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An unabashed alert: There’s a bash!

In Caribbean interest, Entertainment on December 13, 2008 at 5:26 pm

*Alert*

Ding. Ding. Ding.

Time for a shameless plug.

Brooklyn’s International Flavors is throwing a par-tay on Jan 17, 2009 at eSavoy Lounge. Triad Band and La Kenya are expected to perform. Tickets are $15 in advance, more at the door. If interested in purchasing tickets or need more information, send an e-mail to iftv4u@aol.com.

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Working it?

In Fashion, Humor on December 4, 2008 at 10:48 pm

I’m not sure what to make of this. On one hand, I’m thoroughly impressed.

On the other, I’m disturbed because after all this is a pubescent child working the runway like she’s done some living.

No denying that she’s a talent though. And if you’ve got it, you’ve got it. With the right guidance and hard work, she’ll burst onto the fashion runway scene with a kaboom.

I watched this video with my very conservative mother who said, “Oh, no she’s ready! She’s has the attitude of a fashion model.”

OK, Mama MJ. Clearly I’m more conservative. It’s the whole she’s-a-little-girl thing that’s got me trippin’ a smidge or maybe it’s the leotard. – MJ

Walking Da Bush

In Caribbean American interest, Caribbean interest, Humor on December 3, 2008 at 1:05 am

Boy, it’s always interesting taking a stroll along the contiguous Brooklyn corridor known as Flatbush. To fully get my point, the ambling has to take place in the West Indian section, which starts roughly at Empire Boulevard and ends around the Flatbush Junction near Brooklyn College. Arm yourself now, ladies. You’ll be more peeved than entertained.  Oh, the gawking and inevitable catcalls!

When I recently took a walk down the strip, err, I mean avenue I was reminded with each ogle, with each “mm,mm”, with each “baby girl or gal,” depending on who’s talking, with every pendulous tongue, and craned neck that when it comes to the bare essentials of who I am, I’m meat. I’m fresh meat meant to be rubbed, kneaded, then eaten like, well, meat.

Put on your bib. Chomp, chomp. 

I felt like a modern day Red Riding Hood and I was simply trying to make my way to Staples. There was not one two-legged wolf but a pack of em’, EVERYWHERE – staring and saying things like “Hey, sexy.”

*Pssss…for Caribbean brothas of Da Bush, “sexy” is a favorite adjective when accosting unsuspecting female pedestrians.*

One brotha even showed me his fancy footwork as he suddenly broke into dance in the middle of the sidewalk. Reggae music blared from speakers inside a store as I purposely took longer steps to quickly pass this fool who reminded me of a jellybean with legs. That guy should apply for a job as a sport mascot or consider doing Fruit of the Loom commercials. Just my two cents.

Fool of the Da Bush looked like this fella

Fool of the Da Bush looked like this fella

To my Caribbean brothas representing Da Bush, I give you a high-five. Thanks for welcoming me back home. It feels great to know that in spite of women advancements and Bob Marley’s indelible songs of harmony, love, and respect for women, that you, Caribbean brothas of Da Bush, have not wavered from your lecherous ways. – MJ

P.S. I’m totally aware that Bob Marley had his own issues with the ladies. But Caribbean brothas of Da Bush, you’re supposed to grow from his wayward ways. Heed his words of wisdom. Do as he sang, not as he lived.