One day, my colleague and I were discussing eating healthy and losing weight when she said “I’m reading this book called Skinny Bitch”—hold up—Skinny what? Skinny Bitch she repeats, I was immediately intrigued. I soon discovered between the pages of this “real talk” guide this no ordinary weight-loss book. Unlike the boo woo gurus featured on Dr. Phil and Oprah, who uses kind words to help you lose weight, authors Rory Freedman and Kim Barnouin get straight to-the-point. They incorporate verbiage like: “Stop being a moron and start getting skinny” or “You cannot keep shoveling the same crap into your mouth every day and expect to lose weight.” OMG!
Moriarty’s Restaurant/Irish Pub
Hello my foodies, as you know I always bring you the flavorful, scrumptious restaurants but every once in a while I switch it around in order to tell you all about a spot that is not worthy of customers. While in the “City of Brotherly Love” a people raved about the food at the local Moriarty’s Restaurant in Philadelphia’s Center City.
As my friends and I entered the Irish pub on Walnut St., we were greeted with the old Irish tunes, countrymen memorabilia on the walls, sandblasted windows and antique fixtures. A perky red-haired waitress bounced over to our table with a smile to take our order. Ten minutes later out came a huge salad with dark black lettuce and over ripe tomatoes that had to be over a week old, my water had remnants of a crushed baby roach on the side, and my friend’s niece discovered a long, blond hair in her fish and chips. As we called over the waitress, she became defensive when we asked her to take back the salad and fish.
Sometimes we just have to stop and laugh at the differences between the sexes. The other day, I came across this email joke that pretty much summed up the depiction of men vs. women and guess what we always come out on top (but I’m biased). This is purely for entertainment so let me know what you think. Do you have a few male/female jokes you want to share?
Last week I sat down to watch the screening of the much talked-about Chris Rock documentary titled: “Good Hair”. Mr. Rock first delved into making the documentary after a conversation with his daughter who stated: “Daddy how come I don’t have good hair.” He proceeds to take America on a tour of the intricacies of the Black woman’s hair saga. In true Chris Rock fashion, he visits beauty salons, talks with hairstylists, celebrities such as Nia Long, Raven Symone, Ice-T, Salt n Pepa to Rev. Al Sharpton, Dr. Maya Angelou and the explores the Bronner Brothers Hair Show Royal as well as the mega conglomerate Dudley’s. He utilizes such humor and sarcasm to discuss the breakdown of perms, weaves and the meaning behind the term: good hair.
Please don’t get me wrong; I thought some aspects of the film were hilarious and true such as you cannot touch a Black woman’s freshly done mane, the overdone materialism expressed in the film is disconcerting. As I continued to watch the flick I realized the stereotypes portrayed and the depiction of women ready to risk their rent money or a fully stocked refrigerator for a good weave, subject their young daughters (2+ years old) to the chemicals of a perm, “subsidize” their income for a $2000 hairdo, or put hair on layaway is not only ridiculous but does not illustrate the number of women in society who would never do such nonsense. While viewing the film, I wondered how many people outside our racial community would believe that all Black women behave in such an irresponsible manner. Continue Reading →
Sexy Halloween Costumes
I’m not into the scary getups and frightful pranks, but I love playing dress up on Halloween. My costume of choice is typically the sexy super hero or bad ass movie character. When you think about it, this is the one time you can bare as much as you dare and parade around town without being labeled a streetwalker. This year, I found my favorite sexy adult costumes at Party City and Ricky’s…let me know who you’re gonna be this Halloween…
Last night I was speaking with a male friend who strongly proclaimed: “Women don’t know what they want that’s why so many of them are man busters.
I have heard this statement so many times from men that it no longer resonates in my thought process. My initial reaction was, “what the hell is a man-buster?” Here we go again. Another dude blaming the whole course of male/female relationships on women. But as the conversation continued, I began to wonder, do women really psych themselves out of “a good man” ? Whether it’s because of our past baggage or just too many bullet points on a vastly extensive list, do we make it difficult to see when a genuine person is right under our nose?
I have made a mind-blowing discovery—I’m the prologue pages before you decide whether to finish reading the book. No, I am not being dramatic, just speaking the truth. I am not good with closing the relationship deal. Along with life’s compromises, juggling my checkbook and keeping my temper at bay, I have made peace (sort of) with this dilemma.
Let me explain, I have what one may call a “Daddy Complex”. This by my definition is when a little girl grows up without a proper male/father figure. A father is a young girl’s first contact with a man. He will ultimately teach her what is expected from a man, he will show her through actions, how she should be treated and overtime develop a positive relationship that will hopefully guide her through life. It’s hard to understand the expectations of a man/woman union when it’s never been fully witnessed as a child.
I have a thing for hands—a man’s hands are one of my biggest allures–strong, masculine hands that can caress and stroke me into ecstasy and that tempting shoulder bone (weird, I know). We all know there is a part of the anatomy that emits a sexual desire, whether it’s the lips, boobs, legs or butt, I wanted to find out what entices you about the opposite sex? So, I polled some NUBIA readers to find out what’s their favorite body part—you’ll be surprised by the answers—or maybe not!
Opus serves both gluten-free and regular dishes
Have you missed out on your favorite Italian foods because of the the flour or wheat ingredients? Welcome to Opus, a rare jewel on the Upper East Side that offers a dairy and gluten-free menu full of pastas and pizzas for those suffering from celiac disease and other allergies.
Don’t let the “gluten-free” menu fool you! This East side eatery dishes out regular plates from the Raw bar seafood starters, the out-of-this-world mussels and crab cakes to the must-have entrees including Scallops and Polenta in a Shiitake sauce, Roasted Pork Loin infused with reduced apples, or Pan-roasted Cornish Hen along with 26 signature martini cocktails—all this plus Mom’s Ricotta cheesecake too.
The other night I was on the phone with Nicky (no surprise) and we began to discuss David Hasselshoff’s new show “America’s got talent” and Nic being a silly ass mentioned his shirt, which was slightly unbuttoned so his chest hair would be on display for America to see (lmfao).
Nicky: “What does he think this is, Baywatch, seriously it’s not the 80s people don’t like hairy chests anymore.”
This got me thinking, is that true? Sure in the 80s guys like Tom Selleck and David Hasselshoff showed of their chest because it was seen as the “manly” standard, but what about today? Women still swoon over celebrities like Antonio Banderas or Colin Farrel, who continue to flaunt their chest hair proudly all over Tinseltown.