November 12, 2008

Ignorant Ghetto People Annoy Me And Should Be Sent To Iraq

98.3% probability of dumbass-ness

I'm kidding about the Iraq part, but their stupidity and hypocritical racism does annoy me to no end.

Here is what happened to make me say this:

Every few months or so I cross paths with this really stupid ghetto guy that lives in a building around the corner from my house. It's always when I'm walking my dogs. Always. Even when I had Yummy this guy would harass me.

This is how long it has been going on.

BET sez: "Bros before hos"I can only assume he dislikes dogs and girls with dogs because I have never done anything to this man to warrant his disgusting behavior towards me. He sees a small defenseless girl with her small dogs and feels the need to be an asshole to someone, probably because he is broke, jobless, (on drugs?) and has a shitty life in general. I suppose if my daily activities consisted of hanging out on the corner all day and smoking weed I would be a bit pissed about how crappy my life is as well. Although who's fault is that?

If I were a man I guarantee not a word would have escaped his lips, but I am a female and a small one to boot. I have to deal with moronic ghetto assholes who watch BET all day and think a woman's worth is whatever some half-brained rapper of that moment deems it to be.

I am not the kind of person to retaliate if someone is being stupid, but he has made me so angry that I have cursed back at him many times and I will continue to do so if provoked, despite his empty threats to shoot and stab me. For every threat ever made I have openly laughed in his face, followed by a "fuck you". I would feel threatened if he were actually a man, but as of right now I really can't take him seriously. He picks on women literally half his size to make himself feel better. What a “tough guy”, right?

Do I look white?Today he called me a "snooty white bitch" who is taking over "his" neighborhood. A bit racist, no? But god forbid someone call him a stupid black bastard. Holy crap, call Al Sharpton!! Mind you, I am no where near being white (can Trinidadian even be considered somewhat white?) and I have lived in this neighborhood literally for my entire life. There is no possibility of me "taking it over" since I've always been here!

What annoys me the most is the fact that I grew up in the same environment, in the same public school system, with minorities for parents and I somehow managed to make myself successful, educated and well-spoken. Just because I do not sound ghetto and I am of a slightly fairer complexion he assumes I do not belong. Thus I am labeled as one of "them" (them being white people).

This would not be the first time some retarded thug-wannabe has called me "white." Due to the fact that I try to speak using proper English and I do not dumb myself down to fit the neighborhood stereotype of sounding like a raging dumb-ass, this gives ghetto people the impression that I am what they consider to be "white". It doesn't insult me that he called me white, rather it insults me that he tried to put a negative spin on my own intelligence by saying that smartness is limited to one race of people (I am obvious living proof that it is not).

Paris HiltonI never could understand how being educated and well spoken is immediately a "white" thing. I know many people of all different races, colors, nationalities who speak just as well, if not better, than I do. Should we consider them “white” as well? I also know just as many different races, colors and nationalities who come off as ghetto, uneducated fools.

I am tired of the mentality that comes with such a backwards culture (if you even want to call it a culture) where being educated is bad, sounding educated is worse, and anything having to do with bettering yourself is completely looked down upon. What kind of way of life is that? It only proves to perpetuate ignorance and intolerance, as well as aiding in the creation of bitter washed out losers who have nothing better to do than harass hard-working young girls who are just trying to walk their dogs in peace.

November 10, 2008

A Retrospect — One Year

Just as my faith in men was about to be flushed away like a half-dead pet goldfish, I met him.

The ex-jock turned computer nerd. (Or maybe the computer nerd turned ex-jock.) A midwestern boy lucky enough to get entangled in the worldly affairs of New York City. Then luckier still to get entangled with an average morally-devoid New York girl. (That would be me.)

An average male, of average height and average build. Complete with an average first name and a peculiar not-so-average last name. You really could not get any more middle-American. However, in New York average is different. Most newcomers we get quickly assimilate themselves into the fast-paced lifestyle of New York and try to blend in; try to be ‘unique.’ But he was fresh meat. I could still smell it on him, like a new car smell. He had yet to take in the tainted atmosphere of our City and become “one of us.”

This what initially attracted me to him.

I can't say I had the best intentions when we first met, but after having dinner, chatting and being rained upon together I began to develop a completely different feeling for him.

I swear it was probably the damn rain.

Breakfast At Tiffany
Breakfast At Tiffany's (1961)
Paul and Holly share a kiss in the rain.
There is something amazingly soulful about being completely soaked in the rain with another human being. It's as if the rain is melting away all your reservations and you're letting that person see you for the very first time. Imperfections and all.

I often feel beautifully naked when caught in the rain.

~~~~~~~~~

So here marks our one year anniversary together. A year of laughter, happiness, dog-children and hope.

I would like to blame it all on the rain, except I know that it's not true. I know it takes more than good weather to stay with someone for a full year and to look forward to what the future has in store for the both of you. It started with the rain, but it grew into something quite unexpected; something I thought I was finally immune to. Something so irresistible I couldn't stay away.

There's nothing more to say except that he has rekindled my faith in love (and in the existence of smart men), and I hope to have many more happy years together.

October 17, 2008

Be My Nothing

Photo by Chaovsky
Photo by Chaovsky

I never asked him to hurt me…
All I wanted was for him to break my every being—
Break me into nothing…until all my nothing was his.
~Author Unknown

To All The Boys I've Loved Before

I found this on a friend's page. Mayda's words ring true to every woman who has loved and lost. Myself included.

The lesson to be learned:
Beware of boys who think they are men and be true enough to yourself to not compromise on anything less than someone who honestly and truly loves you.



September 29, 2008

Five Random Things Most People Don't Know About Me

  • 1. I had 6 fingers on my left hand when I was born.
    The doctor cut it off soon after. I still have the scar and the oddly shaped lower joint on my pinky finger.

  • 2. I collect the illustrated Google logos because I find them wonderfully clever.
    I try to check everyday to see if there is something new to add to my GoogleLogos folder that lives on my desktop.

  • 3. I enjoy writing adult fiction in secret.
    Unbeknownst to many, I have published quite a few of my stories on different websites under an anonymous pen name and have gotten very good feedback from my readers.

    By Sergio Vollono
  • 4. I have a giant list of interesting book titles that I see people reading on the train.
    I plan to one day read them all.

  • 5. I have a giant crush on the writer Elliott Kalan from the Metro.
    His editorial column is always on the page adjacent to the crosswords. Whenever I get my daily crossword fix I see him (if he does the editorial for that issue). Then I have hot and steamy fantasies about having my way with him. On the train no less.

    Geeky boys always get me riled up.

    Elliot, if you find this and are into pierced latex-obsessed horn-dogs please contact me!

September 25, 2008

Mistakes in Art

“Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.”
—Scott Adams

Title Unknown
Jean-Micheal Basquiat

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