Archive for the ‘Michelle Obama’ Category

What’s in a name? A whole effing lot.

In African American interest, Bahamas, Barbados, Caribbean American interest, Caribbean interest, Caribbean news, Dominican Republic, Entertainment, Family, Grenada, Haiti, Humor, Jamaica, Michelle Obama, President Barack Obama, Relationships, Trinidad on March 11, 2009 at 4:16 pm

I’m not a mother. I’m fickle about motherhood. I don’t go all goo-goo, ga-ga about the prospect of motherhood. Actually it scares the shit out me. Motherhood is a big f%#king deal, and people who are nonchalant about this privilege simply don’t get the task at hand. 

With that said, (channeling one of my fave cousins who loves that term: with that said) I feel it’s importance to give a baby a proper name. Mama MJ taught me well. A child’s name is important as it’s the doorway to their identity, their personality. It’s called nomenclature. There should be a story or meaning behind a name. Not: I’m not sure what it means but… 

Or I just named him or her Baby X cuz…

Ask Mama and Papa MJ why they named their five children their specific names and prepare to hear stories – several of which are quite riveting.

A baby’s name should be fluid. It should fit with the middle name if there is a middle name and last name. I once dated a guy who’s first name was Mshindaji; middle name Mustafa; last name Grant. 

My reaction: WTF were your parents thinking? Where’s the melody in that nomenclature combo? 

And I get it. MMG’s Black Panther parents were caught up in the black power movement. They wanted to reaffirm their blackness through their child’s name. But Mshindaji + Mustafa + Grant = yuck. Nasty. Barf!

Names are like fashion. When you mix and match, you’ve got to be careful that it doesn’t come off sounding kooky. Plaid and polka-dots don’t work no matter the color scheme. 

Idiosyncractic as it is, the name combo Barack Obama works simply because it sings. Barack + Obama. Barack + Obama. Barack + Obama. First and last name fit perfectly. It helps that his first and surname are from a distinct religion/region. Michelle Obama also works but imagine if our First Lady was Condoleeza. Let’s say it slowly. Condoleeezzzaa Obaaaama

Gross, right?

And with that said, let’s segue to a story that underscores why I feel it’s important to give a child a sound name or one that has meaning or a damn good story. After all, they’ll have to carry that name for the rest of their lives unless they’re willing to spend ducats to legally undo the damage you’ve selfishly imposed on them. Might as well give them a a name they can feel proud of versus one where they’ll spend most of kindergarten and beyond cringing during attendance roll call. 

With that said, I present to you Marijuana Pepsi Jackson

Police years ago pulled over a young woman who rushed through an amber traffic light. “I’m about to arrest this person right now,” the irritated officer radioed to a dispatcher. “She’s telling me her name is Marijuana Pepsi Jackson.”

It’s the truth. Marijuana and Pepsi are her legal first and middle names, and the Beloit woman embraces them as a symbol of her struggle to succeed and to help other children overcome obstacles.

No Mary or Mary Jane or Mary Wanda for her. It’s Marijuana, thank you, she’s told bosses, co-workers and friends over the years, and even wore it on nametags at work.

See what I’m saying? – MJ




Much to do about the dress

In Fashion, Michelle Obama, Politics on January 21, 2009 at 1:59 am

Hmm…what would I wear if my hubby were being sworn in as president of the most powerful country in the world. Dunno. Which is why I could care less that Michelle’s Isabel Toledo number received mixed reviews. Some have said that the gems were a bit much and the dress – tres Jackie O, methinks – is overdone as well. As I said, dunno what I’d don if I or my hubby were being sworn in as the 44th president but whatever I chose to wear, best believe it’d be over the top, overdone, sparkly, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. I mean given the historic/memorable factor thingy, could you blame me? 



And then there was this number for the inaugural ball or balls, 10 in total. Here’s a pic of the Obamas during their first dance. I’m on the prowl for more pictures, preferably of Michelle and her much-anticipated ball gown designed by 26-year-old Jason Wu, a former student of Project Runway fashion guru, Tim Gunn.





Chicago’s South Side

In Michelle Obama, Politics on September 11, 2008 at 5:11 am

I’m taking a detour from this blog’s Caribbean focus to Chicago’s South Side. Expect this to happen from time to time, I mean with this being a blog and all.

Given the presidential election that’s less than two months away and the fierceness that is Michelle Obama gracing a plethora of magazine covers, this deviation is timely and warranted. I mean sheese, it’s Michelle. I’m a fan. A major fan. There’s a legion of us who are. Just check out the blogosphere. Michelle’s a bad mamma jamma: fashionably fierce, a seemingly loving mom, wife, lawyer, ivy leaguer, sistah, better dancer than Barack (see Ellen Sept. 8 YouTube video below) etc.

I may start a scrapbook for the sole purpose of chronicling all things Michelle. I love Barack too but it’s a slightly lesser love and somewhat salacious. Barack is charismatic, smart and sexy. Yes, I said sexy. His brain is sexy. When I look at Barack I totally understand why some women drop their undies for politicians. Err…OK, maybe my moral being won’t allow me to completely understand the swap-your-panty-for-a-political-romp but you get my drift.

Anywho, with Michelle it’s like I’m star struck – like gazing at a big sister with pride and brimming with the feeling that damn, she’s well put together, she’s making it happen, I want to follow suit. Michelle is a symbol of the saying that goes something like, “Beside every strong man stands a strong woman.” If I were to ever meet Michelle I would totally fawn and yes, unabashedly, I’m admitting that. Then I’d cry because I’d be overjoyed.  Perhaps because of nerves and all I’d tell her about the guy who broke my heart and the guy who helped me believe in love again.

She’d grease my scalp because that’s what big sisters do. Of course I’d continue to prattle about love won and loss, my career, and life in general, and oh yeah, the political scene. Like, I’d totally want to dish about the behind-the-scene stuff. The stuff that hasn’t been reported on.

I could totally envision Michelle tenderly parting my hair and nodding as I babble, head tilted.  She may suggest a perm or that I invest in a high-end flat iron like the one she uses to get her hair all super bouncy. I would so oblige because who says no to Michelle? I’d ask, “Think I should get a texturizer, Michelle?” After all, it’s supposedly less harsh than a perm that straightens. Anywho, Michelle’s awesome. The Obamas are awesome. Michelle is amazingly awesome. She’s fan-ta-bu-lous. I totally needed to get that off my chest. Thanks for putting up with my rant. – MJ