How to date, mate and relate. Mixing race, culture and creed.
“Sometimes people can just not like you. I can follow every HTML-coded line of advice and be all the things I listed in Paragraph 1 and it would still be possible for a woman to conclude that I was a narcissistic, insincere yoga-perv. Please take my word for this. Donâ€™t make me show you the court papers.”
I admit, I panicked a little tiny bit when Wikipedia voluntarily went dark this week to protestâ€¦ something.
Like most noble gestures, it seemed entirely self-defeating. How am I supposed to know if Iâ€™m against it if I canâ€™t check Wikipedia to find out what it is?
All I can say is…the debbil made me do it.
Wait till you see this…lol
Who says you can’t be black, beautiful female comedian? Franchesca pulls this off effortlessly, and makes us all look good.
I learned that Hanukkah is not the Jewish celebration of the birth of Jesus. In fact, I checked their whole holiday schedule and almost none of them have anything to do with Jesus at all.
With New Year’s Eve coming up, I wonder how many of us will wake up the next day naked, save for those twirly things strippers wear on their nipples, and roll over and look at a dude who ALSO has those twirly things on HIS nipples, and you wonder, “how the HAY-ELL did I get [...]
As of late, this blog has been infiltrated by unwanted guests from Trollpania. But this is a new strain of virus–the “edu-ma-cated” troll, who starts out quietly, voice just a whisper of dissent (unlike his Neanderthal ancestors who had not yet developed the art of subtlety), and slowly, steadily and tactically attempt to derail and disrupt the pleasantness and sisterhood that is BB&W. It kind of reminds me of that zombie movie that starts with all the undead being so stupid that shooting them in the head is like fish in a barrel, but then towards the middle they become a little more savvy, like using tools and stuff to eat people’s brains out. But you know what happens in the end? The good guys always win, and those zombies get their green, rotting arses kicked before the credits roll.
See who/what won this round.
Check me out at this wacky, zany, CRAAAZY Bel Air Christmas party.
Tell me, what is the point of reminding me that some folks out yonder just wish I would die already? That’s like an Orthodox Jew going to a Gift of the Magi church play, standing up in the middle of the audience and yelling, “We like Hanukkah better, but this is a really cute unicorn story!”
I done did it. Bought the almost-sold-out tickets and everything.
Crazy soror sisters and Team White Jay drops some members.
Okay…who’s yours? Tell the truth, shame the debbil…
I’m kinda late, but there’s still nine minutes left until Saturday, East Coast time. But on a serious note, why did the female guest-slash-wanna be actress-slash-You Tube flash in the pan feel the absolute need to drop her prepared schpiel to apologize to this DBR on behalf of all black women? Of all the cartoon [...]