s because I was watching these shows!  At least momentarily…that’s how I know they are so bad and horribly awful.  What can I say, curiosity got the best of me but common sense ruled.  Click.

What just happened?  People, that is the sound we should make to let the puppetmaster know that we have a brain, morals and class.  So when their stations produce programming worthy of our attention and time, then we’ll check back with them and not before.

Occupy TV, ya’ll.

Who’s Got Next? – Christian Keyes

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Far be it for me to relegate a human being to eye candy or beefcake.  We all know we are – speaking specifically about the male counterpart – much more than that.

BUT isn’t it amazing how someone you’ve never met (and will never meet) can just ooze sex appeal???  That’s what I thought about Christian Keyes, an up and coming actor.  I saw him first in Tyler Perry’s play Madea Goes to Jail on DVD.  I’m just gonna say it – I pushed rewind more than once just to see him and his bare chest.  Umhum, sure did!

But thankfully, he’s very talented and seemingly very humble too.  Most recently, I’ve enjoyed him on BET’s Let’s Stay Together playing a character named Troy.  According to an interview on BET.com he’s planning more projects in the future.  Gotta luv that!

Sexual Cannibalism

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A while back, I was watching Nova on channel 10.  Could you believe PBS had a program on about sexual cannibalism?  Alright, alright, it was referring to the insect world, but I have to admit I was thrown off guard.

Insects like the Praying Mantis and the Austrailian Redback spider (females) actually eat their sexual partners – while in the sexual act itself!  The Redback is so extraordinary because the male literally offers himself by flipping over on to the bigger female.  He begins to copulate and she begins to feast.  Wow!

So then I began to think, how similar this is to some human relationships.  How many times have we watched a strong, capable man offer himself willingly to his love and she turn around and scratch his eyes out?  Hey, I’ve got two ex-sisters-in-law that would fit that description perfectly.  But even more than that, I have a male friend who is married and has children.  He works, cleans up, cooks, takes care of the kids while this woman either sleeps all day (claiming to be sick - no one is sick that much) or is on the phone all day gossiping.  He can’t have friends.  She doesn’t like them.  Can’t have a good relationship with his own family either.  She’s intimidated by them.  But oh, he must LOVE her family and jump at every wish – of hers and theirs.  Epiphany.  She’s eaten him up.  Devoured him.  And if he doesn’t watch it, he’ll be nonexistant in his own eyes since he’s obviously nothing in her’s.

Sexy, Sexy Barry

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Barry is so sexy to me ya’ll!!  Who is Barry?  It’s what they used to call Barack when he was in college, that’s what.  Yeah I said it, he’s sexy.  I know to some I’ve almost blasphemed but they’ll get over it.  Back to the subject at hand, Barry.  Disclaimer:  from henceforth President Obama will be referred to as Barry.  When you see Barry, know that, yes, I am talking ’bout the President.  Saying ‘President Obama’ is a little unsexy and wordy, if you know what I mean. 

Anyway, have you noticed his walk?  It’s actually a swagger  He is long, lean, and muscular.  Did you see those pictures?  Umhmm…He is very smart, a little nerdy even but I get that.  Intelligence has always gotten my attention.  He has perfect teeth even if he does have smoker’s lips.  Thank goodness he quit.  I don’t mind though, it gives him character.  And you know what’s so funny?  I’m not a political person at all.  Nope.  I heard everybody gasp.  Calm down.  No, I don’t think one man can solve the problems of the world.  I try to be a spiritual person and therefore believe deeply that it will take someone bigger and better than us to get it right.

That doesn’t mean that we don’t do what we can to improve what we can or make an impact on others.  But don’t believe the hype – we can’t do anything we want. If that were true, I’d end suffering, hunger, wars, death, sickness, and cancel Dancing With the Stars TV show.

So love politics?  No. Love me some Barry?  Yessssssssssss.

Citibank is a Predator

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This is a rant, plain and simple.  Okay, almost a year ago today my eldest brother died.  My mom was his closest adult kin.  He was divorced with two minor children.

Anyway, in the process of taking care of his business we found that he had mortgage insurance.  For those of us who are not aware of it, mortgage insurance is taken out just in case the homeowner(s) die.  If such is the case, then the mortgage will most likely be paid in full.  Simple, right?

Nope.  We begin the process of calling the mortgage company first.  We get connected to a Christina at Citibank – which was probably not her real name.  She gives a laundry list of things to do among which I clearly heard her say “probate court.”  Isn’t that where you go when there are questions about who the property of the deceased goes to?  We didn’t have those questions.  His property would go to his 17-year-old child on June 10, 2012 when she turns 18, that’s who.

In fact, Christina was so bold as to write a letter that listed the instructions in it just in case we forgot.  I know she could probably tell we hadn’t ever done anything like this before, but you know, we were smart enough to ask questions before making major decisions.  And ask questions we did.  We talked to a kind lawyer (They do exist!) who graciously told us that neither probate court or for that matter anything on Citibank’s list was needed.  In his words, insurance is insurance.  Meaning, a call and a death certificate should get the ball rolling.  At the very most, there will be a few forms to be filled out as a matter of record.  That’s it.

So my question to the audience is what in the world was Citibank up to?  I can only think that Christina of Citibank was trying to get my mother to sign my deceased brother’s house over in her name so she would be responsible for the mortgage instead of getting it totally paid off.

I am only writing this blog so others won’t fall for this okey doke.  This is predatory and insidious.  Times are tough and corporations are playing mean.  If someone is rushing you to do something, then say NO.  Then back up and ask questions to an independent source.

Needless to say, we got the information we needed.   Now my niece and nephew have their inheritance.  Have any one of you guys had similar experiences?  Let me know.

What I Really Believe About the Influence of Women

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This I believe…as a woman, I have no better inspiration than the women who have helped shaped my life and values.  Don’t get me wrong, I love men.  I need them in my life – my father, my brothers, friends and my future husband (whoever he may be).  I love the power, intelligence and humanity of men - and when all of this is wrapped in compassion…O, how beautiful!

However, nothing touches my soul like the spirit of a true kinswoman.  It does not matter from which time period, location or nationality either.  Being a natural people watcher anyway, if a group of diverse women are congregated somewhere I’ll stop and take a slow look around.  I wonder at their lives and histories.  It makes me so proud to see our distinct beauties and physical differences.

So being proud of my sex (and yes, I do have a badge somewhere), I cannot think of just one person whose influence was life changing because by and far, there are just too many.  Like my beloved first grade teacher, Mrs. Zurbregg, who had the best hugs.  Or even when I see a momma wrestling with her babies and taking care of her business, I say the sisterhood prayer, “Go on, girl.”  Or like funny lady, Carol Burnett, of whom I remember thinking what a great job she had – making people laugh while most of the time laughing herself or at herself.  How I wanted to be Dorothy skipping along the yellow brick road in Oz.  She was a brave little girl in a big, strange place.

How did Madame C. J. Walker, the first American woman millionaire, really succeed?  Did she have a plan or did she stumble into it?  Where did Rosa Parks’s bravery come from?  Did it lay dormant like a seed and sprout at just the right time or was it gradual and step by step?  If Jane Austin or Emily Bronte were alive now would their books spark a revolution and the nerve of romantics worldwide or would we dismiss them as just some more Harlequinesque-type writers?  I know I can’t get enough of their gentile and subtlety sensual word pictures.  These two women are the first authors I remember by name.  I have always loved to read, but when I read their books, I began to love to write.

Lastly and most importantly, there’s my own mother.  When very young, I recall looking up at her thinking that she has got to be the fiercest woman in the world.  Now that I am not so young, I look over to her and tacitly think the same.

Ultimately, looking at these examples make me question facets of my personality.  What can I do to ensure that when I am called that I will indeed answer.  I want to be able to answer.  This is what I really do believe – that because of these dear women, I will no doubt be willing, be able and be empowered to answer.

The Decline of the Dancing Ad-Men

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The Dancing Ad-Men, or people if you will.  You know them.  This is the person who stands in front of a particular business, holds an advertisement sign and will dance a jig to boot.

This gimmick started out as funny, cute even.  Because most of the time the ad-person was a fuzzy-headed, young lad of sixteen who you just knew loved being out there because he was getting out of the real work that his coworkers were doing inside.  There are even several commercial that focused on this trend.

But now it’s gotten pretty sad.  More and more I see older persons trying to bust a move (or not).  Actually, the older pop lockers tend to look like poor souls who took the first job that came his or her way.  I think to myself, maybe they’re down and out or have kids to feed.  The economy is bad, ya know.  Far from making me want to go into the store to buy, instead, it makes me look for the tip cup so I can drop in a five.

Just sayin.’


 

Crazy People and the Things They Say and Do

I love the way crazy people get away with saying or doing what they want, when they want and sometimes to whom they want.  Crazy can be bad, sure.  Look at Anders Breivik in Norway.  That’s bad crazy all over.  But then, from some types of crazy come the most amazing words, films, art and deeds.  Lastly, some crazy brings on just more plain old crazy.  I’ve listed some examples below, you decide.

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You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America’s Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn’t want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named ‘Bush’, ‘Dick’, and ‘Colon.’ Need I say more? – Chris Rock

Dr. John Harvey Kellogg

Dr. John Kellogg helped to change breakfast way back in the 1800’s.  At this time only rich people could afford a “good” breakfast while the rest was stuck with porridge.  Dr. Kellogg changed that with two words:  Corn Flakes!

The good doctor had one weird obsession though:  masturbation prevention.  To which he claimed caused serious health problems like excessive hair loss, excessive hair growth, blindness, nausea, insanity and cancer to name just a few.  To prevent masturbation, he advocated special dieting, circumcision (and not at birth mind you) and everything from special genital contraptions to electric shock therapy.  Talk about weird science.

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I was crazy back when being crazy really meant something. – Charles Manson

 Nikolai Tesla

This man invented many, many things.  Just to name a few, the AC, the induction motor, wireless technology, the radar and robotics.

His crazy?  Can you say OCD?  Not just washing hands, but a number three obsession to the ‘enth degree.  As when he entered a building, he had to walk around it three times.  He had to have nine napkins at dinner because nine was divisible by three.  His hotel room number had to be divisible by three as well.  And, of course, he counted all of his food before he ate it and hated dust, anything round or metal.  Wow.

True friends stab you in the front. – Oscar Wilde

Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy. – Sigmund Freud

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Andrew Jackson

Old Hickory.  Twern’t called that for nuthin’ ya’ll.  Yes, he was the seventh president, fought and won battles, reduced the national debt and caused important structural changes to bureaucratic and political systems at the time.

But in our time, Old Hickory would have easily been called the Terminator.  Why?  He was shot at (and hit) so many times and survived that he probably jangled when he walked.  Good thing the musket was a historically inaccurate gun.  But it landed enough shots in him that he coughed up blood on a regular basis.  And the name “Old Hickory?”  Dude carried a hickory stick and would whoop tail at a drop of an eyelid.

Crazy self.

Is Three Years Old Too Young to be a Hustler?

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I’ve got to share this story that my brother, Dan, told me the other day.  It was around the time his clothes dryer went out, which caused him to have to go to a laundry mat. As he tells it, he had scads of clothes washed so he puts almost $30 into the coin machine.  He puts his clothes into several machines, inserting coins as he went along.

Around this time, a small child walked up.  He had on tattered clothing, and, of course, had a snotty nose and big brown eyes to boot.  His mother is on the other side of the room with several other similar-looking kids.  She looked like a hard case herself.  Anyway, the little boy stood nearby, staring at Dan.  After a while, Dan said he looked up and thought if he just smiled at him, the little boy would soon walk off.

Nope.  He continued to stare and quietly inched up closer.  Each machine Dan moved to, this little boy followed.  After a while, maybe his mother started to miss him or something because she yells, “Boy!  C’mon down here and stop bothering that man!”  This Lil’ G yells back as clear as day, “Aw, Momma!  I’m tryin’ to get me some money!”

I ask you, is three years old too young to be a hustler?