I never thought that I would hear myself utter these words, but....I MISS GIRLFRIENDS. I have to thank my daughter for turnin' me on to this sometimes sexy,-other times silly-sitcom. At first glance it just looked like alot of overzealous and overly ripened acting. Consequently, I decided to give it a chance. I gotta tell ya. My tv viewing experience has never been the same.
Today my conscience is havin' an intervention with my REAL wants and desires. For so long, I have tried to put on a good face and pretend that a man's..ummm...exterior doesn't really faze me. I would tell my sistagurls: "Oh, it doesn't really matter if the size of his thighs could feed the continent of Africa for a month," I would claim. "As long as a gentleman is nice and has some other redeemin' qualities, it's alright."Wellllll...I LIED. This may make me sound like a diva that I'm not tryin' to be, but... I'M NOT ATTRACTED TO THE LIKES OF THIS:
Stop givin' me that crooked sideeye!! I'm not sayin' that a "supersize" meal can't be tasty. I just guess it depends on exactly how hungry you are. My appetite just isn't quite that large. Some people (especially dudes) have accused me of bein' short sighted and stuck up. Why? It's simply a personal preference. It's not meant to offend.
I can remember when I tipped the scales at over 200 lbs. Even though I was labeled as a "nice person," I would often be depressed and dateless. Most men that I came in contact with just werent lookin' for a woman that had more "cushion for the pushin." It wasn't happenin.' The male species often is very straight up about what they like and DON'T like. What's wrong with me doin' the same thing? Even though a man may have more to love and is able to perform awe-inspirin' acrobats such as this:
I think I'll have to set my sights elsewhere. Don't get it twisted though. He doesn't have to be packin' like this:
I just have zero interest in hookin' up with a guy who looks like he has a swimmin' pool inside his belly.
I can remember when this show first hit the airwaves on Buffoon Entertainment TV(i.e. BET). I thought that the storyline was corny and had more holes than a corpse after a drive by. Yet my teen queen made it her bizness to bounce her buns in front of the boob tube every week to catch this dreadfully drab drama.
When I used to hear bits and small pieces of this show, I used to wonder why it seems like most predominantly African American shows lack any real substance and the tv sets look as fake a gold chain from the hairstore. The cast is a bunch of B and Z list actors tryin' to shine and keep their jobs by seriously overactin' their different roles. Wendy is the worst with it.
From The Steve Harvey Show to Two Can Play That Game, her actin' is just WAY too hood. Regardless, my daughter was a die hard fan and insisted that I watch it. I mean, she would continously watch the reruns so much that I would secretly delete them from our DVR lineup. (Hey, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do to keep yoursanity). When BET started advertisin' the new episodes, I thought that I would have to shoot her with a tranquilizer gun to calm her butt down!! Everytime they showed the commerical:
She would get to hollerin' like she was catchin' the Holy Ghost. 'Bout scared me to death. Somehow, her excitement became contagious like the stomach flu. Wouldn't you know that I caught it? I decided to give it another try. Honey, when the premiere night rolled around we were actin' like plum fools up in here!! We went and got all these munchies from the store like we were preparin' for a hurricane. I was postin' it on FB. Wowzers. I was out there. Finally the moment we had been waitin' for was up on us. In all honesty, the episode wasn't that bad. It was a nice twist to see Meagan Good even if she was feedin' Malik's hungry behind ego (plus ole' girl could really use thework):
Unfortunately, the actin' is still as overdone as my aunt's meatloaf. Malik and Jason are more obnoxious then they ever were. Kelly is killin' me with her new so called Bad Girls Club image. Oh well. Rome wasn't built in a day.
