Category Archives: WTF?

Ridiculous Moments in R&B, Part 1.

(x-posted from Brokey’s spot)


So after finishing up my ridiculous moments in new jack swing post however many years ago, I seem to have become sensitive to all ridiculous moments in music.  I noticed very recently that my subconscious has been compiling a working list of ridiculous moments in R&B, all of R&B, not just the 90s, so I sat down intending to do a quick purging.  Turns out this quick purging is too long for just one post, so I think it’s gonna be a 3-parter as of now.  So!  Without further achoo and in no particular order, let’s get part one started right!

goodforu11.  Chante Moore clearly hates her friends. Ladies, close your eyes and imagine this.  Well, read this first, and then close your eyes cause it’d be kind of hard to do the other way around.  Okay.  It’s a Friday night.  You and some of your girlfriends gather together to have a glass of wine or 4 and do some therapeutic venting about your man problems.  Love is a battlefield, and sometimes even the mightiest of warriors get weary, and tonight, all you wanna do is find some strength in your girls and forget that men even exist for awhile.

Then the one heffa in the room with a man stands up and yells, ‘LATER FOR YOU LONELY BITCHES, I GOTTA GO HOME AND WATCH LEROY GET BUTT NEKKID AND COOK ME SOME BREAKFAST.  BYE!’  That’s pretty much what ‘Chante’s got a Man’ amounts to for me.  Like serious, she’s just like ‘yeah, it sucks that you don’t have a man.  Your man is cheatin’ on you, girl.  Mmph, what a pity.  Welp!  My life is awesome!  Sorry your man blacked your eye last week!  My man’s on the phone gotta go bye!’  she hid a positive ‘you deserve better than this’ message in there, sure but you literally have to look for it between her sounding not too sorry about one of her girlfriends gettin’ beat up by her man and singing out a laundry list of the good shit her man does for her.  Fuck that, if I was her friends, id lock her in a bathroom and snatch her bald, see how her man likes that.  Watch the video here.  I’m not putting it up myself out of respect for Chante’s manless battered abused friends (Brokey cares if don’t nobody else care). More…

This Is an Actual Thing That Has Happened.


Um, Really?

Now, I cried like everyone else on election night. Just last night, I finished Brick City, which ended with Barack Obama’s election, and felt the need to watch his fantastic victory speech again. But Obama winning the Nobel Peace Prize, really? The dude just got started. Maybe you want to wait. But then, it is pretty full of audacity and hope, and that’s the president’s thing.

Your President, The Robot.

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Craigslist + Job Searching in a Small City = :(


So if you pay attention to the ridiculousness that goes on around here, I appreciate you.  I also assume that you know that I moved outta Philly back home to Louisville, Kentucky, and that I’m jobless as a motherfreaker right now.  Been job searching in the daytime with a flashlight and in the night time with a… flashlight (sometimes my metaphors don’t work all the way right) and coming up empty handed.

Now back in Philly, I had a GREAT job.  OMG.  Best job ever in the world in the history of life.  I found it via Craigslist.  I also think I found my apartment via Craigslist when I first got to the city.  I thought it was so cool, man.. so many people used it, and it made life really convenient.  Shopping, selling, searching, Craigslist was *it*.

So I get home and when I start my search, I immediately head to Craigslist.  Not as much going on for Louisville’s Craigslist as there is for Philly’s, but there were some really good looking jobs up there!  I felt confident that I, with all my talent, charms, and wit, wouldn’t be without a job long.

FOUR WEEKS LATER.  I am still living in my mama’s attic watching TV court shows in my sweats all day.  WTF, Craigslist!??! More…

Question for the Room.

Is this real?

(via Latoya, who’s  guesting over at Jez)