Monthly Archives: March 2007

some men are mean

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I know many of you have already heard this story.

I don’t want to harp on it, b/c I do feel like I’ve done nothing but post about cops lately. I wanna add that esp in this case, I don’t think it had anything to do with the pressure of being a cop. I think this is just a bad guy. A truly bad person. You know how Mother Theresa was a truly good person? Well, this dude is completely 180° in the opposite direction, bad person.

The video below is of a 12-year veteran of the Chicago police department, Anthony Abbate, beating down a Chi-town bartender. Let’s note a couple of things before you watch the video:

- Anthony is 250 lbs to the female bartender’s 115 lbs. Now, I’m not saying that if he was smaller or she was bigger, that this would make this any better; b/c it wouldn’t.
- Also, I have to note that if you just found my blog & are under 18, you are not to watch the video. In fact, I really don’t want anyone under 18 reading my blog anyway. Sorry to be that way, but that’s just how it is.
- I’d also like to note something the Police Superintendent Phil Cline said. He said “He’s tarnished our image worse than anybody else in the history of the department”.

That last statement means that the upper-level police enforcement think that this was a horrible thing. I mean, more horrible than back in the day when Capone had the Chicago police in his pocket. So, if upper-level management ppl thought this was so bad, then why did it a month for the police to arrest him? Did they not know where one of their own was? Did they not see him on a regular basis?

I think this is the part that worries me the most. The lackadaisicality [yes, I'm making that a word] of us with some ppl. I mean, look at our society!? For certain ppl, we let things slide. Now, I’m not gonna mention some obvious cases; but look at all the celebs lately who’ve had drunk driving accidents, a couple of which have left innocent victims dead. They’ve gotten little more than a slap on the wrist. I’m not even gonna mention them all, b/c I can think of 5 off the top of my head, but I know there’s been way more than that.

Again, before you watch the video, I want to warn you that it’s not nice. You may not even want to watch it, & that’s fine. You can click on the link above to the related news articles & just read about it instead. Also, I want to reiterate that I think this is more a reflection on this person as a person, & not on the Chicago police. Although I do maintain that I think it’s sketchy that they waited a month to do anything about it. Did I mention that there are also allegations that this Anthony Abbate & at least one other person threatened the bartender to keep her from pressing charges. Um, did you catch the part that said “at least one other person”? Do you mean there may have been a whole gaggle of them?!

I just want to say that I’m just really upset about this right now. I don’t want to post these stories; I just feel a moral obligation to do so. I feel like I need to make sure others know in case they didn’t already hear about it. And even hear about it again if they have already heard.

Wonder Woman

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So, yesterday I went to the grocery store just down the street to pick up some eggs for breakfast. I’ve been sick the last few days, & was feeling slightly better & was up to just going out to run a quick easy errand. So, I head to the store, walk in past the cashiers, & cut through a check-out counter that wasn’t manned. There was this large woman in a green velour sweat-suit looking over the magazines in the checkout line next to the one I cut across. I noticed her b/c:

1- She was quite large. Not fat. Just large, like the Amazon women from the Wonder Woman series. Like, her bone structure was just larger than a normal woman’s would be. *Ok, I need to stop using the word ‘large’ here. I don’t mean it in a bad “fat” way.

2- Her perfume was quite overwhelming. I don’t normally wear perfume; I might spray some on by myself once a year. Perhaps a couple of times a year, when I’m getting ready for something w/ my two sisters, they may spray some on me to try out.

So, I just noticed her at first, walked past her on my way to the dairy case as she was putting her things on the conveyor belt. I got my eggs, & went back to the express lane to check out. I paid for my eggs, & was walking towards the door just as green-velour-amazon-lady was looking through her proportionate purse to pay for her groceries.

That’s when I actually saw her face for the first time. She was a he!!

Now, I know this isn’t a big deal. Esp since I know I live in a predominantly gay area. But what got me was how much effort this person put into her looks on a Sunday morn (ok, afternoon, whatever. So I slept in; I was sick, remember?)

I was proud of myself for having showered that day. I’d put on my moisturizer/spf so that I don’t end up w/ wrinkles. And I go to the grocery store to see that this ‘woman’ had not only showered, & put on moisturizer, but also full make-up, did up her hair, had on full eye makeup (w/ the false eyelashes), EVERYTHING!

To tell you the truth, this kinda made me feel a little guilty that I haven’t put that much into how I look lately. When I was younger, I used to at least wear some lipstick, eye-brightener & mascara daily. (Then again, I also never went out w/out glitter on either.) I enjoy being female b/c I do get to dress nice, & wear make-up, & play w/ my hair to look pretty. It’s fun, I do enjoy it all.

But then I remembered that I was sick, & it’s fine not have to do all that stuff if I don’t feel like it.

minimum wage

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As some of you know, I sometimes refer to my bff’s site & some things that she posts there. She doesn’t post very often anymore (like she used to); but that just means that she really needed to post it. Anyway, her recent post is about money; well, about a few things, but I’m gonna talk about the money part. This really hits home for me today, b/c I just spent the last hour calculating my budget for the next 3 months. I’m trying very hard right now to do some things. I’ve invested a lot into the life that I have right now, & I don’t want to see it fall apart frivolously. I’m at a key point in my relationship with Mr. T; & as Urban Cowgirl mentioned the other day, many a relationship has fallen doom to financial issues.

I’m not gonna touch the government’s money problems. I know that’ll take forever; plus they’re changing the student loan rules/laws/terms right now, as we speak (again).

But there was one particular sentence in there that I’ve actually almost posted about last December (but I just didn’t post much til recently due to lack of time). “And the inflation is NOT in sync with the raises of minimum wage…”

I don’t know what local issues y’all voted on last November, but one of our issues was to raise minimum wage. I don’t normally like to talk about how I vote about things, b/c ultimately, I don’t think it should matter. I am not really swayed by what most ppl have to say, so why would anyone want to know what I have to say. And if they do care so much, they should really evaluate how they think for themselves.

You know the line from that Kanye West song: “Before you ask me to get a job today, can I at least get a raise on a minimum wage?”*

Last November, our community voted to raise minimum wage. Sounds great, I guess. But what good is it to raise minimum wage, if you don’t make accommodations for doing so? Obviously, we need to raise it b/c of inflation, & ppl just need more money to barely scrap by. BUT, even with the raise, they’re still gonna be scrapping by. That means that if someone was just under the cusp, & was receiving WIC or some other sort of government assistance; & now they’re making just slightly more, & may no longer qualify.

Sometimes I feel that for all the strides that we think we make, we still fall short b/c we don’t see things through to the end. Sorry to have such a Debbie Downer post today, but I’m not feeling very positive this morn.

*you know how some ppl can relate everything to a Seinfeld epi? For me, it’s Friends & Kanye.

diffusion

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Hi. You know the times I’ve complained about police brutality?

I’m not against cops. I think they have an extremely dangerous (read: scary) job. I know the majority of them are great, great, great ppl. They are fathers & brothers & uncles & friends. They are the ppl in your neighborhood; they ppl that you see each day.*

*yes, I know that was corny. But if you know me at all, you know that deep down inside me is not a soft nougat-y center, it’s all corn yo.

But if there is a cop that gets all worked up, here is why he/she may have reason to feel that way. This is an article about 2 separate incidents that happened on the same night, an hour & just a couple of miles apart.

I actually started writing this post yesterday, & was distracted & eventually forgot to post it. Anyway, so then today, I wake up & hear about THIS. More craziness.

So, I just wanna say that when I write about crazy cops, it’s not that I’m singling out the cops. I’m singling out the crazies. I just don’t like it when things get carried away, & all out of hand. You know these ppl who are this way? Where they get so out of control. I don’t care if they’re hoodlums, or cops, or a disgruntled employee, or whomever. Don’t they have ppl? You know what I’m talking about? Like I have ppl in my life that will keep me in check; I call them my sisters. If I’m doing something they think is going to lead to something bad, they will def call me out on it. I have a couple of close friends & I have Mr. T. If I’m feeling down, they’ll notice & try to help.

Where are the ppl? Everyone has ppl in their life. Even if they don’t reach out to them. Those ppl should notice & respond accordingly. I think that we are just so apathetic sometimes. I remember studying about diffusion of responsibility; & the woman who got stabbed in NYC while a dozen ppl heard her cries for help & didn’t think to do anything b/c they thought someone else would. I think we all have a personal responsibility to say or do something, anything, if we think it could help.

I was at a college fair held for high schoolers recently, & the family (mother/daughter team) next to me were going from table to table asking each school if they had a musical theatre program. I know it was none of my business, but I went up to the mother, & admitted that I had overheard her last conversation & mentioned a school in Chicago that I knew of that had a really great program (that school was not at that particular fair). Today, I went to the mailroom in our building & saw that they had these pretty flowers in a vase. But the water was getting contaminated b/c there were leaves under the water. So, I mentioned that if she stripped the leaves off the part of the stem that’s underwater, the flowers would last a week longer. Now, maybe (read: probably) I do butt into a lot of things that really don’t concern me. But this is just how I am; I’ve come to terms with it.

Maybe I need to come to terms with ppl not caring. ~sigh~

boys are punks

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In yesterday’s post, I mentioned that one of the things I had to do was make sure my brother ate healthy. I mean, he really doesn’t eat healthy. He’s a teenage boy & he’s got super fast metabolism, so he eats whatever he wants & it doesn’t really show on him. Anyway, I’ve cooked for him before & he ate everything I made. I mean, ate it, took seconds & liked what I cooked.

Well, with my parents gone, he wouldn’t eat anything. I mean, barely anything at all. PLUS, he would announce every day that he was losing weight; he lost about 10 lbs. while they were away. This was just great; exactly what I need. For my parents to put me in charge of their only son (the one who’s gonna carry on their family name); & have them return to find him all skin & bones. Fantastic.

I don’t want y’all to think I can’t cook, cause I can. Remember, he ate whatever I made before they left on their trip. Also, for Mr. T’s b-day, he asked me to make him lamb, & I made this delicious braised lamb with apples. It was amazing. So, it’s not that my food isn’t delicious, cause it is.

My brother’s just a punk. Further evidence that boys are punks.

My life as a 12-year old girl

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Today’s post is actually 2 separate installments of my real-life conversations. One actually happened during the month of January, & the other yesterday. While I consider myself extremely intelligent, sometimes I realize I come off as a 12-year old girl. The following are examples of these circumstances.

In January, my parents decided to leave us visit India for a month. Yes, they took off for a month-long vacation to India. During this time, I took over their guardian role for my teenage brother. He’s in high school, so I took him to a college day thing, & I was in charge of cooking dinner, making sure he ate*, did homework, & also the fun job of chauffeuring him to & fro his important high school activities. On one such occasion, I was to pick him up from a group study session (or group project, or something):

[I pull up & he comes out of the building. As he approaches the car, a Justin Timberlake song comes on the radio.]
Me: Ooouuu, you lucked out! This JT song just began.
Him: Uh, I don’t like Justin Timberlake.
Me: Oh, so maybe you’re not so lucky. [as I proceed to turn the volume up.]
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

At work yesterday, this woman called me & gave me her address so that I can send her something. She lives in Arlington, VA; right next to the nation’s capitol.

Me: so that’s xxx Garfield Street? Garfield, as in the cat?
Her: uhhh….
Me: [light bulb going off]Um, I guess that’s probably Garfield, as in the president, huh? [realizing that a street named Garfield next to the nation’s capitol is named after a former prezzie, not a kitty.]
Her: Yeah, it’s Garfield like the president.

milestones

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I don’t have anything new to say; nothing exciting to shared has happened yet today. BUT, ppl who know me know how much I tend to ramble; & I’d like to announce that I left a voicemail today that was only 58 SECONDS long!

Cool, huh? I know I also left a 3 min voicemail for our IT dude, but that’s b/c I had to explain something in detail for a report I need. But 58 secs! That could be a record for me.

note about spammers & word verif

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I am apologizing in advance for those of you that hate word verification. I, too, hate it. For me, it’s b/c sometimes the example that it wants you to verify is somewhat ambiguous, & it doesn’t want to accept whatever I thought it was.

But anyway, thanks to Spammy-McSpapherson, I’ve gotta turn on the word verif. At least for a while, then I’ll test out the waters again later. But isn’t it annoying? I just don’t like that anyone can use my lil corner to promulgate their own agenda. I don’t like it one bit. And I no longer feel like spending my time deleting their comments (being sure to hit that lil ‘delete forever’ button) when I have other things to do.

Mr. T’s b-day & let the weirdness ensue

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I now have more free time, but find myself at the unusual loss for things to say. Trust me, this is rare. So, I’m going to share with y’all a tale of my night last night. Yesterday was my bf, Mr. T’s, birthday. We’re gonna call him Mr. T, cause this is my page, & I can call him whatever I want.

So, we went out to celebrate to one of our regular places, & met this unusual couple. Unusual b/c the dude was 20 years her senior? Nope. Unusual b/c they were sooooo incredibly screwed up. Now, normally I don’t go around saying this about ppl. Well, not out loud anyway, & even when I do, it’s usually in confidence to just one other person. But this couple was so screwed up & I can’t even believe ppl are this way.

At 1st, they seemed nice, & they were pretty nice. The guy was telling us how great their relationship was (I’m in a great relationship too, but I don’t go around announcing it), & the girl was agreeing. blah-blah. Seems normal enough. Now, the girl starts up a flirt-fest. Now, I know nonchalant friendliness, & obvious flirting. This was waaaay beyond that. This was a major flirt-fest. I mean, the girl had on handcuffs & was chatting up every guy there. She was Anna Nicole in training.

Sorry, that just came out. I think the reason I haven’t had much to comment on is b/c Anna Nicole is everywhere you go. You just can’t get away from her. I know we’re on a massive man-hunt for Osama Bin Laden Anna Nicole’s baby-daddy. It could seriously be ANYONE; it’s like one of those murder mysteries where you must suspect everyone. Sadly, I know someone like her in real life too; where if she discovered today that she was pregnant, it could be one of a gaggle of guys. That’s the 2nd time today I used the word gaggle. I may be at the beginning of a phase where I start to use it often, so beware.

Anyway, so this girl last night. She was out with her old man (heehee, get it, cause he was 2 decades older? Not that there’s anything wrong with that). So, she was out with ole-dude, & she was out to flirt. If you’re looking to find yourself a new man… um… you don’t take your current guy along for the ride. It’s just rude & disrespectful. And she went on & on about how she’s never cheated on a bloke. It’s splitting hairs. Yeah, she’s never cheated, but so what? It’s not like she’s being emotionally or mentally faithful. Just because she’s been physically faithful (according to her), that’s not much.

I can’t even go on. I can’t go into detail how out there crazy this couple was, but I do know that they could possible win a prize for being in one of the most unhealthy relationships ever.

I hope to have more things of substance to post eventually. Sorry for the rambling today. But it was just such a strange night.