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Real street fighters make sure not to lose their purse

When you think Street Fighter you most likely will think of this:

Street Fighter was/is an amazing game that I use to play all the time when I was little. I was always that ugly green monster with orange hair. Even when I was young I did not want to be the hot girl with the super long pigtails and school girl outfit. Too predictable and lame, ya know? Anywhoo, I use to go to the laundromat all the time when I was little to play the Street Fighter arcade game with other random neighborhood kids. I would almost always lose of course because I’ve never been very good at video games even though I fairly enjoy them. I just lose any kind of social decency when I’m playing a video game. Seriously, I completely curse out a poor inanimate object who is really at no fault whatsoever. I’ve probably hurt many arcade games’ feelings.

My love for Street Fighter has obviously diminished because you know I’m not a loser anymore but I have managed to take the spirit of the game with me into adulthood. My love for the game has manifested itself into a new love for the show ‘The Bad Girls Club’. I know what you’re thinking. How does Street Fighter relate to a thrashy show about promiscuous, loud, angry women? The following clip should answer that question:

Tiffany is repping Chi-town(which at first I thought was spelled Shy-town) all the way. Which made me wonder if Obama has ever climbed on top of a limo and yelled “Chi-town, bitch!”. I sure hope so and I hope a video of it leaks onto the internet sometime soon.

So, yeah this show is my new one and only. Well, not really because I watch almost all reality shows even the really really bad ones. I don’t watch The Bachelor though. That shit’s boring as hell. The girls of The Bad Girls Club are not ones to be messed with. Especially if they are drunk. They will fuck you up fo sho. As long as their purses are in a safe location that is. Now that I think about it, these girls are super protective over their purses. I’m thinking about a couple episodes after the clip shown above where the new girl that comes into the house, Ashley, turns over a table at a club and yells like a maniac because she can’t find her purse. I guess I can’t really understand this attachment they have to their purses since I never carry one. I just couldn’t imagine being that attached to my messenger bag. But I guess that’s because it’s a $10 messenger bag.

What I’m really trying to get at is that the street fighters of today do not wear school girl outfits when they are kicking your ass…wait, I guess they could be. I can’t really assume The BGC girls won’t beat a bitch down in a plaid miniskirt. Hmmm I know there was a point to this but I am running on a weeks lack of sleep so I’m gonna give up trying to remember. I guess when it comes down to it, what I’m trying to say is that I now prefer my street fighters to wear stilettos, fake eyelashes, and a hair weave. Hold up…I think I just came full circle. I now love that which I hated when I was little. Whoaaa, revelation!

I hope this entry makes some sense…


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Remember this movie?

I suuure do. This use to be my best friend’s favorite movie and for a long time I would mock her about it. Then i watched it and realized it was amaazing. Burt is a funny guy. And according to a Filipino lady I met this past Saturday…a pretty sexy guy as well. I don’t know if he’s sexy but his mustache won me over.

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Reflections on Glitter

In my first post I alluded to my love of Mariah. So, now I’m going to dedicate this entire post to my newly rediscovered obsession with her. I first became infatuated with Mariah when I bought Daydream back in 1995 when I was a little bookish loser. Yup, I went through my bookish phase very early on in my life and slowly gave up reading(well not entirely…reading online still counts right?) as I got older. It always surprises me how much I learn through not reading. I feel like the most important things I’ve learned have been through experience, observation, and listening. So to sum things up: I use to be a nerdy child and now I only watch tv

What was I trying to say….oh,right I LOVE MARIAH!

I LOVED that album and memorized every single song. I literally just sat in my room and made myself memorize the entire album. I also did that some years later but this time with a 98 degrees album….that I’m not entirely proud of. I continued being her #1 fan throughout Butterfly and Rainbow but I have to admit that when Glitter rolled around I lost interest. Mariah and I continued to be on a break for about a span of 7 to 8 years! Crazy, I know! But let’s focus on the positive. I rekindled my once flaming(gay) love for her this past year thanks to an amazing friend of mine whose name rhymes with Paria. Since then it’s been one crazy, smelly, crowded, emotional, non-stop, express bus ride back to MariahHood(hood because she’s from long island, ya know).

This post is going to be way too long but who cares? Mariah doesn’t.

I’ve been looking to find/buy Glitter on dvd for some time now but haven’t been successful because I’m cheap and lazy. So, you can imagine my excitement when I realized Glitter was on fuckin youtube! It was right under my nose this whole time! Ironic, don’t you think?(no, Alanis, no). This movie was an absolute emotional roller coaster. I felt thoroughly invested in the character of Billie, who let’s face it is just Mariah, and truly felt for her from beginning to end. But maybe that’s just because I’m a sucker for love stories involving foster children. My favorite parts were the glances that Billie/Mariah would exchange with her love interest whose name I forgot. He looks like such a tool though so whatever. I also have to admit I teared up when she sang “Reflections” because it was about her mom! I’m also a sucker for fucked up mother-daughter relationships. The whole movie was really excellent and I mean that in the most honest, real kind of way. I’m not hyping this up for some kind of hipster cred. Queens don’t play that shit.

Another awesome part of the movie was the guest appearance of…Padma Laksmi??
She’s the one without the beard. But fun fact: that dude is her ex-husband and has recently been granted knighthood post-divorce.

It’s one of those things that I would have entirely missed if I hadn’t been intently watching the movie so thank goodness I have an eye for detail. First of all, I had no idea she was an actress. I assumed she was a model or something else that required little speaking. Not to be mean but she just seems really equipped at saying small phrases like ” Please pack your knives and go” and ” That’s too salty”. So, I googled her and found some pretty (not so) interesting things about her. She actually stared in the Star Trek series as well as a series on The Ten Commandments( I felt compelled to capitalize that for some reason). She’s also been quoted as saying that she’s “the first well known model from India” which I think is presumptuous. I bet there are tons of well- known models from India… in India. I don’t understand measuring success purely on being accepted in the U.S or being well-known in the U.S. As if we only matter if we exist here. I guess everyone else who inhabits the rest of the world are just C-list celebrities. Hmmm I’ve never even thought of comparing the inequality and systemic oppression that people face with an A-list/C-list celebrity analogy. Maybe that can be an upcoming post. Anyways, Padma has a cookbook so buy it, I guess, if you want to learn how to incorporate booze in all you cook. I hear she drinks in the morning.

I’m gonna say it again…this post is wayy too long but relax it’s my second day attempting to blog so I’m bound to screw this up. I seriously lost my train of thought but I think I was trying to emphasize my love for Mariah. Yup. I dig her. Yes, dig. I think I should end this post with an awesome picture of Mariah…
mariah_carey_and_nick_cannon000x0432x530 Mariah lubs cupcakezz. I do not lubs her new husband, Mr. Nick “Drumline” Cannon, but I guess he must be alright if she likes him.


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