Dear John

John Mayer was interviewed by playboy and made some extremely controversial remarks that seemed to be neither thought out or considered before effortlessly jumping from his mouth. Okay, so he effed up- BIG TIME.
I have been following @johncmayer for months now and have been pleasantly surprised by his humor and intrigued by his insight, however after watching the Wendy Williams show and hearing (out of context) some of the things he said made me resent my partiality towards him. Not only did he use the N word, but he said this after being asked if he'd date a black woman:

“I don’t think I open myself to it. My d*ck is sort of like a white supremacist. I’ve got a Benetton heart and a fu*kin’ David Duke c*ck. I’m going to start dating separately from my d*ck. …I always thought Holly Robinson Peete was gorgeous. Every white dude loved Hilary from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. And Kerry Washington. She’s super hot and she’s also white-girl crazy. Kerry Washington would break your heart like a white girl. Just all of a sudden she’d be like, ‘Yeah, I sucked his d*ck. Whatever.’”

This above everything else said in the interview upset me the most because try as I might I could not find the clever, witty insight. All I saw was a stereotypical, glaringly unfunny testament of ignorance. Though I know this is not the case, it's hard to defend such a blatant disregard of respect or tact. I know I know he's trying to be biting and edgy, but I just don't see it here.

He has issued a number of apologies about his grand-scaled faux pas and honestly, I believe him. I have, on more occasions than I care to recall, said stupid things I didn't mean in order to get some kind of reaction out of people. It's hard to make a mistake like that when you're a celebrity of his caliber, but I truly believe that's what it was- a mistake.

Here's a link to an apology he made at a concert in Nashville.


And here's something Holly Robinson Pete wrote in her blog about the fiasco, which I think was done very well. She's cool. Not a "mammie" at all! (you'll have to read her post to get that ha)



So...



Dear John,

I think it's time we had a discussion about your flagrant insouciance for other people's feelings when answering questions on interviews. No one knows you except for your friends and family, so when you say inflammatory words like the n word and wax on about liking black woman that act white, and speaking explicitly about past sexual relationships with other celebrities people may get well- angry? Upset. Confused. Really freaking pissed. In lieu of recent events, it's probably best if you are slightly more careful with what you say. Now, keep your chin up! This too shall pass! America has the attention span of a cocker spaniel. Oh and don't worry, your true fans will stick by you.
Best of Luck!

Sincerely,

Chris

p.s.- It also probably doesn't help that it's black history month. Just saying.


(EDIT): p.p.s- You're still a flaming idiot, but people like you say shit like that all the time and get away with it. I will never let you or anyone else dictate how I feel about myself so though your comments are in fact ignorant and bigoted, and you too are most likely a bigot, all I can do is pity you. No harsh feelings. Just good ol' pity.


I'm out.

Snowpocolypse+ Valentine's Gay

In the words of my roommate and I, "It's blizzarding outside."

I love the snow. I'm a huge fan- always have been. Snow days, sledding, snow ball fights, making snow men, all activities including copious amounts of snow and wonderful friends. How could you not like snow?! Alright, I know, it could be a pain, but I love it anyhow.
I'm sitting in my apartment today watching harry potter and the half blood prince, drinking hot chocolate. We actually just braved the cold to procure cake mix and cookies. It was such an adventure, an incandescent adventure! What could be better?!



This will be my last time talking about V-day! Promise.
So Valentine's Days is ever approaching and the biting reality that I am not apart of a couple (womp womp) is slowly caving in on me in an excruciatingly, mortifyingly devastating way. Every shop window (and even freaking delis) is decorated with blood red hearts and teddy bears with little black, encroaching (almost taunting) eyes. And love songs and specials about love and people talking about love escalates to unbearable levels and all you want to do is drown it out with your own desperate screams, entreating the insanity to stop. Sigh. Maybe that's just me. I don't know what it is about Valentine's Day that really just gets on my nerves... Maybe it's the gross amount of time couples put into the impudent floundering of romantic gestures for gratification or to prove their love for each other. Maybe it's the unfortunate societal pressure that insists people need romantic relationships in order to be happy. Maybe it's because this one day spotlights people who are not involved with anyone and somehow manages to embarrass them for choosing singularity.
And now for the mad scramble of people to find dates for Valentine's Days so as not feel the inevitable sting of bachelor/bachelorette(?)-hood on the "holiday of love."
I hope the title of this post didn't offend, it's strictly in jest/humor. As a testament to my distaste for using the word "gay" in a negative context I shall post an important public announcement done by the talented and apparently socially aware Hilary Duff and comedian Wanda Sykes.



STUPID.

Anyway, what I'm really trying to say is, will you be my valentine?


Im (going) out (with you).

ha

HOME SWEET HOME + THE DARK ROOM

Home Sweet Home

A bar with a lot of character, and an even more interesting clientele. I went to the bar solely because of their drink special on Monday nights (2 for 1), but was pleasantly surprised by the ambiance and people. It reminded me of a hunter's lodge. The music was really fun and people were very friendly and social. One of my coworkers even shared a smoke sesh (cigarettes!) with Chloë Sevigny! -Funny story about Mizz Chloë Sevigny- She was sitting at the bar minding her own business when a gentlemen commented on her outfit, saying it was in so many words unattractive. She then went to smoke a cig, and when she came back the gentlemen was enlightened about her celebrity status and immediately went up to her to retract his statement in (embarrassing) shame. She smiled and walked away, obviously unmoved by his opinion, but gracefully accepting his pitiful apology.


The Dark Room

Though I did not stay there long (Monday night there's an open bar-free vodka drinks from 11- midnight), I must say this place was really entertaining, good people, great dj. It looks like it would be really fun packed, but the Monday night we were there, the crowd was sparse.

All in all it was a really good night.


I'm out.

Not a Fan of February

It's funny, because not even 2 weeks ago my roommate was talking about how much she hated February. Her reason was though it's the shortest month of the year people seem to forget it's also extremely cold. She says, "If I can make it through February, I know I'm gonna be okay." haha


Now. Here is why I hate February:


1. Black History month: The shortest month of the year is dedicated to history that is apart of American history, yet is marginalized by being squeezed into 28/29 days of watered down accounts of inequality and focuses on the same five black people: Martin Luther King, Jr; Rosa Parks; Jackie Robinson; Harriet Tubman; Malcolm X. I don't feel special during this month, I feel ostracized and paranoid. Are white people being extra nice to me because it's black history month? Probably.

2. Valentine's Day: The most absurd (okay, one of the most absurd) holiday in American tradition. A day when every "single" person in this country feels their worst, whether they admit it or not. A day where the darkest side of me emerges and the sight of affectionate couples enrages me. Can't they put that away?! Also, the shameless prostitution that's perpetuated every year, gifts in exchange for sex? We all know that's what happens. I think Feb. 14 should be called "Legal Prostitution Day." I know I probably sound bitter, but it's just because this society's whole concept of love is warped. Love is so much more than a card or a box of chocolates or a diamond necklace or a pink Cadillac (hm. maybe not the cadillac jk jk!), and yes it's something that you should want to celebrate, but not in a disgusting, capitalistic way like Legal Prostitution Day.

3. It's short. This month makes me nervous, because there are not as many days in it as the others, which makes me think ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN. February is a month of mystery and wonder. Why is this month so short? Doesn't it have something to do with a farming calendar or did someone just lop off two days for the hell of it? LAME.

4. Retail is slow, which means I'm not getting a lot of hours, which means I'm barely making any money, which means I HATE FEBRUARY.

5. The name is just plain stupid.

6. Groundhog Day. That poor groundhog. Yet another redonkulous holiday. How two stupid holidays in one month are in such close vicinity is beyond me.


Alright, I think those are all of them. I'm sure I'll be adding to the list later... ha
STINKY FEBRUARY!

At least Lost is starting this month... nah, still don't like it.

*Let it be noted I enjoy many people who's birthdays are in February, but I still hate the month. sorry.

I'm out.

El mundo es un lugar cruel

I get one semi-cryptic post a month- here it is:


The world is a cruel place.






I'm out.

Jonte and Cherie Lily @ Santos Party House

Santos Party House

I think I'm in love. The place just oozes with fun. On all the walls, encircling the dance floor are speakers. Hanging intimidatingly from the ceiling, enticing sounds bursting out of them reverberating off the walls, into you. It was almost impossible to stay still in there, yet people did just that. Most of the crowd seemed like a slow moving lump of boredom. Entreating people to dance, Andrew WK blasted faster, bass-filled tunes, yelling every so often about partying hard because we were in NYC. You know how Andrew loves to party. However, the crowd was not having it. People were not as into the music as would be expected, but it was still fun to just be there and be entranced by the lights and music. There were a few people there trying to break out and party hard like in the song, but they were looked at strangely by others so there intensity decreased and they were reduced to emotionless drones. I'm exaggerating, but you get my point.
There was an mc who was a a guy in a costume- a suit with a huge yellow balloon for a head, was just walking up and down this strip that was laid out in front of the stage like a catwalk, rapping and/or yelling random things into the microphone. Because of the way the costume was constructed, the guy's actual face was in the middle of the suit, so it was really bizarre seeing him lift the microphone to his chest to speak. Freaky.There were also a few guys dressed like secret service agents hovering around him the entire time. Needless to say, I was completely and utterly confused by what was going on. Then abruptly, the balloon head popped and the secret service agents rolled up the catwalk and nothing was mentioned. I thought maybe I dreamed it.

Cherie Lily

I came in late (it's becoming a frightening trend) so I only saw one other performer besides Jonte, Cherie Lily, who at first I was skeptical of- probably because I was still recovering from the balloon man, but then she won my heart. She was really fun! Her adorable American Apparel work-out outfit didn't hurt. Her music reminded me of vogueing music: very fast, with few, easily memorable lyrics so the audience can sing along. She had this one song called "Get Sweaty," where she basically yells about getting wet and sweaty. It was fabulous. Here's a horrible quality youtube video of her performance of it from another night...

I love when her and the dancers go crazy at the end!

JONTE
Need I say more? He was incredible! He and his dancers came out wearing these intricate black jumpsuits fit with a monitor on the crouch. When they came out the monitors had beating hearts on them, then when he performed another song there was a loop of him yelling into the camera, so it was like their crouches were yelling at the audience. Jonte is a performer in every meaning of the word. His stage presence is undeniable. His choreography is crisp and together- all the time! I love when he perfomed "Bitch You Betta" because the entire place was filled with such great energy and everyone knew the lyrics. Unfortunately, during his set he realized his headset mike wasn't working so he had to pick up a hand-held and dance with it, but he didn't flinch at all. He knew exactly what to do, like a true performer, he improvised and solved the issue.
It was an amazing show. I didn't even mean to go last night, it was totally spur of the moment. Oh what a pleasant surprise.
Here's a picture I got with the beautiful quality of the iPhone-ugh.


And here's my all time favorite video of his...

I may be slightly biased because my friend Jade taught me the dance.
LOVE IT!


I'm out.

Out of focus

I've been racking my brain for days trying to figure out what I want my blog to be- an indescribable mass of words and wit, or a simply constructed page of easily digestible rhetoric. So far I have been leaning towards the latter for no other particular reason except I haven't felt like writing anything too heavy in fear of 1: coming off as an asshole 2: judgment 3: ridicule 4: imposing, inevitable self-loathing criticism as a result of my incapability to be completely honest. This blog, I have come to the conclusion (yes, just now), will be whatever I want it to be. I shall allow it to mold and grow into it's own entity and not worry too much about not having a focus. Focus is overrated anyway.



I'm out.