If you can call yourself a n***a, why can’t I?

January 19, 2010 at 7:35 PM | Posted in Just Pinks | 4 Comments

Editor’s Note: The words and opinions expressed in this entry are solely of the writer, Pinks.

In the wake of the death of Mr. Teddy Pendergrass, one of the greatest soul singers to ever grace the planet, I actually became quite saddened when thinking of how just two days before, my mother and I were listening to his greatest hits CD and cooking together. Although we’ve bumped heads in the past and still share different (if not opposing) viewpoints on a number of topics, one thing my mother and I share indefinitely is our deep love for good R&B music. There is a VHS (remember those?!) of me at 3 years old on Christmas singing “Just Be My Lady” by Larry Graham while holding tightly onto my grandmother’s leg. To this day, when I hear this song, I have to blast it and sing to the top of my lungs because even though I’ve never been in love with a woman, I can feel the emotion behind his lyrics and in his voice.

Browsing through my Ipod, you’ll find a great array of musical genres, from alternative to punk rock to some metal, Christian rock, gospel and even some rap. The only time I listen to the radio is in the car on the way to and from work, and I usually end up switching between stations furiously because I can’t stand most of the garbage filtering through the airwaves. As I prepare for the arrival of my son, I think about what type of music he will like, whether or not he will inherit his father’s beautiful voice, and whose rhythm he will have – his father’s Kompa vibe or my soca and parang fast wine. I also can’t help but to wonder what artists he will look to for his throwback fix when the tunes of the time just don’t satisfy his tastes. As I clean, I usually have some old soul playing – Teddy P, Marvin Gaye, Sam Cooke, Aretha Franklin, Etta James, The Temptations, Betty Wright – and I plan to do the same when he comes along.

I’d like my son to sing along to The Manhattans’ “Kiss and Say Goodbye” the way I did when I was 6 years old and the rest of the kids were singing Bel Biv Devoe. I’d like him to feel how much Lenny Williams loved that woman in “Cause I Love You” when he belted out “OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH…” My mother wasn’t trying to keep me from popular music as I grew up, but she knew that there was a time when artists valued their craft, and they didn’t need $1 million video budgets or scantily clad hoes to sell records. They sang from their hearts about crucial topics (Marvin Gaye – What’s Goin On, The Temptations – World of Confusion, Aretha Franklin – Bridge Over Troubled Water) and had timeless, distinctive voices to match their simple but powerful ballads, dance tunes or whatever else.

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Truth in 140: ‘Maybe if you got with a mature woman instead of just the one who had the fattest ass, you wouldn’t be going thru the drama!’

December 18, 2009 at 12:19 PM | Posted in Higher Definition, Just Pinks, Truth in 140 | 4 Comments

I have a friend named Pinks. She’s very near and dear to my heart. She will correct your grammar, curse you out and then seals the deal with a warm smile and a hug. Pinks routinely posts her raw honesty on twitter and I decided it would behoove the masses to collect and display her thoughts for the upward and forward progression of mankind. You’re welcome.

Editor’s Note: This particular soap box episode was sparked following a tweet-scussion of the tragic death of Cincinnati Bengals receiver Chris Henry. His death, after falling out of the back of a pickup truck during what police said was a domestic dispute with his fiancee. Pinks got a fire in her belly after some twitterers blamed the death on Henry’s fiance, calling her “crazy.”

OK maybe I’m not done. Black men, STOP claiming that ALL Black women are one way and all we do is curse and argue and fight

Maybe if you got with a mature woman instead of just the one who had the fattest ass, you wouldn’t be going thru the drama!

Stop filling women’s heads with lies and telling em you’re gonna do right by them when you know you’re not worth her time or heartache

i’m tired of men painting us all in one stroke with the same brush, same color, same everything.

a woman can be supportive of you and independent at the same damn time! y she gotta play a dummy to stroke your fragile ass ego?

stop chasing hoodrats whose only assets are their asses and START looking for a woman you can grow with

stop fucking women raw because it feels good, then bouncing when she gets pregnant..that makes you a cunt

and women, stop falling for a dude because he buys you Louie V, Gucci and shit..if you let him pay for/buy the pussy, you’re a whore

stop trying to change these men who obviously weren’t about shit when you met them; you’ll end up pregnant, burning or ALONE..maybe all 3

get your head out of your ass and learn to set thine own house in order before giving your precious life to an asshat

I was guilty of staying with a jackass for 4 yrs bc i didn’t love myself enough to leave..I wisened up and never looked back!

we all falter, we all make mistakes, but if you keep running into the same types of bad men/women YOU’RE the one who needs to make a change!

Yea I’m going in, but so what..some of y’all play fucking dumb then cry when you get treated like an idiot

that’s why it’s our job to teach our brothers, sons, cousins, nephews WHOMEVER, the right way from NOW!

and for you men thinking I’m male-bashing..save the shit. If nothing I’ve said applies to you, forward my tweets to someone who can use em

Trust me, I know the difference between a quality man and a sack of shit, because I’ve been with both

it took me going to the depths of self-destruction and lack of self-love to see that i deserved better

I knew what I wanted and who I wanted to be, and that’s who I became. I’m not perfect, but I know how to love and how to be loved.

I know that I will never understand what it is to be a man, but I can make his burden a little less heavy. His struggle is OUR struggle

Submission to a man isn’t a bad thing when you submit your heart into his hands knowing he will not forsake you.

The trick, ladies, is giving your all to a man who deserves it. Don’t blame him for previous cats and don’t expect him to be perfect.

Get to know him and decide if he’s worthy of your love. If he is, pour all of it on him, and let him love you back!

Don’t block your blessing because of jerks in your past…they’re there for a reason. *stepping off soapbox*

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