Eat, Drink, and be Merry.

Two of my best gals turned the big 3-0 and I spent the weekend with them celebrating life.   I love these girls, and its no wonder because they’re both Scorpios — I don’t DO timid.  

We celebrated their milestones with good food, good drinks, and good company in The City and down in the Napa Valley.   Next week we see Bruno Mars, courtesy of yours truly.  

To my BFF and my Sissie — If you teach me how to make 30 look so good, I’ll teach you how to dougie.  =)  Hope the rest of you had as good a week as I did. 

P.S. All this post-season partying has been detrimental to my fitness.  My jeans told me this weekend they hate me.  Back on my grind TODAY!

Generation Prude Meets Generation Rude.

I was talking with my mom about the subject of gay marriage and my 100 year old grandma side-busted on our conversation and started talking shit. Full-out-wash-your-mouth-bonafide-shit talking.   I was taken aback cuz my sweet lil’ ol’ grandma was spewing profanity usually reserved for my or my brother’s stupidity.   

Not that she hates gays, nor anyone for that matter.    But she was pissed off because “the world is so different from when she grew up.  What’s right?  What’s wrong?  Where’s Up?  Where’s down?”    Betcha by golly wow, my lola has a valid point. 

You see, my lola was born in 1909 and she didn’t know any gays.  She also didn’t walk around in miniskirts and tops with low necklines.   She didn’t stay out of the house past 8 pm, and she DEFINITELY didn’t have sex before she got married.   None of her friends got pregnant at 15, nor snuck out of the house to sleep at their boyfriend’s.   “Fucking cunt shit” was not part of her everyday vocabulary, and the word “bitch” was not a term of endearment. 

I, on the other hand, am guilty of all of the above.  

*Bless me Father, for I have sinned.*

My grandma used to always get mad at me for little shit.   She’d always tell me my stomach would hurt when I wore midriffs (it was 1998, ok?) and scold me for being at my boyfriends house.  Looking back, she also wasn’t afraid to tell him he was ugly… to his face.  (ok, so he kinda was, but i was in love!)  

My parents are less old fashioned — my mom had a tranny bridesmaid at her wedding —  but thankfully are a comfortable medium between my lola and my MTV generation.   So what happened in between her generation and mine that has created such a fucked up general moral compass? 

Shit wasn’t perfect then either tho… Blacks, Women, and Gays weren’t treated equally nor civilly (and still don’t, but that’s another post in itself).  and I get it..  shit goes out of style.  But does self respect go out the window too?   Since when has it been “normal” to have a 5th grader talk about blow jobs?  

I don’t know wether it has to do with the media, the fact that I live in the most indulgent country on the planet or a culmination of both;  however, the mere fact that kids are having kids, killing kids and stealing their mother’s boyfriends speaks volumes to me.   Maury makes a living entertaining America with these stories while we tend to disassociate because the people on TV are somehow less real than the people next door.   It’s crazy to realize that they are one in the same and frankly, its a sad state of affairs.

If our kids are acting like this, I don’t even want to know how their grand kids will turn out.  These kids should meet my lola.   She’d give em a good curse word or two.

hala ka diyan.

i wrote this post on the Hellz blog last week about spaking ur children and oh BOY did i get a response.   from agreeing with me, to completely disagreeing with me and calling me “disgusting”… i got a lot of heated, heartfelt comments about it.    you can read the original post with all comments HERE.  lemme know your thoughts?  i’m interested in your take on the matter.  

isa! dalawa!

Posted by raaachem on January 22nd, 2010

shit.  whenever i heard my mom counting, i knew i was in trouble.  in fact, i was gonna get my ass beat and there was nothing i could do about it. 


jess put me on to this article in hearty mag:

Debra Danielsen, mother of Farrah Abraham who stars in MTV’s reality series Teen Mom, was arrested yesterday for domestic assault. According to the Omaha World Herald, Danielsen was standing three feet from Farrah holding two knives and screaming when the police entered their Iowa home. Danielsen refused to comply with police orders to drop the knives and the officers drew their guns on her. Reports state that Farrah and her mother had been fighting over childcare issues and other “problems”.

where do i even begin?  long gone are the days of my youth, where anyone older than you could discipline you by kicking your butt (strangers, and family members included).  

all my aunties, uncles and older cousins had every right to discipline me when i’d get out of line, and please believe they did.   i even remember the principal at my elementary school would spank kids everytime they would get an infraction.

hitting children was just the way it went.  it was discipline and it was soooo necessary.  how the fuck else were we supposed to know how to act right, right?   

then came the day when some smart-ass-all-kinds-of-wrong-kinda kid figured out that spanking could be misinterpreted as child abuse.    maybe, if he told people he was gettin’ abused by his parentals, he could then do whatever the fuck he wanted without gettin’ belt marks on his ass.    to say this was the start of a slippery slope that has ended with kids killing kids, kids getting pregnant, and kids simply running amuck is an understatement.  

as a parent myself, it kills me to spank my son’s hand or his butt when he’s doin’ things that he’s not supposed to do.   and altho i believe Farrah’s mom did a LIL TOO much, i truly believe Farrah needed SOME kind of discipline.  do you see the way she talks to her mom?   no kinda respect whatsoever.  

as a child, i understand all too well…   but i also understand that the prospect of getting hit with a belt, a slipper, or a hanger scared me shitless and kept me outta trouble.   it made me come home at curfew, do the dishes and my homework, and never ever ever talk back to my parents.  ever. 

regarldess of your position on child spanking, it works.  timeouts, and grounding and alla that shit works too.   but i put $100 that Farrah’s parents never spanked her as a kid…. and they wonder why she’s the way she is.  psh. 


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