Diary of a Cute Face

an honest account of the daily happenings in my life, heart, and head...

Thursday, April 09, 2009

An Open Letter to The First Lady

Dear Mrs. Michelle Obama,

I hope this letter finds you well rested after your international trip with President Obama. While I was reluctant to give you any credit on your style, I must say that you have been doing SO much better. I take full responsibility as I am sure that you are an avid reader of my blog.

Anyway Michelle (I can call you Michelle right? Thanks!), this isn't a letter about your style or another indecent proposal for a night with Barack. By the way, I am still awaiting your response on my series of detailed emails on potential scenarios that could work. But I digress, this email is strictly concerning the one thing that the media hasn't talked about- Malia's hair. Exhibit A-



As a black woman with thick frizzy hair, I totally sympathize with her situation. Yet, my sympathy does nothing for those huge dinosaur braids that you insist on putting in that child's hair. I know grandma is probably taking care of that- but seriously, its time for an upgrade. Summer is right around the corner and NO black woman wants to worry about her hair in 90 degree weather. Thus, I am suggesting that you (or grandma) take a ride through the south side of Chi-town and find the little girl with the tightest, neatest, most stylish braids and track down her mama. My hunch is that her mother will probably be more than happy to braid Malia's hair in exchange for clearing up some "situations" in her past. At minimum, she will be able to point you in the right direction.

Now Michelle, this is no slight against you as a mother. I think you are doing a hell of a job handling business. I am simply concerned that Malia is closing in on "the awkward phase" and those braids aren't doing her ANY favors. Attached you will find a few suggestions from yours truly.

Best of Luck,

TRC

P.S. Can you kindly explain to the Secret Service that I am a close family friend? Being kicked off the White House lawn is starting to get quite embarrassing. Smooches!







Friday, February 27, 2009

Unsolicited Advice: Stop giving him EVERYTHING!

A few months ago, I had a conversation with a small group of young professionals about relationships. I came away from the discussion with several thoughts but the two most prominent were (1) shock at how naïve men can be when it comes to the true motives of women (2) how women put their lives into men that we aren’t going to end up sharing our futures with.

Everything started when one of the gentlemen began to talk about how much his girlfriend (that he kind of hates) does for him and how he wouldn’t be able to find another woman to do these things. Yet, he knows that he isn’t going to be with her for the rest of his life. Being the nosy therapist that I am, I asked a few probing, open-ended questions and found that all of the things that he was so “in awe” over were pretty simple things that nearly any women would do. For instance, resume reviewing. Ummmmm, do you have any clue how many resumes I have proofread for friends? NEXT... Motivating him to get a better job. Yeah, uh, that's in her best interest too… Anything else? Blah, blah, blah. The guy goes on and on about the things that come standard with any chick that has half a brain and a vested interest in a man. The other men in the room were nodding their heads as he spoke like he was preaching the gospel. That's when I realized that I was not only going to laugh in their faces but I was going to have to school these fools. So here it is:

Once you get with a woman after she has graduated college, she has one goal in mind when it comes to relationships: to meet a man of her caliber or make the man that she is currently dating into said character. So ANYTHING that she does to aid him in getting to where SHE wants him is merely an investment into her future. This is why we get so upset at the end of a relationship because we can't turn the prince back into the frog and some other chick is going to end up wearing the crown you worked for.

But this is where the average woman stops, primarily because she doesn't even realize the value of taking it a step further. We as women have got to stop letting these fools leave us with nothing but a broken heart and lyrics for the next sad love song. We have got to work relationships for more that the love but also for where we can get when we work with someone not FOR them. Did you get that? Not FOR but WITH.

For example, I'll stay up until three in the morning reading a case, drafting an opening argument for my man I will and it has NOTHING to do with loving his ass so much or enjoying missing out on my beauty rest. Hell, I was in the GHETTO last weekend on some random investigation. P.S. - NEVER AGAIN. But I digress…

The point is that I don’t do these things because I just love helping my man. Everywhere I go, I have MY business card and I use the opportunity to network for MYSELF. In other words, supporting him has everything to do with learning something new for myself and using each of our careers to further the other's. Besides, the next time I am at an event and someone brings up an arson case, I will have an educated comment to make not just a joke about Left Eye's crazy ass (God rest her INSANE soul).

But that's not where it ends. In fact, that's not even where it begins. You see, women just give themselves so freely to men (not just sexually) without identifying the type of man we are with. Just think: how much energy did you waste on getting that one guy from your past up to your level? Did he ever make it? Once he did, where you the one he ended up with? We have to stop trying to be the exception and start playing by the rules.

If the man you are with is someone who you are just casually dating, stop doing everything in your power to do as much as you can for him. Just stop because you performing these random acts of kindness is not going to make him magically mature to the point where he is ready for long-term committed relationship. This is not to say be a selfish, only out for me, type of girl. After all, that won't get you anywhere either. The trick is to strike the perfect balance between giving him a glance at your potential as a power couple and giving him your all.

Once again, this advice is merely for the single ladies or those not in long-term committed relationships. Even in long-term relationships the MUTUALLY agreed upon destination should be the altar or you should pay attention to the aforementioned suggestions as well.

So let's recap-

1. Stop giving every man EVERYTHING!

2. Play like you are the rule, not the exception.

3. If you are going to go balls out for a man, make sure you are adding to your personal skill set and rolodex.

That’s all for now folks…

TRC- Imitation is suicide.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

She wore what? Standing next to HIM?

I hope everyone is doing well and enjoyed their long weekend. Today was a day for celebration and my hope is that we all found time for reflection. Needless to say, I am so very proud of America. Seriously, we have a Newport smoking brotha, representing the South Side of Chicago, named Barack, running our nation! This feels like a dream and I love waking up to realize this is our reality. But on to other business...



UMMMM, WHAT THE HELL, MICHELLE??? The pictures from today's inauguration will be seen from now until the end of time. And she wore that? Hell no. It is unacceptable and inexcusable. I am sick of little Jill Biden out-dressing her. Michelle should be ashamed of herself. Even Hilary's pantsuit wearing ass had on that fly blue jacket.

She so disappointed me with that outfit. Designers from around the globe would have given their firstborn to dress her and that's all she could come up with? NO... Just NO! I love her, but damn! Did anyone else catch those vomit green gloves she was wearing? She held Lincoln's bible with those monstrosities on her hands. Oh lawd, I wanted Oscar De La Renta to jump out of the bushes and fix it! She is a BEAUTIFUL young woman. Why did she have on that horrible Easter attire? That color was horrid and so monotone! Don't get me started on the pattern.



Look, Michelle and I are the same height with similar body shapes. I understand the plight of a tall,pear-shaped black woman. I struggle with style vs. comfort everyday as I stand nearly naked in front of my closet. I get it, I truly do. But this is where I draw my line in the sand. Today's outfit was a fucking travesty! If she doesn't have a stylist, she needs to get one... IMMEDIATELY. If she does have one, he or she needs to be fired... IMMEDIATELY!

Barack has found his swagger. I am going to need her to follow suit (literally). YES SHE CAN! If you think I am just a hater, so be it, but before you label me, just look to Election Day as another example. She looked a HOT MESS all day. Did you peep the voting outfit with the ponytail and headband?

I almost spit out my orange juice that morning! Her evening attire wasn't any better. The dress looked like blood spatter and what was up with the cardigan? It was Chicago and November. I know the sista has to have a light formal jacket in her closet. Disgraceful, I tell you!

In conclusion, I am incredibly proud of this nation and what we were able to accomplish. After the last two elections, we finally got it right! I will pray for President Obama and his family everyday of his administration. He has inspired millions to follow their dreams and in some cases, to began to dream once more. Congratulations Barack! You kick ass...

But I am going to need you to share some of your swag with your better half (don't act like we don't all know she is running shit). Given the right guidance, she can and will become the flyest first lady in American history. Because as we all know, can't nobody wear a dress like a black woman can wear a dress. Get with it Michelle, your moment awaits...
TRC- Imitation is suicide

Friday, January 09, 2009

What is wrong with this picture?


Date: January 5, 2009
Time: 11:35 am
Place: Waffle House (south of ATL)

Issue:

Ummmm, why is this lady smoking a cancer stick while hooked up to an oxygen tank? Seriously lady, I can see the tubes up your nose and you are gasping for air. Is smoking really the best choice in this situation? Why not just unhook yourself and end it all now instead of dragging this life thing out? Go ahead, I would respect you a little more...

Oh and take that friend of yours with you. She is a horrible person for lighting up with your obviously ill ass... Errrrrrrr! People are just... just... Errrrrrrr!

I guess the ignorance continues in 09'.

TRC- Imitation is Suicide

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

The chapter that was 2008...

The year 2008 will go down in my personal "her"story book as the year that changed my life. I am not who I was on January 1. 50 weeks of life experiences has transformed my soul. Until now, each year was just a passing moment in time. But 2008 needs to be thoroughly dissected before I can move into what God has waiting for me during the 365 days called 2009.

This year was my first official year as a grown up. I didn't have school to fall back on so my career (or lack thereof) took center stage. As the days dragged on, I began to sense this unfamiliar feeling called insecurity creep into my life. Why else would I stay at a job that didn't challenge me and where my paycheck didn't reflect my education? Somewhere along the lines, I lost the confidence that I took for granted and took on a fear of the unknown. The fear that although I was more than properly educated, I wouldn't be able to succeed. I had convinced myself that I was faking it until I made it instead of realizing that I had arrived.

Transitioning from a self-proclaimed slacker to the demands of a job that broadens my horizons has been challenging indeed. Yet, every day I walk into my office, I thank God for the opportunity to bring REAL change to our communities through young minority women who are hungry for so much more. What is more? Well that changes on a daily basis but I know that with my education, experience, and my passion for issues that they face, I can be a powerful tool for the population that I serve. But getting to the point where I own that has been nothing short of the meanest battle with my deeply buried demons.

If that were the only hurdle that 2008 had, I might have won the race with seconds to spare. What I found is that the Lord wasn't finished with me yet. He worked on me in 2008 like he has never worked on me before. He forced me to see myself in a not so perfect light. He showed me the error in my ways through the love of man. What I have come to realize is that love is the strongest emotion we have the pleasure/pain of experiencing. Love will change your life and I am not talking happy go lucky love. I am talking about totally exposed, flaws glaring, heart bleeding love. A feeling that will no longer let you fool yourself into believing that you are always right. An experience that made me believe in something greater than myself. A partnership, while imperfect, that has the world feeling just a little smaller. True love... And that shit ain't easy. We don't get there without hurting and we might never get past the pain but when you have it, you know it. And you will never let it go.

But yet and still, God still wasn't done with me. I had more battles to fight and more lessons to learn before the year would close. Apparently, I needed a helluva lot of work in the power of patience as it pertains to family. He is still working on me with that one. Patience and understanding is one thing but being content with the bad decision making of others is another. Biting my tongue has never been a strong suit so he sent people that I love to tap dance on my last nerve in 2008. Trying to muffle the screams from your soul while listening to ignorance being spewed by someone you used to respect is harmful to your health. I am convinced that 2008 has taken 6 months off my life in this area alone. Being comfortable with mediocrity when you are in the presence of greatness has been a hard fought battle but one that I lost. I have discovered that I will NEVER be okay with drastic underachievement but it is not my duty to continually remind someone of the horrendous choices that they constantly make. Sometimes, silence is truly golden.

You would think this was enough and even Jesus himself would be tired of creating situations for me to overcome but just as the year was coming to a close, he hit me with the hardest challenge of them all. Some how, some way, I have to accept that life is not fair but it is short. That our plan and God's plan are never the same. That sometimes he picks his most beautiful flower. That I will never again see my favorite Callender girl here on Earth. That there is a beautiful seven year old girl who will cry countless tears for her mommy. No one said it was fair but everyone knows that it is short. Well, hello heartache. Just when I thought you had packed your bags, I turned and you were here.

So 2008, can't say that you were easy but I have learned more about who I am through your obstacles and barriers. While I can not wait for the clock to strike 12, I am thankful for your chapter in this book called life. I didn't win the race but I am just glad to have finished it. Battered, exhausted, bruised but ready to start the next and praying for a reprieve.

TRC- Imitation is suicide...

Monday, December 15, 2008

Don't let her death be in vain...

On Dec. 8th, my cousin was murdered and my heart shattered. This has been the most shocking and painful experience of my life and I know that everyone's prayers are helping me through. I also know that while the events surrounding my cousin's death are insane, it is important for me to share them as we are all in this womanhood thing together. A lot of details are included that are really hard to read and handle. So if you can't read this, trust me, I understand.

Believe me when I say that this could happen to any of us. She broke up with him in September after catching him cheating-yet again. They did the break up dance for about a month until she put an end to everything. He left her alone for a while but started to pop up at her job in early November asking for a second chance. By then it was too late, she was talking to her college sweetheart again.

He still had a key to her house (they lived together for 2 years) so he came over while she was at work and stole one of every shoe and her purses. She was pissed but thought that he was trying to annoy her (she was a shoe fanatic). She wasn't afraid of him until the day after Thanksgiving. She was in Brooklyn with her new man's family. He knew that her daughter was at the babysitter so he went to the sitter's house and picked her up. The sitter was unaware that they were broken up and it was normal for him to get her from time to time. He took the daughter back to my cousin's house and called her to tell her to come home and that he had the kid. She raced home and called another one of my cousins to meet her there. When my other cousin got there, no one was home but the door was open and lights were on. He tried to run her off the road that night so that she would talk to him.

She got away and changed her locks the next day. She also called yet another cousin who is a police officer in her city. My cop cousin made a report and personally contacted him to tell him to leave her alone. He left her alone until last Thursday. She dropped her daughter off at school and came home to take a shower. When she got out of the shower and pulled back the curtain, he was standing there. She freaked out. He had broken in while she was driving her kid to school and hid in a closet for thirty minutes before sneaking up on her. They argued and she kicked him out.

The next morning, she decided to skip town and let things cool down. She went to Maryland and planned to return on Sunday. He called and texted her all weekend and she never responded.

On Sunday morning, the ex went to church, "gave his life to Christ" and went to the funeral home. He chose his casket, his flowers, and made all of his arrangements (with the exception of the date) and paid for it. He waited outside of her house for her to return. He drove his friend's car so that she would not recognize him. She was literally a sitting duck.

She came home and he approached the car. Her daughter and her 18 year old nephew were in the house. They talked/argued outside and she came inside. He followed her in and said hello to her nephew and her kid. The nephew says that he didn't appear upset and he left. My cousin went to the bathroom and called my cop cousin to tell him what happened. The cop told her that he would be there as soon as he was done with roll call so she sat in her room talking to her daughter. What she didn't know was that her ex left only for a moment to grab the gun he had in the car.

The ex came back into the house (the door never got locked when he left the first time - a tragic mishap) and asked to speak to her. She told him no and he told the daughter to leave the room. My cousin told her kid to call 911. Her daughter had the nephew call 911 and she stood next to the locked bedroom door (like the nosey 7 year old she is).

The next part is the worst because it comes from the mouth of a kid. She heard EVERYTHING!!!! They got into another argument, she heard her mom scream "wait, we can work it out" and then she heard gunshots. He shot my cousin four times. When the first two shots in her stomach didn't kill her, he shot again but only grazed her thigh. This bastard walked around the bed where she laid in the fetal position, put a gun to the back of her head and pulled the trigger. She didn't have a chance.

Her daughter says that he heard him crying "really bad" then she heard another shot ring out. This one was him putting his gun in his mouth and pulling the trigger. Minutes later, my cousin, the cop, who heard the call over his radio and who the nephew called as well, arrived and kicked the door in. But clearly it was too late. They were gone.

I tell you this not to give out violent details but to give out vital information. She wasn't afraid of him until the VERY end. From all accounts, he was not normally a crazy man. But he clearly had some major issues. It took 15 minutes from the time approached her car to the time the door was kicked in.

Ladies, we have to be careful with these men. We can never assume that we know what they will do. She went to the police, she changed her locks, she did everything they tell you to do. She was only 30 years old. A beautiful woman who gave her everything to her daughter. She could have never predicted that I would be the one to give our family's remarks at her funeral on Saturday.

As disturbing as this situation might be, I have to believe that this happened for a reason and that her story will help somebody. Starting today, I am devoting my time to getting her story out there. If you know any one that could benefit, please share this with them.

Thank you again for all of your thoughts and prayers!

TRC- Imitation is suicide...

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

What is New York doing to me?

Date- This Past Saturday:

After a morning of laying around the apartment in pajamas, Phil and I decided to brave the cold and go out for lunch. Granted our restaurant of choice happened to be two storefronts down from our building but nevertheless, it was out (and they have yummy Spanish food). Well, turns out we should have wandered a little farther...


A few minutes after we sat down, Phil felt something fall on his back. Truth be told, I thought he was imagining things so my response was the standard eye roll. Between ordering and the food arriving, Phil took off this jacket and hung it on the back of his chair.

FIVE MINUTES LATER-

So here I am enjoying my spanish rice and chicken saltado, when the unthinkable happens. Out from under my plate shoots a FUCKING roach!

Yes ladies and gentlemen, your common disgusting house pest (whose likeness is seen above) found its way to my table and was running at lightening speed towards me! WHAT THE FUCK!!! By the way, it is Phil's theory that it fell out of the vent, onto the back of his jacket, and up the tablecloth.

Now normally I would run like the sissy punk that I am, but this time my animalistic nature took over! You see, being with Phil has turned me into an assassin of all things creepy and crawly. I grabbed my napkin and scooped up the little bastard in about seven nanoseconds. At this point, I look up and see Phil has gotten up and is sorta looking like he is headed for the hills. Apparently, I let out a warning yelp before kill mode set in.

But it is not over yet. I call the server over and explain that I have a roach in a napkin. She replies "Oh, no problem" before taking the balled up paper out of my hand. Ummmm, wait did she just say "NO PROBLEM" when there was a roach on MY table? Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...

Here comes the saddest and weirdest part of all. We kept eating. I saw a roach on my table, killed it, and kept eating. I was not in a third world country. I was not a starving person. But the food was damn good!

What the hell is wrong with me? Has New York really messed me up that bad? If I was in Atlanta, I would have not only walked out but I would have talked to the manager. But for some reason, I did none of this. I simply finished my meal and enjoyed the afternoon. Clearly, something has happened to me... PLEASE HELP!


TRC- Imitation is suicide...