“Everybody has a calling, and your real job in life is to get about your business and do it”~Oprah

As you all know yesterday was Oprah’s final episode of the Oprah Winfrey Show. It has been 25 years since Oprah graced household’s with her presence. A colored girl from Mississippi who everyone may have counted out because of the way she looked. Here stood a thick black woman with wide eyes and a convincing tongue. Oprah knew her business and with knowing her business was blessed not only with fortune and fame, but with a sense of being. Oprah’s last show recounted the years she devoted to her craft. A black woman in a pink dressed stood on a stage with a light pink chair as her back drop and talked about what her audience meant to her. Never sitting or acting sorrowful, she stood there and stared into the eyes of the audience. She stared into the camera as if she was talking to everyone individually. Lady O not only dropped knowledge, but wisdom that she has learned throughout the years.

Oprah’s message was very clear…”embrace the life you were given”. On a daily basis we complain about the things we don’t have. We stress out about the jobs we hate, another failed relationship even the money we don’t have in our bank accounts. We complain yet we do nothing about it. We sit there and wait it out as if some way somehow it’s gonna change without effort on our part. As Oprah said we have to “Start embracing the life that is calling you and use that calling to service the world.”  We are so against ourselves that we block our blessings without even realizing it. I know I’ve stood in my own way several times and never realized it until the moment passed me by. In life we have to learn from the mistakes we made and avoid making them again in the future. It’s all about learning as you go on in life.

My past has given me this platform to discuss what I’ve learned and still learning. When I first started blogging the folks that knew me were shocked about the confessions I made. Were in awe about the topics I discussed. They couldn’t believe my ability to discuss my past as if I didn’t care what anyone thought. In my mind I didn’t care. What I went through was what I went through. I gave myself a platform to not only discuss these common and not so common issues in relationships, it always allowed me the ability to heal. I’ve enjoyed writing since I was 12 years old. When my friends were outside running and playing I sat in front of my typewriter and wrote the pages of my first book. I never knew as I got older writing would be my passion. The key to life is finding something that gets you up in the morning. That makes you happy even if you don’t reap monetary benefit. This is my platform and I will continue to discuss the things that are near and dear to my heart. That I’ve learned as a woman, and what I can teach to the readers that are struggling with the same issues.  We all have our platform, stop wasting time.

The final episode was a very emotional one for a lot of people. There are those we don’t care for Oprah and those who love her. The people that don’t care for her have their individual reasons but have to admit her hustle and her drive is strong. She’s inspiring to anyone of any race, gender or background. She inspires me to be as great as I can be. I may not be anything but a blogger right now but my dreams are big and I refuse to let anyone or even I stand in my own way.

I love you Oprah and wish you nothing but the best.

“God made no mistakes creating each of us the way he did. It’s up to us to take his creation and design the life we want”~V.I.

So last night everyone tuned into the 2010 Oscars. We were intrigued to see if Brad Pitt was gonna win for Inglorious Bastards or if Sandra Bullock was gonna take it home for The Blind Side. *Scratches record* Who are we kidding the majority of us only watched the awards to see if Precious was gonna win. Let’s face it, that was the only negro movie that the majority of ya’ll got on bootleg last year. So for all my black people out there and the people that wish to be black here is my review of everything black at the 2010 Oscars.

1. Precious and her abusive momma’s attire~ So everyone was dressed like they were going out in public. I wasn’t too ashamed with any of them. Gabby Sidabe aka Precious and Mo’Nique looked really nice in their blue gowns. Precious…I mean Gabby….shit we might as well call her ass Precious. She was doing the most on that damn red carpet though. I love her confidence and all but don’t it seem like her ass got a big head since she got into the spotlight? Mo is now the Incredible shrinking woman. I ain’t never seen a big chick loose that much weight so fast. Yikes!!! I think Mo is on Trimspa baby. #NoAnnaNicole

2. God May Have Had a Slight Stroke…Or Drunk~ I know I’m not the only one that noticed Morgan Freeman moving a little…well a little out of it? On the red carpet he started slurring his words and his ass had the nerve to chew gum. I know he GOD and everything, but one thing I thought GOD had was class. Then while the showed him in the audience he was leaning forward like he was having a silent stroke or something. I don’t know if he had that wine before he got out the limo, but Morgan need to lay off. Can’t take old black folk nowhere.

3. That Bitch  Kanye’d on ya’ll hoes~ So the man who was running up to the stage very flamboyantly won an award for something or the other and this old Betty Davis looking woman came outta nowhere and Kanye’d his ass. I get embarrassed when folks on tv get embarrassed so I muted my tv. Not sure what she was saying, but that n*gga had a look of “This old white bitch better get off the stage before I get Southside Chicago on her lilly white ass”. Well that’s what I think he wanted to say. Dude never even got to finish his speech. This was MTV all over again just the race and genders were reversed. Plus, no one knew who the hell this chick was. I’m so proud of Kanye.

4. Mo’Nique wins!!!~ No matter how loud she screams on her EBT show we were all pulling for Mo to win this category. I was so happy yet so sad because black folks only win Oscars when they play the dirtiest roles. I guess we can just be happy that she won. She thanked the staff of her EBT show, the cast of Precious and her LAWYER. I ain’t never heard of someone going on stage and thanking their lawyer. This must be something new cause this shit is ghetto has hell. Like she done came up and she gotta thank him for her money and what not. Then she thanked her husband. This may just be me but doesn’t her husband look like the rapist dude from up the street? Ok I guess that might just be me. *dancing* Mo’s hubby is gonna get some coochie tonight, to bad it won’t be her’s. They do that open marriage thang.

5. No Mupphets Were Harmed in the making of that dress~ I like Zoe, really I do but it looked like a Mupphet shit on her dress. I just wasn’t feeling the whole I am different watch me strut thing. I mean I know you have to make a statement on the red carpet, but a purple mupphet dress wasn’t gonna cut it. I don’t know how many of ya’ll would agree, but that shit looked horrible. 

7. Precious wins for Adapted Screenplay~ I am so glad that Jeffery Fletcher won this category. I just didn’t understand why the hell they showed the scene when Precious was running down the street with a bucket of chicken. The movie was about an hour long and that’s the only scene you felt confident to show? I mean come the f*ck on academy. 

6. *sings* Tyler Perryyyyyyyyyyyyyy~ I love Tyler Perry!!! He presented something from the other and made this statement “Wow my name was said at the Oscar’s. You will never hear that again”. The Oscar’s don’t take too well with too much black folks. You see how the put all the black people in that corner? Damn shame!!!

7. Precious wasn’t so Precious~ So while writing this blog I was waiting for the category of “Best Actress”. All of my twitter friends and I were sitting on pins and needles hoping that Gabby won for her role as Precious. The excitment was short lived when we heard “And the Oscar goes to….Sandra Bullock”. I like Sandy B really I do, but what was so challenging playing a white rich woman that takes in a big black dude? I don’t get it. I never watched the movie, but I think Precious was a damn good movie. #Ontothenext1

8. Best Director…NOT PRECIOUS~ They didn’t win! The night started looking gloomy after the best actress category

9. Best Picture….Nope not them again~ You guessed it, they didn’t win. By the time this category came up I was zoned out. I knew they weren’t gonna win Best Picture. 

10. IT’S OVER AND THE BLACK FOLKS ARE CRYING~ They usually say, they were just honored being nominated. That is true, but let’s face it who really likes to loose? Precious momma done left her NYC Subway post to come to the award show and her child ain’t even won. Po Gabby.

One thing I can say about the Oscars this show is long as f*ck. I think I slept in the middle of it. I think I covered all the black folks. There were only a handful there anyway. Oh Queen Latifah’s looked great and um Oprah’s hair was flowing. Ok, I covered all 6 of the black people at the award show. Next year FreakNik the musical will be nominated for “Best Coon N*gga Shit” show. I pray to Morgan Freeman that shit don’t happen.

I hate being the boy in the relationship. The majority of the time I’m the one running shit. I know there is nothing wrong with being the shit runner, but I love my man to hold the dick sometimes.The issue I found was the men that were interested in me were also afraid of me. Well afraid is such a strong word, they were scared shitless of me. True enough I am a little intimidating at times, but that is no reason for a man to just hand over his balls. A man that is confident and knows how to handle himself, will always be on the top of my list. A lot of women face this issue, because they’re so strong minded weak minded men gravitate to them. The question is: Do you play the role that they obviously laid out for you, or do you try to let them lead?

Now I don’t know how I met these weak ass men, but for some reason unknown to me they liked my moxie. They were usually brothas with low self-esteem, that were always attracted to women who weren’t afraid to tell it like it T.I.IS. I remember one guy that was so “in love” with me, but was so afraid of me all at the same time. We met almost 7 years ago in college. At first we were cool, but for some odd reason we started dating. Back then I had this thing where I felt being alone just wasn’t the business I need to be in. If I wasn’t in a relationship I always kept a reserve on the side. You know regular college shit. He wasn’t really my type. He was buff and shit while I tended to go for the more fluffy guy. Either way he made me laugh and was cool. I noticed that there were times that he mumbled. He would say something and when I didn’t hear him and asked him to repeat he would always reply “Nothing”. At first I just thought I was hearing things, but then the more we were around each other the more shy he became. It got to the point I came out and asked him “Why the f*ck do you at like that”. I may have said it too loud for him and scared the poor thing because he started whimpering. Like a real damn whimper. I’m sorry, but I chuckled on that shit. I know laughing was probably not the best thing, but just imagine a buff, 6’0 ft, chocolate man whimpering cause I asked him a question.

After that I still kicked it with him, and the shit got worse. Not only did he start becoming more and more shy around me, I noticed I started becoming more and more controlling over him. I took his weakness and ran with it. I was now wearing the boxers and he was now wearing the lace panties with the pretty pink bow on the right side. Everything I said or wanted was a yes. He never countered me or told me his opinions. I couldn’t take that shit anymore. I tried in the beginning letting him be the man, but obviously his ass was more comfortable being subservient to me. I’m not saying that I don’t want a man to consider me or my feelings, but a woman wants a man that can not only consider her but also be strong for her. If something major happened I don’t want a man that’s gonna hide in the shadows. I need a man that steps up to the plate and can devise a plan of action.

So again…I HATE BEING THE BOY. The only thing that comes from it is a weak ass dude and his broken self-esteem which you happen to be in charge of. Damn I don’t know how in the hell Oprah does it. Po Steadman.