Thursday, September 30, 2010

Last week, while stumbling around on YouTube, I came across this:

Yes, R&B upstart Mario's cover of Keith Sweat's classic "Right And A Wrong Way." I was absolutely shocked that I had never heard of it. Usually anytime Keith sneezes I get a text or an e-mail from someone filling me in. It's odd that this flew under the radar for so long - especially since Mario did a magnificent job. The wifey even went as far to say that Mario's version bested the original.

Ha, ha, silly girl. Let's not go THAT far.

But that got me to thinkin' - how many times have remakes eclipsed original recordings? It doesn't happen often. Usually, I'm satisfied when a cover stands on equal ground with the original - like when Keith's boys Ol Skool teamed with Xscape in '98 when they covered Atlantic Starr's "Am I Dreaming." I did, however, recall a few times when a newer artist outdid their predecessor. For instance:

Avant and Keke Wyatt - My First Love

(Original) Rene & Angela - My First Love

And right off the bat, I'm sure I infuriated about 75 percent of Georgia Mae readers. But hear me out. Avant surely can't match Rene note for note, but I think Keke actually outshines Angela Winbush. It comes down to emotion. Angela sounds like she's singing about love, Keke sounds like a woman who is in love. She provides the visceral passion that the original lacks. That gives Avant and Keke a very slight edge.

Legaci - Whatcha Say

(Original) Jason Derulo - Whatcha Say

My bro-in-law introduced me to these Legaci guys a few months ago. They've garnered a slight buzz by remaking songs and posting them on YouTube. One listen to their voices and, like me, you'll be screaming to the heavens in frustration that these poor guys can't get their break while your favorite rappers are cluttering up radio with auto-tuned R&B songs. I haven't heard soul like this since Boyz II Men - and that's not an exaggeration. All of their work is impressive, especially their cover of Jason Derulo's recent hit. Derulo's song is OK, but Legaci strip out all of the gimmicky auto-tune and android-sounding women, layer it with a heaping helping of soul and blow the original out of the water.

The Fugees - Killing Me Softly

(Original) Lori Lieberman - Killing Me Softly With His Song

Everyone thinks this was originally Roberta Flack's song and unquestionably her 1973 version is the best known, but it first belonged to Lori Lieberman - and I actually prefer her version over Roberta's. She just seemed to take a bit more time with it; Roberta's version always sounds slightly hurried to me. But Lauryn Hill's 1996 version trumps them both by borrowing the best parts of her predecessors - Roberta's soul and Lori's inquisitive (and insecure) inflections. I didn't even mind the "ONE TIME!' ad-libs and the "Bonita Applebum" sample, even though I'm not a fan of A Tribe Called Quest.

And I'm sure that just infuriated the remaining 25 percent of our readers.

What other covers shined brighter than the originals?
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Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Georgia Mae readers know that I've been a champion for Amerie for years now. I'll repeat this until I'm blue in the face, but the woman should be a megastar by now.

But it's getting hard to defend her when she keeps disappointing me. First, her letdown of an album last year. And now this:

Desiree filled me in on Amerie's new look. And we both wept. From

“I’ve always wanted to go platinum blonde, and I figured I’d finally just do it,” Ameriie exclusively tells of her new ’do. “One of the things that inspired me are photos I’ve seen of children in the Solomon Islands. They are very brown-skinned, and a lot of them grow white-blonde hair naturally. The contrast in dark skin tone and extremely light hair is really beautiful to me. So I just went for it!”

To quote that talking horse from The Ren & Stimpy show:

She can say what she wants, but this blonde look is yet another reinvention for Amerie, who by the way, now spells her name with an extra 'i' - Ameriie. That's just an unnecessary eyesore - that would be like spelling my name as Eddward.

Oh wait...

Moving on, these are merely reinvention tactics to freshen up Ameri(i)e's image. But she's gonna have to do better than adding vowels and making herself look like one of those girls from Salior Moon. If she wants to experiment with a few new sounds for her next album, I think that's cool. But superficial image changes aren't gonna do the trick. It just looks desperate

I understand her frustration. The woman has had a handful of great singles, three outstanding albums and the marketable beauty that  record execs love. I have no idea what's holding her back. And before any of you say "it's because she can't sing" that doesn't stop y'all from supporting these young'ns who whip their hair back and forth or ruin Eminem's songs.

If we don't support Amerie she might grow a beard next time.
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Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Last week I proclaimed that black men were having the worst week ever. There was one exception.

Jay-Z landed the cover of Forbes. Check him out hobnobbing with Warren Buffett of all people.

Although it was good for him, it was likely bad for us because we will NEVER hear the end of this magazine cover. Rich guys bragging about their riches tend to annoy us broke average joes.

And speaking of broke, you'll never guess who has resurfaced to take aim at rap's richest man:

Uh oh! Uh oh! Uh oh! Uh oh! Uh oh!

Seems like the Hammerman wasn't too happy about verses Jay (sorta) directed toward him on Kanye West's new song "So Appalled":

"Show me where the boats is / Ferrari Testarosas / And Hammer went broke / So you know I'm more focused / I lost 30 mil so I spent another 30 / 'Cause unlike Hammer 30 million can't hurt me."

He may be a walking punchline now, but there was a time when M.C. Hammer was more popular than Jay-Z ever will be. The dude had his own cartoon, for goodness sakes - and don't front like you didn't watch it. But then he blew all his money on interior decorators and helicopters (seriously!) and wound up $13 million in the hole. He then found Christ, as most celebrities tend to do when they're forced to move back in with their parents, and last I heard, became a pastor.

Check out these un-Christlike twitter messages directed to Jay, courtesy of

"KING HAMMER:You wanted my attention #HellBoy (Jigga) got it

"Laughing at these grown men coming on my timeline with they #pompoms waving for #HellBoy (Jigga) .."

"@kanyewest jay-hoe aka #HellBoy Tell Jay Oct 31 (Devils Nite) We'll see if this record and video"Hurt's Him" .. #IamHammer"

Well, at least this pastor didn't tweet pics of himself in muscle shirts.

Ha, look at Hammer trying to suck up to the juvenile Internet crowd by alluding that Jay is part of those devil-worshipping Illuminatiz. But who is gonna side with Hammer in this "beef?" Getting all emotional over a throwaway line in a rap song is not grounds for a war, especially when the offended party's career ended before most of today's rap fans were born. And it's not like Hammer has a great track record of winning rap beefs - the dude couldn't even shut up Vanilla Ice back in the day! Oct. 31 is scary enough without Hammer threating to release a sure-to-be-atrocious diss song.

Funny how Hammer had no problem with both Drake and Rick Ross mentioning him recently. I'm sure he thinks that if he can put down rap's top dog, he'll be back on top again. Uh huh.

Poor Hammer, if he hadn't wasted all his money on helicopters maybe it would be him standing next to Warren Buffett; instead he's standing next to a random guy in the library as he waits to use a computer to update his Twitter account. The battle was over before it began.

There is one good thing that has come from this - I have a new idea for a Halloween costume!

Who would want to touch that?
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Monday, September 27, 2010

Amel Larrieux was born the only child of an interracial couple in New York City's Greenwich Village.  In 1991, she met Bryce Wilson of the group Mantronix. Larrieux and Wilson began making demos together and eventually formed the group Groove Theory.  Amel left the group in 1999 to pursue her solo career and has since released four albums.  Enjoy!

-- Desiree

Also check out "Orange Glow"
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Friday, September 24, 2010

Wow, this was certainly a tough week to be a black man:

- Rumors have run amok all week about famed record executive Antonio "L.A." Reid. Depending on whom you ask, he may or may not have been let go from his post as CEO of Island Def Jam. Last I heard, a rep from Universal Music confirmed that L.A. had not been fired. I'm not sure if that means his job is secure or if he's been asked to step aside quietly. After he signed the Marge Simpson-sounding Shyne to a million dollar contract, it wouldn't surprise me if he has been shown the door.

- Illinois Senator Jesse Jackson Jr. apologized for flying his "social acquaintance" from Washington to Chicago for a rendezvous. Social acquaintance, huh? I bet Jesse's wife had a different name for her...

- Lyfe Jennings became just another sta-tist-ic. Lyfe is heading back to the slammer after receiving a three year prison sentence for wildin' out on his babymomma, shooting rounds, leading police on a high-speed chase and other assorted coonery. I hope he doesn't plan on continuing to "expose" men while in jail.

- And the biggest news of all - Atlanta megachurch Bishop Eddie Long was accused of sex crimes against two former male parishioners. He allegedly texted revealing pictures to his so-called victims - pics his lawyer said are no big deal for a weightlifting man who loves da Lord.

Let me catch this picture in my inbox. He'd better use that phone to call on Jesus for help.

According to Twitter and Facebook, the way I now gauge the world's social consciousness, you'd think that this week has marked the downfall of mankind. Cries of "The music industry is imploding!" "Politicians are filthy monsters!" "My faith is a lie!" have resounded through social media feeds.

Never has it been more clear that we unrealistically revere public figures. I'm not saying it's wrong to have admiration for these guys. We love and respect their music. We vote them into office with high hopes that change will be made. We turn to them for spiritual guidance. But no matter how high we place them on that pedestal, eventually they come down to earth and we realize they're as flawed as we are.

In the cases of Lyfe and Jackson, those "flaws" don't excuse them for being punished for acting like idiots (and in Long's case, an alleged idiot) but never should we get so wrapped up in their celebrity that we're devastated by their mistakes.

Public figures' good works might drive us but never should they define us.

I don't believe that all black men are destined for a lifetime behind bars. I can look to my own father, grandfathers and friends for proof of that. And in no way does one man's alleged indiscretions discredit an entire religion. My beliefs remain as strong as ever, no matter what my pastor does.

Beware with whom you place your faith because the people you admire are likely more screwed up than you are.

Do me a favor - someone refer me to this blog if Keith Sweat ever goes on a rampage. Just in case I need comforting.
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Thursday, September 23, 2010

Next month, I plan to something I haven't done in at least 15 years.

Will I wear a fanny pack? Listen to a Domino album? Watch an episode of Step By Step?

No; definitely no; and, uh, maybe.

I'm talking about dressing up for Halloween. Once we got too old to run around the neighborhood begging for candy, many of us transitioned into throwing Halloween parties - where grown folks can still wear masks and run up on people in the middle of the night.

Of course, where I grew up, that stuff happened every night, not just Oct. 31.

But I've never been a big fan of those parties. Mainly because I almost always worked nights and couldn't attend them but also because I'm a stick-in-the-mud and could never think of a cool outfit.

This year, however, I'm organizing a Hallelujah Night party/lock-in at my new church. It's an alternative to the usual Halloween fare - there will be kids and candy, just minus the ghosts and ghouls. And about a week ago I decided that this year I wouldn't be a grump and dress up.

But dress as what?

I looked around online and was shocked at how intricate costumes have become. My fellow 80s babies remember our old costumes. If you wanted to be He-Man for Halloween, you went to the drug store for your "costume":

- An incredibly hard plastic mask with a rice-sized slit for "breathing" and a rubber band stretched across the back. That rubber band nearly cut into your skull.

- A plastic smock with He-Man and Skeletor fighting on the front. I never saw He-Man wear a smock on the show.

Of course, my mom thought I'd die in the horribly frigid 55 degree fall weather, so she made me wear a coat OVER my costume and a hat. So instead of being the Most Powerful Man In the Universe I looked like ceramic-faced Dennis the Menace.

These new costumes are much better. My favorite of the ones I've found so far - animated 80s troublemaker Cobra Commander!

No, no, no, not his Klansman look.

I'm talking about the fish-bowl-faced one.

Problem is, the kids aren't allowed to have scary costumes at the event we're throwing. And while goofy Cobra Commander isn't scary at all, dressing like a cartoon terrorist might be pushing it.

So I need some help from y'all. I want something fun, yet original. Here are a few ideas I had:

Online sensation and Georgia Mae whipping boy Antoine Dodson. All I would need is a pair of the wifey's jeans and one of her head scarfs.

Breakfast entrepreneur Count Chocula. We have the same complexion and he's a sharp dresser. But is he too scary? Cavities can be scary, I guess.

Flavor Flav, embarrassment to my entire race. Nah, what am I thinking - he's way too scary.

Any other ideas? I'll gladly consider them. But if any of y'all suggest Chris Rock I'm gonna put on my old He-Man mask and hunt you down.
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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

My last car was a Chevy Cavalier and the one I owned before that was a cute little Geo Metro, also produced by Chevrolet. Both cars were good to me -- giving me little trouble even after the odometer reading was well beyond 100,000. But today I'm joining in with Tweeters who are declaring "Screw you, Chevy" in response to one of the company's recent ads. 

The auto brand's official store is currently selling an Impala art poster that says, "Remember when your cup holder sat next to you and wore a poodle skirt?" The image and accompanying text ran first as a billboard in Detroit to celebrate last month's Woodward Dream Cruise classic-car event, according to Sociological Images blogThe blog had this to say about the ad: "Ah yes, more nostalgia for a time when men were men and women were useful accessories."

And that description explains exactly why this ad is so problematic. Sure, some may say, "Oh, it's all in good fun. Lighten up." And I'll admit I'm a person you'll often catch laughing at things that poke fun at stereotypes.  But when it comes to this ad I simply don't get the joke. I don't see Chevy making fun misogynistic attitudes but instead celebrating them, wishing for a time when a woman's worth was disparaged and that was okay. What exactly is so funny about that?

h/t: David Griner at
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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Precious fans everywhere were undoubtedly excited to learn that Gabourey Sidibe would be one of the stars that Elle magazine chose to put on its cover to celebrate notable women in their 20s. But once the cover was released though, folks were disappointed, to say the least.  

Writers like Julianne Hing at ColorLines pointed about the horrible weave (it looks like a Brillo pad) and the unflattering cropping of the photo:  

By cropping Sidibe’s cover photo so close, Elle may have been trying to hide her full-figured body—its own travesty—but they only made her seem bigger. Sidibe doesn’t get the standard female cover photo treatment: three-quarters of the woman’s body centered with strong margins of white space on either side of the woman. She gets a uniquely awkward cropped shot.
And I’ll just say what I know you’re thinking: the weave Elle gave her is not doing Sidibe any favors. It’s the kind of unflattering and embarrassingly obvious weave that a fashion magazine should be ashamed to put on anyone. (And Elle’s done it to Beyonce in the past, too.)

But the thing that has upset folks most and even captured the attention of the mainstream media is Sidibe's complexion. On the Elle cover the Oscar-nominated actress is noticeably lighter than usual. See:

A spokeswoman for Elle told that "nothing out of the ordinary was done" with Sidibe's cover. "We have four separate covers this month, and Gabby's cover was not retouched any more or less than the others."

But the difference in skin complexion is hard to ignore. What do you think of the cover? 
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Monday, September 20, 2010

Born in Nigeria and currently residing in the United Kingdom, Maria Bentley began writing music for herself simply as a means of escape.  Her style is described as a soulful exploration of breakbeat, pop, hip hop, jazz, and funk.  She's influenced by Fela Kuti, Angelique Kidjo and Sade. Enjoy!

-- Desiree

"Do You Think of Me?"

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Friday, September 17, 2010

It's quite possible that last week I set myself up for a miserable autumn. In a recent post, I committed myself to trying out one new recipe each week in an effort to improve my culinary skills. This could suck because, as most of you know, I hate to cook. 

But, alas, I have kept my promise (at least for now) and I made Spinach-Ravioli Lasagna this week. This recipe, which first appeared in Southern Living magazine two years ago, is Cooking for Dummies easy so even I couldn't mess it up. It calls for very simple ingredients: baby spinach, pesto sauce (I used Classico's pesto), Alfredo sauce (I went for Bertolli), frozen, cheese-filled ravioli, vegetable broth, and shredded cheese. 

Because of the frozen ravioli and pre-made sauce you may think the dish is too Olive Garden-ish but it was actually delicious. The recipe was given to me by a pal who is an extraordinary cook who is typically all about making things from scratch, but even she raves about how tasty this simple creation can be. 

The most time consuming part is chopping the spinach, which you will then toss with the pesto sauce. You'll then mix the vegetable broth (you may substitute chicken broth, which I did) with the Alfredo sauce. After that it's all about layering. Spoon one-third of alfredo sauce mixture into a your baking dish, top with half the spinach mixture, arrange half the ravioli in a single layer over the spinach mixture. Repeat, then top with the remaining Alfredo sauce. 

Bake the dish at 375° F for 30 minutes. Then remove it from the oven and sprinkle with the shredded cheese. I couldn't find Italian cheeses so I had to use the Mexican Four-Cheese blend I had on hand for taco night, but hubster didn't seem to mind. Then I baked it for an additional five minutes until it was "hot and bubbly" as the recipe said it should be. 

My dish looked nothing like the one above but it was rich, creamy and delicious, nonetheless. Click here for the complete recipe. Bon appetit!

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Thursday, September 16, 2010

I've mentioned here recently that I've been slowly converted into a Twitter fan over the past couple of months. I must admit that it's kinda cool when you get an artist like Tweet to respond to your, um, tweets. True story, she did.

One of my favorite artists to follow right now is Lil' Mo. Man, if you thought I was rough on the VMAs you should have seen her comments. But they were all hilarious. For those of you who don't remember Mo, just picture a more ghetto Fantasia - scary, isn't it?

If that still doesn't jog your memory, check this out.

Cynthia Loving signed to Elektra Records at the end of the millennium. Lil' Mo immediately became a protege of Missy Elliott. She produced, wrote songs, sang hooks and occasionally even rapped alongside a who's who of artists - Missy, Jay-Z, Blackstreet, Nicole Wray, ODB and my boy Keith Sweat. Man, I loved their collabo "I'll Trade." But I bet you're not surprised.

Mo's gained a following on Missy's "Hot Boyz" and her first single was "5 Minutes" from the Why Do Fools Fall In Love Soundtrack. Surprisingly, the wifey loves that bizarre song. But Mo's big break came a year later, when she became Ja Rule's partner in crime. "I Cry" and "Put It On Me" were huge - the latter climbed to No. 3 on the Billboard charts. I assume Ja's success with Mo prompted him to make all those horrid songs with J. Lo the following year. Thanks, Mo.

In the summer of 2001, after a ton of delays, Lil' Mo's debut, Based On A True Story, finally hit shelves. It eventually went gold. Thanks to the wonders of Napster (remember THAT dinosaur?) I had heard the album in its entirety months earlier, but that didn't stop me from picking up a copy. Her single, "Superwoman Part II" was all over BET and MTV at the time. It's also notable for introducing her frequent collaborator Fabolous to mainstream audiences - encouraging everyone to be as bad of a speller as he is.

The second single, "Gangsta," didn't get much attention but the album itself was a definite keeper. Mo's boisterous voice and sass made all tracks a treat. Watch Mo become a hood genie on "Ta Da." And while she could get carried away on some ballads, when she contained herself she made magic, like on "She Cood Neva B Me." Ugh, I guess Fabolous taught her to spell.

People used to give Mo a hard time for her multicolored braids at the time (and for good reason). But maybe she was ahead of the curve - all the stars rock gaudy extensions these days.

Still looks stupid.

In 2003, Mo returned with Meet The Girl Next Door. She and Fab were back at it, and hooked up for the banger "4Ever," probably my all-time favorite track from her. Sadly, despite a solid lead single and strong initial sales, the album underperformed thanks to label screw-ups. The radio track "21 Answers," a reply of sorts to 50 Cent's massively popular "21 Questions," didn't even make the album for some reason. And "Ten Commandments" received a little radio play but no video. That's a shame because the album showed lots of growth (i.e., was a little less ghetto and featured stronger writing) and there were tons of potential singles - "Shoulda Known," "1st Time," even the interlude "Heaven" were all awesome. It was one of my favorite albums of that year.

Mo parted ways with Elektra after the Meet The Girl Next Door debacle, signing, with ALL people, Cash Money. Wanna know why Juvenile, B.G., Turk, Mannie Fresh and the rest of Cash Money roster jumped ship? Because unless your name is Lil Wayne, your money will end up funny if you do business with Baby. Last I heard, the guy who produced "A Milli" is still looking for his check! Mo released a bunch of singles but surprise, surprise, her album, Syndicated: The Lil' Mo Hour, was never released. It may have been a blessing in disguise - most of those songs were very lackluster.

After freeing herself from the curse of the Birdman, Mo finally returned in 2007 with Pain & Paper, which I'm sure 95 percent of you didn't even know existed. The album wasn't bad, either. I wasn't feeling the first single "Sumtimes I," featuring the homeless-looking Jim Jones. But the remix with, of course, Fabolous was much better. I really enjoyed "One For the Road" too.

A couple of weeks ago, Mo announced that she had released the album's second single "Lucky Her." THREE YEARS after the album came out. I think that all that hair dye has affected her perception of time.

Lil' Mo has since become a pretty popular radio personality in D.C., and as I mentioned, she's been blowing up Twitter these days.

Should She Come Back?: I guess she technically is still around, since she's passing off old singles as new stuff. Her next album, Tattoos and Roses, has been in the works for awhile. If it's anything like her first two albums it'll be worth the wait. Her wailing choir lady vocals are an acquired taste but I love 'em. Guess I'll keep reading her Twitter disses in the meantime.

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Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Single ladies are finding "success in the city" according to 2008 U.S. Census Bureau numbers crunched by the New York research firm Reach Advisors. 

The firm released its report earlier this month and USA Today reports that women ages 22 to 30 with no husband and no kids earn a median $27,000 a year, which is 8% more than comparable men in the top 366 metropolitan areas. The women out-earn men in 39 of the 50 biggest cities and match them in another eight. The disparity is greatest in the ATL, where young, childless single women earn 21% more than male counterparts.

This doesn't mean our equal pay for equal work struggle is over. Remember these numbers only reflect earning for single women without kids and don't hold true for all women in their 20s working full time — overall, they earn 90% of what all men in their 20s make.

As for the cause of this shift, education is the key. Nearly three-quarters of girls who graduate from high school go to college, versus two-thirds of boys. Furthermore, women are now 1.5 times more likely than men to graduate from college or earn advanced degrees, which typically help women demand higher salaries.

What I appreciated most about the USA Today article is insight from Stephanie Coontz, who teaches history and family studies at The Evergreen State College in Olympia, Wash. She dismisses that (very annoying) notion that successful single women intimidate men and therefore can't find husbands. Yes, these women are "likely to be pickier" she said and they may delay marriage, but many do marry later in life. 

 Rebecca Loveridge, a 27-year-old blogger and magazine marketing director from Washington, D.C., said it best, "One day, I'll get married and have kids. But I'm in no rush." She's too busy having fun dining out, attending concerts and checking out art galleries with her friends. "Now is the time to be single," she told USA Today.

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Tuesday, September 14, 2010 turns two today! That's right, this blog launched on September 14, 2008 and to celebrate our birthday Edd and I decided to compile a list of our favorite posts. Here are the ones that made the top ten:

Edd's Mantra: Not to speak ill of the dead, but...
In this post Edd explained why he agreed with Blender magazine's declaration that 2pac was the most overrated artist of all time. This post topped our list because of the heated debate that ensued between two readers, GI Magnus and Miss Southern Miss,  in our comments section. If you missed that, be sure to check it out. 

GeorgiaMae's Top 10 Christmas Songs
Edd and I had so much fun counting your votes for your favorite Christmas jams as you submitted them via email, through our Facebook page and on the blog. It was one of the highlights of our holiday season last year. 

Edd Meets Keith
Oh my, who can forget the story of Edd meeting his idol Keith Sweat? I'm still surprised he didn't faint or start crying like little girls did at Michael Jackson concerts. (Check this post to see Edd's photograph with Sweat, the photograph that was Edd's Facebook profile pic for about 12 months.)

Edd's Mantra: 28 Things about the Birthday Girl
For my 28th birthday, Edd put together a list of 28 little-known facts about me and posted it on the blog. This post will always have a special place in my heart because even though it is about me, it made me realize how wonderful my hubster is. The fact that he is attentive enough to be able to pull together a list like this is one of the reasons I fell for him. 

The Worst Gift Ever
Edd explains why the Snuggie is for losers. (P.S.  -- Edd bought me a Snuggie a year later.) 

If you're thinking about my baby it don't matter if you're black or white
I may have left the theater feeling that Lakeview Terrace would have been better as a Lifetime movie than a big screen flick, but I also left with an idea for a blog post, a post that sparked great conversation about interracial love.

He Said, She Said: In Your Breast Interest
Edd and I discuss breast feeding in public and Edd freaks out as he imagines me whipping out my girls in the middle of Target. Readers have plenty to say too. 

Be fruitful and multiply
A church lady reminds me that my eggs aren't getting any younger and that I need to start popping out babies because that is true purpose of marriage. 

When Two Become One
Why I changed my name, again. 

Product Placement
This post, which tells of a girl who was removed from class because her hair was making her teacher sick, made it to the first page of and got Georgia Mae readers talking. 

I want to take this time to thank all of our loyal readers, especially those who comment regularly and post links to the blog on your Facebook pages. We appreciate you so much. I've said before that my goal for Georgia Mae is that it will become a true online community for frank discussions on women's and minority issues, media, and music. To make this happen we would love to see readers leaving more comments on posts as we enter our third year. Here we go!

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Monday, September 13, 2010

I won't even bother asking if y'all watched MTV's Video Music Awards last night. 90 percent of you were watching the finale of True Blood on HBO. But not to be outdone, MTV had its share of sucking and depravity as well. Here are 20 things that crossed my mind while spending two hours pretending that I was a teenager.

1. I was feeling Eminem's opening number until Rihanna literally brought it to a screeching halt. The second she started wailing every dog on my block started howling. And did she think dressing like Strawberry Shortcake was a good idea?

2. Did you know that last night was the first time since 1994 that a woman hosted the VMAs? I know The Chelsea Lately Lady was horribly crass but I thought she was hilarious. Rick Ross chauffeuring her on a Hoveround was classic.

3. Do people still think that Jackass stuff is funny? Ha ha, we knocked a guy on the ground. In 3-D! Ha ha.

4. Was it just me, or was there a guy on the front row dressed like Noob Saibot from Mortal Kombat? I know I didn't imagine this.

5. Why are y'all still hating on Justin Bieber? He was lip-synching harder than Milli Vanilli at a puppet show but even a grump like myself thinks he's entertaining.

6. Wait, wait, wait - Ke$ha isn't pronounced "key-sha?" I've been saying it wrong all this time. Well, I just feel foolish.

7. Yeah, he put on a pretty light show, but isn't it funny that the so-called king of R&B Usher has to steal Taio Cruz and Jason Derulo's pop stuff to stay relevant?

8. Katy Perry and Nicki Minaj - I wonder who has the most fake body parts?

9. That Florence lady reminds me of Shakira. Don't they both sound like they're constantly yodeling?

10. Poor Ciara. Has her career deteriorated so much that she is required, in EVERY song, to shake her behind around parked cars?

11. I'm confused - was Taylor Swift's song an emo diss to Kanye or was she accepting his many apologies? The clip of last year's fiasco, the line about "32 is still young enough to grow up" - maybe it was a little of both.

12. Was anyone else holding their breath as Drake was walking down those stairs? The dude breaks an ankle getting up off the couch. He's hip hop's Mr. Glass. Still, his set was, surprisingly, my favorite of the night. Mary J. Blige absolutely stole the show.

13. And speaking of that performance, why does Swizz Beatz always look like he's wearing those glasses with the fake nose?

The Humpy Dance/is your chance/to do The Hump...

14. Hey, how are the werewolf guy and the vampire queen lady from True Blood on MTV AND HBO at the same time? Must be some of that fairy magic.

15. WHY do people like The Situation? The man is a living oil slick.

16. Were you surprised that B.o.B. was AGAIN upstaged by his collaborators?

17. Who else is willing to bet that Justin Bieber is still roaming around lost on stage?

18. Who was that guy who came out in the Cher costume? Oh wait...

19. Why oh why did I expect Kanye West to deliver a phenomenal song to end the show? All we got was some leftover 808s & Heartbreak garbage. The auto-tune was so distorted that you couldn't hear him.

20. But who would have ever guessed that my boy Pusha T from Clipse would get to close out an awards show? I have to thank Kanye for that. And I'd be even more grateful if Kanye stopped dressing like those lonely old men who stalk girls at the club. Button that shirt up!

Well, I thought Chelsea Lately Lady was fun, in a totally inappropriate way. And I saw Pusha T. That's as good as MTV gets for me these days.

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