individualism is acceptable. i dig individualism, it's my thing man (yeah!). i understand the rights of a person who identifies with the self rather than the group. i can "feel" the whole "this is my space man, fuck off!!" thing, really, i can. however, there are certain individuals who take that--and pardon my french--SHIT a little too far. you know who i'm talking about: the person who boards the bus and steps all over your feet despite the abundance of available space and has the nerve to act like they didn't; the asshole group of suburban kids who come to the city for the weekend to hoard the sidewalks so that you have to either walk around them or walk straight through them, like you're the asshole; the person who stands in the only entrance and looks quizzically at you as you approach and still doesn't move; the retard who occupies the last available CTA seat with a rinky-dink bookbag as you stand over them virtually dying for the opportunity to sit down. yep, to those types of individuals i'd like to issue a warning: the next time you exhibit these self-centered acts of selfishness, i'll be forced to be even more inconsiderate. foot tramplers will be tripped AND laughed at; oblivious suburban kids will be forcefully forced apart by my need to move on; pseudo-door guards will be verbally thrashed; and CTA seat hogs will have their belongings crushed under the weight of my tired buttocks. i will not take this cruel and inhumane treatment any longer, i must be free! if my ass is kicked in the process of showing these assholes the error of their ways, so be it. it is, as they say, "all to the good." someone has to defend the whole idea of home training.

my middle finger of the month goes to everyone who believes that women are allowed to function as full citizens. every female who takes bullshit treatment and off-color remarks from men, strange and familiar, needs to step up their game. every mother and/or father who coddles the hell out of their sons and expect them to grow up to be decent men needs to take off the blinders to peep the number of adolescents getting adult prison sentences. every male who still believes that it's "just jokes" to refer to every female that he doesn't know personally as a "bitch" or who indulges in language that depicts sex as some sort of death match a la "beat it up," "cut up," etc. gets the worst case of cramps imaginable. every over-the-hill "adult" male who stares longingly or attempts to "hollar" at a girl who is obviously young enough to be your daughter or granddaughter gets a very indignant finger and an undecipherable impotence scare. and the united states government, local and federal, who is virtually ignoring the wage gap and basic bullshit double standards needs to look to those other equally sexist countries who, at least, have the decency to establish laws to attempt to solve this problem, rather than relying on an old ass document that wasn't written for black people or women (read: constitution) as a scapegoat. get the finger, get many fingers and rotate upon them.

Websites You Should Visit Simply Because

Sarah Vaughn is the woman. yeah, i know she's been dead for over a decade, but this morning i popped in my "sassy sings and swings" and i remembered what it felt like to first hear her voice. i remember having a sleep over in junior high and forcing nunya and tamar and benia and whoever else was there to hear "the man i love" and "i remember you." they laughed, made fun of me, and wondered why i was listening to that old stuff, but i'm convinced that they secretly loved it. i remember the last time i saw her (sorta) alive. donnie simpson was interviewing her on video soul. i really don't remember what they talked about, but i recall feeling like a groupie. she was so poised and articulate and down to earth and funny, not all stuffy like most "divas" seem to be these days--and she definitely deserved the title a lot more than most of these non-singing wannabes. i don't know, i'm being incoherent, but i don't care, i love Sarah and the world will know. plus, she not only had a voice that could make anything sound like a side of heaven with cheese, but she was an accomplished pianist and organist; the woman sang AND played. not bad, not bad.

Hosted by www.Geocities.ws