September 30, 2007

DUB CAR SHOW: Los Angeles Convention Center



There are a couple of dope things about living in Los Angeles, and one of them is the car culture. Back in SF, we'd have the Lowrider Car show at the Cow Palace and you didn't have to buy a ticket to enjoy the festivities; all you had to do was buy a 22 oz of Corona, post up on Mission Street, and wait for the cars to get out. The past couple years have been a bust, with all the sideshow hype bringing unnecessary 5-0 to break up the good time, so its good to experience the car culture on a whole new level out here in the land of the lo-lo's.




One of the fans of my show! She ran after me to say hello and snap a pic as soon as we walked in. "I watched your show every week!" It felt good to know that people still remembered something that seemed so long ago...





Let's not forget the matching thong for the rearview. Ick.










This reminds me of being at the nail salon!



Of course, a car show isn't a car show without the scantily-clad chicks that give auto enthusiasts a reason to roll out of bed. Something I found interesting is the girls that don't get paid to look like hoebags, and still come in their hot pants. It's the only time they look less skanky by comparison.




Okay, I went to a bougie douchebag club in Beverly Hills last week to see an old friend spin, and saw 4 broads rocking this kind of minidress (slightly rouched, wide band on the bottom, cheap poly/cotton blend) That didn't include the two girls that walked in wearing the shit. WTF? Is it the new skank uniform addition to the clear hooker platforms? If you're gonna show some skin, at least be creative about your options. Sheesh. This ain't Flavor of Love, people.














Some awesome concept cars:













Doors open, mayne!

September 27, 2007

Prego Diaries : Part II

10 reasons why having a bun in the oven ain't so bad after all...




10. The tits you've always wanted? You betcha.


9. Getting a foot rub every other day (thanks hon!)


8. Not having to carry shit.


7. People telling you that you have "that glow" when really you just switched back to mineral makeup. But thanks!


6. Having a reason to spend an extra 30 minutes in the bathroom getting ready.


5. For some weird reason, guys holler at you more for the above reasons # 10, # 7 and #6. But ladies, don't feel ashamed to take a compliment just because you're knocked up. Pretty is pretty is pretty. Fuck that.


4. Listening to your girls' bad date/bad casual sex stories and, this time, laughing at them, instead of with them.


3. Seeing the next generation of hoochies pose in their Myspace Vegas pics and thinking "Thank God that isn't me." Not that it ever was...

2. Giving up drinking, and smoking (fuck!) for those nine months and feeling better than ever. No random hookups, hacking coughs, yellow teeth, losing your keys within 5 minutes of having them, and drunken texts you wish you could take back. (But damnit, after this baby is born, once in a while is still okay! Sheesh!)


1. The second trimester, when the nausea subsides, the energy increases, the baby kicks, and you start to feel like you're doing something constructive in this world besides eating salad and recycling.

September 25, 2007

It's about damn time they freed those BROADS!




(courtesy of The ONION)
14 American Apparel Models Freed in Daring Midnight Raid

American Apparel is a perfect example of oxymoronic activism. Or should I say, MACKTIVISM. So what if you moved your sweatshops 300 miles north? So what if you pay your illegal immigrants minimum wage? Does that give you a right to exploit prepubescent grade-schoolers you sick fuck?!
Apparently, the guy who founded American Apparel is a major perv who was rumored to be jacking himself off once when a lady journalist was interviewing him. And since I'm a journalist/activist myself, I find that shit downright repulsive.

It's kind of like saving the environment by buying $375 organic cotton designer jeans. WTF.

September 20, 2007

The Choppers are still flying...



At around 8am, I was able to fall asleep after a hot cocoa, a banana, and the new episode of Top Chef that I missed last night. I think I'm getting sick...fall is finally hitting Los Angeles and we slept with the window open. The house is quiet and cold, since the hubby left early this morning to film on an upcoming movie (details later). I think it rained too, which is always weird since no one ever associates LA with rain. The only things stirring are my baby in my belly, and a lonely feeling that America is in dire need for a change. Here is a clip that the homegirl Lois left on my Myspace regarding the Jena 6. After the melancholy of dawn, and a sore throat, it was good to laugh a little and know that at least some Hip Hop artists use their influence in a critical way.





Now back to Top Chef reruns...(I missed the episode where Howie got axed!)
No Sleep on Sunset.




I awoke this morning to the familiar sound of helicopters flying low overhead. It's early. Usually, the sound is elicited by a crime or some sort, since the area I live in is pretty much gang territory, from the scribbling that appears on the wall of the intersection.


Today, those helicopters are because people are mobilizing in support of the "Jena 6", 6 young black boys who are charged with beating a young white boy in Louisiana. What's amazing is that all the coverage on the event is so incredibly biased that it's insane. While the crime, which is the "brutal beating" of an "innocent boy" is repeated incessantly over mainstream news channels such as Channel 4, Channel 5 and CNN, no one is explaining the situation as I read it weeks ago.

As a member of the press, I find it severely disheartening that there are repeated claims that the charges are "not racially motivated". Is it really 2007?

September 15, 2007

Souljah Boy SPOOF - which is your favorite?


Spongebob Squarepants -





Dora the Explorer -



or

Barney -


September 10, 2007

Lucky Me


I couldn't have picked a better time to be pregnant. In some weird way, it's "in style" to be properly knocked up at this exact era in history. Stretchy leggings and billowy dresses relieve my need to retreat into a fashion-retarded maternity section. "Baby Mama" is a tasteless stigma no more, but de riguer in today's daddy-less society.


While my counterparts suffered as young moms whose timing was less forgiving, I have the equivalent of a Birkin bag in my belly. (I shudder at the comparison as well, dear readers, but being prego gets you more press than shaving your head)


For Nicole Ritchie, it's a wake-up call to stop mixing Vicodin with weed and driving the wrong way down a freeway.



For Christina Aguilera, it's another one-up over Britney for doing things the "right" way.



For Halle Berry, it's revenge to her dumb ass beta-male of an ex-husband for his infidelity, by mixing her superior genes with that of a much younger Canadian model.




And for me, it became a welcome reason to be less self-centered. No more worrying about who's talking shit about who, or what dude/broad is faking the funk. No more bitchfests about the adventures of casual dating with its eventual disappointments. And luckily for me, peace of mind about how ready I am to bring life into this world with a supportive partner, an even better sex life, and a baby who can somehow execute the magnificent feat of turning all my bitterness into beauty.


But don't get me wrong, pregnancy has a curious effect on people around you. It throws their modem out of whack, and puts you in some awkward situations with questions like "Was it planned?" or, for him, "Congrats...um...you're the father, right?"


So I've compiled a list of DO's and DON'ts for the rest of the world not hip to this trend of parenting. I've been guilty of these transgressions as well, and hope these tips prove informative and preventative of behavior that is unconsciously insensitive, and often borderline offensive, starting with number one...

DO

Ask if she minds her belly being rubbed! It's a subconscious gesture we often do, but some women do not like to be groped, especially by complete strangers. Although personally, I find it endearing with those I am familiar, many find it to be invasive
and downright rude. And with our belly's growing conspicuousness, can you imagine someone grabbing your spare tire while grinning like an idiot? Makes you a little self-consious.

DON'T

Mention how big she is getting. Yes, we look in the fucking mirror every day at our exponentially-growing waistline, so we know. You don't have to ignore the bump, but any exclamation of surprise about the size of our belly is off-putting and cannot be easily chased by, "...but you're beautiful." Fuck. You.

DO

Tell her how pretty she is whenever you can. A woman's mind goes through serious misgivings about never having her perky, young body back, but it's the most unselfish sacrifice a woman can make in this society of the beauty-and-botox-obsessed.

DON'T

Share your labor horror stories, even in jest. Save them for after the baby is born. Every pregnancy and labor is different.

DO


Ask if she needs help! With anything! I've had friends who were too high to notice that I was carrying 3 heavy bags up 2 flights of stairs. We do need a little bit of help every now and then, but if we have to ask you, you are already kind of an asshole.


DON'T

Recall the details of your rager-of-a-party last night and how awesomely fucked-up you got. Remember, we gave up those vices in solidarity with our little one, so exercise some sensitivity, you lush. And that goes for baby-daddies too. My man is good enough to quit in support of me, so offering him a cig, a blunt, or a bottle of cognac because he's not with child isn't always a good look.

DO

Be aware that we can still go to a club, a bar, or another social setting and enjoy ourselves *gasp* sober. Truth is, I like ordering a ginger ale, pretending to be wasted, and watching the rest of you embarrass yourselves with the firewater. Pregnant women should not be shunned to the margins of society because you feel self-conscious about being around someone who isn't as beligerrent as you are, or wish to be.

DON'T

Light up in front of an obviously prego lady. In my case, my dude/homeboys will willingly shove that shit down your throat if you make us ask you to put it out, and don't comply.

DO


Come to terms (no pun) with the fact that you will be having a baby...and that is the most wonderful thing in the world. No amount of denying, regret, fighting, shoulda woulda coulda is gonna change the fact that they are coming, so enjoy your pregnancy and give your labor good vibes. I'm lucky enough to have a partner who is so excited about the baby, he announces it on radio shows, at screaming audiences, even to unsuspecting strangers. But if you don't, there is enough love in this world to help you raise that baby without an ounce of hesitation. Mothers have been doing it since the beginning of time, and so can you.