“I did not begin when I was born, nor when I was conceived. I have been growing, developing, through incalculable myriads of millenniums. All my previous selves have their voices, echoes, promptings in me. Oh, incalculable times again shall I be born.”—Jack London.
You know it really cracks me up how influential people are when it comes to the music they listen to. I have been witness to many trends and fads set by actors, reality stars, singers, and mostly rappers. Around this time last year girls (I say girls because I’m positive that grown women looked past the nonsense.) were so infatuated with being apart of the Barbie world and every thing pink was hot! All thanks to Ms. Nicki Minaj and her clever market that has without a doubt made her the household name she is today.
Now there is Wale, who’s music is encouraging something a lot more positive to both the men and women who listen to it. Wale is promoting “ambition”. An earnest desire for some type of achievement or distinction, as power, honor, fame, or wealth, and the willingness to strive for its attainment. He wants an “Ambitious Girl” who is motivated to reach her goals and be the best she can be!
I agree with Mr. Folarin 100%! I think it is wonderful that our music has given it’s listeners something more to look forward to in life. Especially us women who can be depicted in such a negative light due to hip hop’s general idea of it’s ideal(big booty, drop it like its hot, ”all my girlfriends are strippers but we all have a past!”) woman. But, who is to say that when the next hot rapper comes along, their image of what is hot falls short of what one should feel is hot for themself? When is it noble for a highly influeneced mind to step out of the box and do what is right on it’s own?
These are the things I consider when I see people following instead of leading. I can only hope ambition is what drives people generations to come, but I understand it’s a possibility that this is just another fad and there will be many more to come…
Bitch, you know my name and the company I own, Bitch, you like my style and you smell my cologne. Bitch, don’t try to act like my track-record ain’t known, Bitch, you probably gotta couple CD’s in your home. Bitch, don’t make me say it twice, you acting all up tight All sadity like, like,…
“There is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt. Doubt separates people. It is a poison that disintegrates friendships and breaks up pleasant relations. It is a thorn that irritates and hurts; it is a sword that kills.”—Buddha (via bullshitgalore)
When I was home last month the guy that I was (a piece of me still is) really into asked me an interesting question. "If you could be any race, what would it be?" Without any hesitation my response was I wouldn’t change a thing. I love being black! I love the color of my skin and the culture that has made me who I am today. Now I have been told on numerous occasions that I am white washed, been called an oreo, and have also been told I act different… not like most black girls I suppose. Think what you want, but I couldn’t be happier of the race that has made me into the woman I am today.
I feel like this needs to be continued, but for now I’m fine with this random rant… It was on mind…
“I don’t like ass kissers, flag wavers or team players. I like people who buck the system. Individualists. I often warn people: “Somewhere along the way, someone is going to tell you, ‘There is no “I” in team.’ What you should tell them is, ‘Maybe not. But there is an “I” in independence, individuality and integrity.’” Avoid teams at all cost. Keep your circle small. Never join a group that has a name. If they say, “We’re the So-and-Sos,” take a walk. And if, somehow, you must join, if it’s unavoidable, such as a union or a trade association, go ahead and join. But don’t participate; it will be your death. And if they tell you you’re not a team player, congratulate them on being observant.”—
Now nothing but accessories and shoes appeal to me on the majority of the fashion blogs I’ve come across in the past few months. Why is that you ask? Because although at some point in my life I dawned a petite size 2 figure, I have never been a stick figure. I have always carried a fuller bust and behind… hips more so than anything.
So why is it that the top blogs appeal to mainly the 5’7-5’9, 110 lbs, A cup (maybe B cup) woman? Is there no where in this cyber world we live in that can portray the fashion sense that fit me (32 D-DD, 26-28 in waist, 36 in the hips… thanks mom!) and women like me anywhere? If there is, please alert me! If not, can one of my fashion savvy associates get on top of that? HHHmmm is taking matters into my own hands the only option? Playing Captain Save Em (fashionably speaking) wasn’t what I had in mind, but I will do it if need be!
Anywho, I just had to get that off of my mind… I am sure there are plenty who feel the same way. I am here to voice OUR opinion for you! Ok, until next time!