This is the true essence of hip hop.
This is the true essence of hip hop.
Have you been watching Love and Hip Hop? Of course you have. The entire franchise is the train wreck that you can’t seem to look away from. And even though the show is probably setting the race back by several generations, nobody can resist the zany hijinks of this all-star* cast.
As if the show wasn’t already (unintentionally) hilarious enough, LAFF MOBB has blessed us with a hysterical parody of Love and Hip Hop Hollywood. They do all of the characters SO dirty, especially poor lil Nia Riley.
“She’s so independent, I didn’t even have to help her make her daughter!”
Watch for yourself, and try not to pee your pants.
So you say you’ve got some Indian in your family? You’re not alone. The Native American great great great grandmother/grandfather is a huge part of Black American oral tradition. But not so fast, says a Professor of African American Studies at Harvard University. In what amounts to the most explosive DNA revelation since paternity testing on the Maury show, Professor Skip Gates explains the historical reasons why, according to his article on The Root, most African Americans, many of whom strongly self identify as Native American, are less than 2% Native American.
Gates discusses his own experience with this genetic revelation after appearing on an episode of African American Lives.
I wish you could have seen my inbox the morning after the episode of African American Lives aired in 2008, in which we revealed my genetic admixture. To my own surprise, I have to confess, the results showed that I had a surprisingly high amount of European ancestry (50.5 percent) but only 0.8 percent Native American ancestry. (I am 48.2 percent sub-Saharan African.) No one seemed to mind all that white ancestry, but the low level of Native American ancestry caused something of a family crisis. I thought my computer was going to explode. I didn’t realize I had so many cousins who were so deeply committed to being “part Indian.” And the venom those emails contained! These were some very angry cousins.
“Skippy, how could you embarrass our family like that, in front of the nation?” ran one line of attack, while another questioned the accuracy of the tests. “That test is one big fat lie.” After all, Big Mom herself had told us all about her Indian ancestry, and how could “science” be more authoritative than Big Mom, your own grandmother. Boy.
Despite the backlash, the genetic evidence was undeniable.
The average African American is 73 percent sub-Saharan, 24 percent European and only 0.7 percent Native American. So, most of us have quite a lot of European ancestry and very, very little Native American ancestry. And if this Native American DNA came from exactly one ancestor, it surfaced in our family trees quite a long time ago—on average, perhaps as many as 10 generations, or 300 years, ago, which means about 1714.
According to historians, this is because after around 1715, interactions between black slaves and Native Americans became increasingly limited as fewer Indians were being held as slaves, and Native tribes were being pushed further and further away from the the colonies, giving them fewer opportunities to procreate with blacks.
Full story: http://www.theroot.com/articles/history/2014/04/why_most_black_people_aren_t_part_indian.1.html
Photo Credit: Sandra Song; Image Source: Gothamist
You love pumpkin flavor. That sweet, robust flavor is pretty much the only thing that keeps you from diving into the depths of depression as you watch the glorious warmth of summer deteriorate into a frigid cesspool of dirty, yellow-stained snow. Lucky for you, the folks over at Gothamist have documented, in detail, every pumpkin item for sale at Trader Joe’s, your one stop shop for quirky fall eats. On the list, you will find the classics, like pumpkin pie and actual pumpkins, as well as more questionable picks, like pumpkin yogurt and pumpkin dog treats. Enjoy!
Full Story: http://gothamist.com/2014/10/01/pumpkin_trader_joes.php#photo-1
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The dating game is a dance as old as time. You go out to a bar or party. If you’re lucky, you meet someone, and there is a mutual attraction. You go on a date, things go further, or they don’t. Before technology, the process of meeting someone could take quite a while. Just think of all the times you have gone out to a party, took a look around, and immediately said, “Nope.”
However, for those who are brave enough to attempt online dating, there is an app called Tinder, which has been around for about two years, but has picked up a lot of steam in the past few months. Tinder provides the user with the basic profiles of men or women in their area, and allows them to swipe right for “yes” (as in yes, I like you, and I want you) or left for “nope” (everyone knows what nope means). Mutual swipes are notified of each other’s existence.
Tonight, I met up with an old friend who was visiting from out of town. After asking if I had any single friends who may be looking for some fun (of which I could think of none), he said that he would now have to resort to Tinder if he wanted to meet women over his trip. While I am familiar with what Tinder is, I have never actually seen it used. Naturally, I asked if I could observe as he swiped. He obliged.
The swiping movements were lightening fast. Each left swipe got no more than .25 seconds of consideration, before a large, rude “NOPE” was stamped across the woman’s picture, and she disappeared forever into the ether. It was barely enough time to fully see their faces. There was no reading of the profile for these girls. No consideration of whether she was curing cancer, had written the great American novel, or if she was a fantastic cook. That’s not what Tinder is about.
Every once in a while, he would come across a woman who caught his attention. Interestingly, the more revealing photos did not seem more likely to earn a yes from him. Most of the girls he chose were girls who showed only their faces. Once a face captured his attention, he began to read their profile. “I enjoy going out and being active,” exclaimed a cute redhead, who had posted a picture of herself hiking a canyon.
“Sounds like she wants to climb my dick,” he decided. Swipe right.
Women in their thirties were also given priority over women in their early twenties. “Women in their thirties know what they like,” he explained. As someone who was only in town for a few days, he emphasized that he did not have enough time to go through a courtship that may require two or more dates. He wanted to get straight down to the business of a mutually beneficial sexual relationship, and was looking for women who were similarly situated.
“I’m very disappointed with the quality,” he said as his thumb passed quickly to the left side of his touch screen. “I expected better.” The girls looked perfectly cute to me, but then again, I wasn’t looking for someone to take home with me.
Even though I knew that the girls had no way of knowing how quickly they had been ‘noped,’ I could not help but feel sorry for them. After all, these girls had posted their prettiest pics, tried their best to sound fun/interesting, and had done their best to present the most compelling version of themselves. But still, regardless of whether they were seeking meaningful relationships or just quick hookups, all of this effort was only worth a quarter of a second’s consideration. After all, even the most ambitious guy can’t fuck the whole city, and New York is full of women to swipe past.
As my friend and I parted ways, I told him to let me know if any of his Tinder swipes turned into dates, and he said he would. As I walked on, I felt strangely relieved to know that nobody would be swiping left on my picture somewhere in the city tonight. But then again, nobody would be swiping right either. So maybe it is the Tinder girls, who had the balls to put themselves out there in this brutal and superficial dating world, who ought to feel sorry for me.
New season of Scandal means that Kev On Stage is back with his hilarious cartoon parody of our favorite Thursday night drama.
After all that twerking…
Yes, they had a prenup. Yes, she is asking for sole custody of their child. Yes, there are rumors of infidelity.
Full story: http://m.tmz.com/#Article/2014/09/24/amber-rose-wiz-khalifa-divorce-cheating-custody
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When actors and athletes win awards, there are certain things we may expect from them in their acceptance speeches. Tears. Mentions of family members. Grattitude to God. And for those of us who believe in a higher power, we feel it is only right that someone who has been given such a great talent should give thanks to the Creator, who could easily have made them ugly or fat or tone deaf.
But with the onset of social media, basic bitches and basic bros alike have been given a platform to give their own acceptance speeches of sorts. These speeches come in the form of their Facebook statuses, Instagram posts, and Tweets. Except in their cases, these people haven’t won any award, nor have they been recognized for any great talent. Which can leave one wondering, what are you so thankful for? God kinda fucked you over.
Ok. So maybe that’s a little extreme. God didn’t fuck them over per se. He just did not give them the blessings that they are claiming. For example, you may come across a youtube video of someone butchering your favorite Aliyah song, and in the description, the singer has said “I thank Jesus every day for blessing me with a voice as sweet as honey. You are all bearing witness to God’s glory, amen.” Meanwhile, Jesus is pacing heaven talmbout, “These chicks gonna keep my name out they mouth!” and Aliyah is turning over in her grave. Now, am I saying this person is not blessed? No. But their blessing is their health, or the food on their table, or the fact that they have not been evicted following the numerous noise complaints from their singing. After all, things can ALWAYS be worse. Your busted embarrassment of a car can always pop a tire, and someone who is already ugly can get fat on top of being ugly. And of course there is the fact that not one of us has any guarantee that we will wake up the next morning. So yes, it is absolutely right to be thankful for our true, non-delusional blessings.
On the other end of the spectrum, there are people who actually are quite talented or beautiful. Those people may also thank God, but sometimes seem to have nefarious reasons for doing so. Example: one of the thots you follow on Instagram has posted a new duck-lipped bathroom selfie of herself leaning over the sink, ‘kini top precariously close to slipping off her breast. She has captioned the photo, “Thank God for all-a-dis. You bitches wish you were this blessed. Praying for you haters! *smooches*” In this case, the woman in the picture is clearly devoutly religious. After all, she is giving God the credit for what she has, which seems like a good thing. But she is also rubbing her blessings in your face, which is sort of really mean. It says, “God loved me more.” Which I’m pretty sure runs counter to the humility that is the supposed basis for giving thanks.
We all have bad habits and personality flaws. At the same time, we are all blessed in our way, and expressions of gratitude in place of negativity can have a transformative effect on our culture. But the next time that you wish to express gratitude, just try to be less of a prick about it so that God doesn’t start shooting lightening bolts at that ass.
Photo credit: Jolanda Bos and Lonneke Beukenholdt
For those who have been using the same beat up yaki/remy/Brazillian virgin hair that has been passed down from your granny, to your mammy, to you: you can rest easy knowing that there is at least one woman rocking a weave that is older than yours. Pay no mind to the fact that she is a 3,300 year old corpse that was recently excavated from an ancient Egyptian settlement. Live Science reports:
She was not mummified, her body simply being wrapped in a mat. When archaeologists uncovered her remains they found she wore “a very complex coiffure with approximately 70 extensions fastened in different layers and heights on the head,” writes Jolanda Bos, an archaeologist working on the Amarna Project, in an article recently published in the Journal of Egyptian Archaeology.
Researchers don’t know her name, age or occupation, but she is one of hundreds of people, including many others whose hairstyles are still intact, who were buried in a cemetery near an ancient city now called Amarna… Many of the other skulls Bos analyzed also had hair extensions. One skull had extensions made of gray and dark black hair suggesting multiple people donated their hair to create extensions.
Researchers also report that the women used fat in their hair as part of the styling process– the ancient Egyptian version of the brown gel.
Details of the woman’s life and death are still being investigated, but hair weave killah has not been ruled out as a cause of death. Archaeologists may never know for sure.
Source: livescience.com; nymagazine.com
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