To Booty Pop or not to Booty Pop? The (clearing throat) real you.

   I saw a television advertisement last night that got me to thinking, dangerous thing I know.

  The ad was for women's underwear with padding on its posterior, which was meant to give the impression the young lady was -- shall we say -- working with a little bit more than what her momma gave her. The device was called the "Booty Pop."

  Just a few weeks prior to that I saw Chris Rock's documentary "Good Hair," which was about the trials and limits some black women experience in pursuit of a "beautiful" head of hair.  Some women, and/or their significant others, pay thousands of dollars (yes that's with three zeros) to have hair braided, glued or sewn in which, at some point, belonged to a Hindu pilgrim at least three thousand miles away. Others apply chemicals to their scalp that can completely disintegrate an aluminum can.
  Uuuhh, why? No seriously, why is it that some women feel that their bust line (and I suppose their booty line?) have to be a certain measure? Or why their hair has to be a certain length (and straightness -- sistas). For that matter, why must a woman's eyes be a certain color, why must she stand within a certain height, and (yes I'm going there) why  must she weigh a certain amount.
  Now I know the usual blame game, "we do these things because that's what men want." Really? Just when in the hell did that survey get passed around in class? I must have been absent that day. When I sit back and think about it I've got one biological brother, three cousins and five best friends -- all of which I consider to be my brothers -- and between the ten of us you get at least ten different ideas on what exactly is attractive in a woman. One of my brothers has a thing for big, I mean REALLY big women. Another one has a habit of dating really mean women, I'm talkin' rattlesnake mean.
  I've even managed to get myself romantically entangled with very different types of women. From braids to dreads to perms; short to tall (I had a thing for this girl from the basketball team once. 6'3" and gorgeous.); light skin, dark skin, black, white, latin and asian; skinny and thick around the middle -- I've managed to date or try to date them all. I guess what I'm trying to say is -- we men really don't care in general, we just want you.
That's what I think anyway, but I want to know what you think? Please take a moment and comment.

Writer's block(head)

I know the blog has been silent for the past few days and that is partly to be expected with it being the holiday season. But that is only a portion of the blame. It would seem that I had developed quite a case of writers block. I had to open my big mouth. ONEMANANDHISTHOUGHTS indeed!

God and Girlfriends ... or the lack there of. (part 1)

On one of my semi-monthly visits to my grandmother Martha a few weeks ago, she said something that got me to thinking.
During the segment of the conversation usually reserved for my salvation and how she would like to have at least ONE member of her family members join her in paradise on earth for all eternity --she's a Jehovah's Witness-- when she said something I've heard before.
"Jehovah is just waiting for you to dedicate your life to him. Then he'll give you the woman you're supposed to have." (I suppose he'll just pluck a rib from my chest and craft my Eve.)
Now don't go jumping on the JW's case o ye of other faiths. I have heard similar refrains from Jews, Muslims and other Christians during my travels. It seems only Buddha is Laissez faire when it comes to matters of the heart. But I digress.
The car ride home started the way it always does, with me imagining what it would be like to spend eternity in a lake of fire. As I pondered whether I could backstroke through lava my terror turned into anger.
"Is God really that spiteful," I thought for a moment ... then I got over myself. I'm not the smartest man in captivity, but I get the feeling that our father probably has more important things to do than keep me from finding a girlfriend.
So that begs the question, "Am I keeping myself from finding romantic happiness? And if so, why?" ...

A grand experiment begins

Alright, alright already! After much delay I've decided to start the blog that folks have been asking me to start for some time now (Eddie Brown).
I should say at the outset, I may not post every single day, but when I do post it may be several in one day.
Alright, here we go ...