Love, Peace, and Soul: My Thanks to an Icon

Hey fam,
I honestly don't even know where to start..so forgive me if I ramble a bit.
I guess the best place to start is RIP Don Cornelius. Innovator. Trailblazer. Icon. Legend. The list goes on and on.

I woke up this morning to the news that Don Cornelius had died. For those of you that don't know..Don is the creator and the original host of the show Soul Train.
I sat here in shock for several minutes then boo hoo'd my face off as if I had lost a family member. I guess technically I have. Many of you know I am a contributor/writer to the soultrain.com website, so in my head at least, I am a part of the Soul Train family..in a distant cousin kind of way? maybe? Just go with it.

Everyone has Soul Train memories of some sort. I always ask the artists that I interview to tell me about Don, what was he like? What kind of advice did he give? I also always ask them to tell me their favorite memories of the show. I always LOVE their answers.

So, I thought what better way than to honor a man that paved the way for so many than to answer my own question.

So, Meik.. What is your favorite Soul Train memory?

I'm so glad you asked.

I can recall that growing up Saturday morning was "clean up" time at our house. My sister and I would split it up, one take the upstairs, the other take downstairs.. I'd always want downstairs so I could sneak and watch Soul Train and pretend I'm cleaning with no one around..I mean, yeah mama (I know she's reading)...it really took me an hour to dust and vacuum.. I'd vacuum during the commercials. LOL. But I'd stand in front of the TV..and I'm talking right up on the damn thing and I'd watch and listen to Don's interview style and I'd take in the responses the artists gave, and of course I loved to watch the performances and the dancers. I LOVED the Soul Train line, shoot, I still love doing it now.(Ya'll know how WE do lol) Then when Shemar Moore started hosting my focus changed to drooling over him, but that's another story..and this ain't the time for that.

But, I have to say my favorite episodes of all time is when the Jackson 5 performed Dancing Machine and Michael did the robot on ya'lls arses and it was like WHOAAAAA...Did he just?? He did!! That was a sign right there..that he was about to change the dance game foreverrrrrr Moonwalk anyone? (of course I saw that episode in reruns) and I also loved the episode when Marvin Gaye was on there ..1974 (I wasn't born yet..so again, reruns) but his honesty and candid responses to the interview questions Don and the Soul Train gang threw his way made me love him even more, and I realized..he was absolutely hilarious in addition to being talented. I could go on and on with the episodes that I love, but we'd be here all day.


Even today, every time Centric or Bounce TV shows a Soul Train episode, I stop what I'm doing and stand right up on the TV as if I'm 12 years old all over again, mesmerized that people that look like me (black that is) are on television on a music based show. Now if you recall my blog back when MJ died in 2009, I told ya'll that I was always interested in interviewing people, shoot, ask my sister, she was who I practiced on..and if she didn't want to play right, I'd interview my damn self LOL. But, I say all that to say.. here I am nearly 20 years later, still mesmerized by the groundbreaking show that Don Cornelius had the foresight to create. I thank him for giving our artists a place to showcase their music, fam, not every African American artist could just run over to American Bandstand back then (learn your history), I thank Don for laying down the foundation and building a show that everyone could enjoy and talk about for years to come, I thank Don for his vision, because soultrain.com wouldn't even exist today without him. I especially thank him because without him, I wouldn't have the opportunity to write for the website. Writing for Soul Train has been one of the most rewarding experiences in my career thus far. I get to interview some of the same artists that Don once interviewed, some of the artists that appeared on the show, it's totally surreal. Talking to the artists that I watched on television growing up, the artists that only Don would lend his spotlight to and allow them to show the world their talent..I can't really explain to ya'll how it feels, except to say that every interview that is published to the website, I would often wonder if he was reading them and hoping that I did them justice just as he did years ago. I am grateful to artists like Kashif,Betty Wright, Lenny Williams, Cherrelle, Alexander O'Neal, Christopher Williams, and the list goes on and on..I thank you guys for sharing your memories of Soul Train and Don Cornelius with me. A lot of people often ask me why I interview "old school" artists, and my answer is 1. Because I mofo'n want to and 2. For those that don't know a lot of the artists, and don't know their story, I want to tell their stories so they aren't forgotten and so that people know where the music today comes from, Don didn't give these artists an outlet for them to be forgotten about, why not talk to them, and learn more about how they got to where they are and what they think of music today.

Anyway, after all this rambling, it boils down to one thing: Thank you Don Cornelius for breaking down racial barriers and allowing us to come along for a funky soul filled ride. You will be missed, but because of you, Soul Train lives on. Love, Peace, and Soul..

Shameika Rene'


Share your favorite Soul Train memories with me!

Chatty Cathy Mofos

What's happenin fam?

Seems I have another guest blogger this week! (this is where you get excited)...As usual..my comments will be sprinkled throughout.. ENJOY!


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Guest Blogger: Ashley Poag is a Marketing Specialist and Blogger for InsigniaGroup.com.


Since when did it become ok for you to violate all social norms and human decency just because you are on the dayum internet! It looks like there are a lot of grown ass men out there that need to take an internet etiquette course. Why do I say that?
Well, I was minding my own business, working late and yes signed into Facebook when suddenly I heard the little “BOOP” sound indicating that I had a message. Great! Nothing like some late night chit chat to break up the monotony. Well, is it bestie? long time whoever? Or cousin so and so? Nope, it’s a random ass dude from high school (RADFHS). What does he want? Never really talk to him, barely even know him.


((Meik: now see.. this ain't finna go good at all. If it's a random dude you don't know or barely talk to.. RUN.. listen to auntie Meik.. I've learned my lesson about idle chit chat ish with mofos))

RADFHS: Hey how do I know you?

I thought this was strange but, maybe he is doing some late night, clean out my friends’ list type of stuff. Hey! I do it from time to time. You know, get rid of the mofos you don’t actually know, or want to know, the spammers etc. So, I proceed with the conversation. We discover yes, we went to the same high school, rode the same bus, had some mutual friends and then…

RADFHS: Yes, wow! You do look familiar Cute (**side eye** hmm k)

((Meik: blink. blink. blink. now see, if he didn't know you, WHY are you entertaining this mofo??!! Why jog his rabbit arse memory .. his game is wack))


Me: uh Thanks, you have a beautiful wife and kids too (Don’t start nothing won’t be nothing right? Smdh, so very wrong)

((Meik: blink. blink. blink.))

RADFHS: I’m bored (At this point you’d think I would know to exit the conversation. But, I didn’t)

Me: Well, I’m taking a break from work, so you’re cool

RADFHS: I’m actually doing something but I can’t say..I’m ashamed (**record skip**)

Me: (*PAUSE*) WELL, I hope it’s legal

RADFHS: not smoking or drinking but if you really want to know. I’m sorry but I’m beating off.

((Meik: *spits drink out* now what now?!!! Heck's naw.. LOG OFF IMME-JET-LEY!! He needs to go handle his bodily functions with his wife.. whew chile hellz nawl.. this calls for a UNFRIEND and BLOCK!))

Me: Wow that’s so disrespectful and gross and I can clearly see you are married.. So do me a favor and delete this before your wife checks your messages..And I will pretend you were either drunk or someone hacked your profile and this conversation never happened.

((Meik: Ma'am. Girl. HELLLURRRRRR.. why are you still talking to this nasty arse mofo??!! Why are you telling him how to protect himself from the wrath of his wife?! You should have BEEN done logged off the dayum internet!))

And then ish got real different…

RADFHS: Oh this not (RADFHS) this his home boy, he’s not on, he left. This his friend **hee-honk** I hope I didn’t offend you but you asked but any way let’s start over hell (RADFHS) left is Facebook open and I thought I would browse for beautiful women.

((Meik: Bye MOFO...that arse is LYING.. DELETE. BLOCK. THE END))

People what kind of jack arse does something like this? I will tell you, someone that simply don’t know how to act! Just because you on the dayum internet does not mean you can say and do whatever the hell you wanna do. Being the Dick Tracy type of chick that I am, I had to investigate RADFHS’s friends list to see if the name that he gave me was on there. And, sure enough either this donkey was so dumb he gave up the little bit of anonymity that he had and gave me his name OR the “W” word scared the ish out of RADFHS and he threw his homeboy under the bus. Men do me and all innocent women, who are minding their own business out there on the World Wide Web, a favor: if this is you or your home boy please go get yourselves some netiquette.

Meik: I do believe the lesson learned here is F that idle chit chat ish with random folks..if it's THAT important, tell em to inbox you wtf they wanna say. If you don't know HOW we know each other, that's fine.. just don't take it to that next level with all that nasty dirty talk and you got a wife in the other room. Sir. BYE. I leave you with this: Would you want your significant other online trying to holla at other people and talking dirty to them? No? Oh. RESPECT is still a virtue that mofos have yet to learn. *sigh*



Stay Classy with some sense please!
~Meik

The Boo Boo Bandit

What's up Fam? I have decided to try something new.. and allow guest bloggers..

WHAAAAAT???

Yes, you heard me right.. I'm finding out that others have MOFO stories they want to share, and frankly, I don't have the time to write THEIR stories for them, so why not just let these folks tell their own stories? Geez Meik..that's so smart.. ooooh I know.

So I'll stop rambling for now and let you enjoy the first installment.. I warn you.. this ish is HEE-LARIOUS! and of course.. my comments are sprinkled throughout.. LOL..

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Guest Blogger: Gangsta Princess

Hell dates don’t really happen? At least that’s what I used to think, until I actually went on one myself.

It was Summer 2011, one of my homeboys from out of town was in town for the weekend, so why not have a party? In traditional house-party fashion, someone had to make a beer run, so 2 of my boys, one of my best friends, and myself decided to make the run to the store. We decide to go to the gas station that is literally 1 minute away from the house. Run in, run out, no problems!

There are two lines at the gas station, I get in one line, and my girl gets in the other line. I finish up before her, and as I’m about to exit the store she yells, “This man just said that he thinks you are beautiful.” So I turn around to see who said this, and it’s the cashier. So of course, I say thanks, shoot him a smile, and proceed to exit out of the store. When my friend makes it to the car, she has his name and phone number written on the back of a receipt, and tells me I should call him.

Shallow is thy name at times, and I completely understand that is wrong, but hell, he works at a gas station, I’m not feeling that. So my friends give me the lecture of “don’t judge him yet, it could be his part-time job, you never know, give him a chance..blah, blah.” We all know that alcoholic beverages give us liquid coverage, so I decided I would go ahead and give him a call and play with his mind. I call him up, we chit chat, he asks if he can take me out to dinner sometime, I say okay, we ended the conversation.


((Meik's comment: Now YOU know this aint finna go well atall.. playing with someone's mind = some munked up mess.. but do what you do boo))

Next day, he called me and we had the opportunity to talk more and I had a sober mind to ask the important questions, and instead of going with my gut feeling, I go with what my friends said, “be open.” He tells me he is 23 (too young), has 2 jobs and the gas station is his part-time (okay friends were right about the part-time gig), has a college degree (plus), has a car (plus), and has an apartment and lives down the street from me (double plus). So we make plans to have dinner the following day.
So far, so good, right?


Originally he was going to cook me dinner, but got delayed, so decided upon going out to dinner somewhere. We decided I would meet him at his place cuz I didn’t want him knowing where I lived, and we’d just ride together to the restaurant. I opted to drive b/c I like to have control over the situation, if I’m ready to go I can leave, and if you are crazy I can leave you.


((Meik's comment: PAUSE. why couldn't his arse just meet you at the restaurant? I'm betting that this is a situation that you FINTA regret.. but lemme keep reading..))

Called him up, let him know I was outside, he gets in the car, and things got confusing immediately….
He has on shorts and support socks/hose that come all the way up, sneakers, and a plaid shirt. Totally confused on the compression socks, clueless as to why he doesn’t have jeans on instead, and also taking into consideration how confused others will be as well. So I say “I’m not really that hungry, so we can just go to Applebees.” Why did I pick Applebees??? Because nobody hardly ever goes to that joint!! Lol


((Meik's comment: blink. blink. blink. Com-who-socks? FUH WHAT? and I woulda left his arse right there at his house and went the hell on somewhere errrr I like Applebee's.. but I digress.. ))

We get to Applebees, and the waitress offers a table with stools, I say cool, he says no I need a booth. I ask WHY, he says “I’ll tell you at the table.” Really confused at this point because I didn’t know it was a huge ordeal about seating arrangements. But okay, we sit down and order, I get water and a $7 salad. He orders a steak, sprite and sweet tea, which totals about $25 (these prices are important). After ordering the food, I have to steer the convo back to why we had to sit in a booth. He then explains that he has severe diabetes and has to give himself insulin multiple times a day, and just recently got out of the hospital for knee swelling and fluid on his knees. So this of course explains the compression/surgical socks, or whatever. Of course at this point, I do feel bad for judging his outfit choice, and sympathize with his health issues, so everything is explained and should go well from this point forward…until…..

((Meik's comment: wayment..I get the mofo has issues..but he couldn't cover them joints up.. throw on some sweats, jeans, long johns..SOMETHING????))

The check comes!! He pulls out his credit card and asked me if I wanted to split it 50/50…I flat out said NO, however I have no problem leaving a tip…but seriously? Did I eat a steak? Did I even have a soft drink? Hell NO I am not paying half of anything! So he looks at me like I was speaking a foreign language, and reluctantly paid for the meal.

((Meik's comment: blink. blink. blink. now forgive me if I'm missing something..but didn't he ASK YOU out? AND you drove?! *blank stare* ))

Needless to say, the next stop is to drop his cheap butt off at home. So on the way to his house, he tells me he enjoys hanging out with me, and would love to watch a movie. All signs have already pointed that I don’t need to be bothered, but I say, ok, sure we can watch a movie.

Let me explain that his apartment is basically a college campus based type of apartment where there are 4 bedrooms that each have their own bathrooms, and the roommates all share the common areas (laundry area, kitchen, and living room). No television in the living room, so we had to watch the movie in his room….he opens the door, to disorganization, and a messy room (just as I thought).

I sit on his bed to watch his 15-inch flat screen TV that I can barely see, he hands me the remote, and excuses himself to the restroom. I take this opportunity to text and tweet my friends to let them know that I am not sure if I can trust their judgment ever again and our friendships will be reevaluated, lol. As I’m tweeting and texting, I finally notice that not only has time flown by, but I’ve heard a numerous amount of flushes, water running, a fan on blast, and interval sprays of air freshener being doused in the air.

((Meik's comment: *sniggle*))

I then realized that about 15 minutes have elapsed, and this fool is still in the restroom. This mission needs to be aborted ASAP. So I start planning my escape, and as I’m about to collect my keys and my purse, I get a text message.... live from the bathroom, from this fool, and it says “I am sooo sorry, I am just going to be a few more minutes, this is taking longer than I expected.”

((Meik's comment: *sniggle harder*))


Oh.Wow. Welllp.. against my better judgment yet again, I wait for him to come out…After about 10 more minutes, he finally emerges from the bathroom spraying behind him, and apologizing. Earlier at dinner I had offered some hand sanitizer to him b/c I am all about clean hands, and he had declined, which is gross. But when this man left the bathroom, he then says “Hey, do you still have that hand sanitizer…umm…can I get some please?”

((Meik's comment: But.....*raises hand* umm... nevermind just.....))

Soooooo you mean to tell me, that this nasty grown man just had a massive bowel movement and does not have any soap to wash his nasty hands???? Thoroughly disgusted!!!!!!! But I do share my hand sanitizer cuz if he tries to give me a goodbye hug I do not want boo-boo residue on me!!

Now the plot to vacate the scene is on ten times more. We watch TV for about 10 minutes, and I say “I completely forgot I am working overtime tomorrow…I need to head home and wind down so I can be ready to get up at 5am,” (it was about 7pm at this time). He looks at me in disbelief but goes along with the story, and tells me I can stay a few more minutes, so I oblige, unfortunately. About 5 more minutes pass, and he then says, “So what time are you leaving, because I have to go back to the bathroom, and I’m afraid that I am going to be a lot longer this time.”

That is all the information I need sir, I’m going home NOW! I tell him goodbye, he rushes me out the door, and I jet to the car to call my friends to give them hell!!!! 30 minutes later, after his second diarrhea session, I receive a text saying he had a great time, and can’t wait to hang-out with me again. Were we on the same date?


He tried aggressively for a few weeks to score a second date, and I avoided him like the plague because I could not believe his actions from the first date…that ish was just beyond disgusting. I understand we all have to go when nature calls, but at least be discrete about the situation!! This dude’s name starts with a B and I so lovingly like to remember him as Boo Boo B….

Moral of the story, Immodium AD might be something that everybody need to keep in their wallets, and NEVER run out of soap at your house, cuz you never know when you might need both!
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Jeeeezus take this wheel because THIS was pure d-dayum comedy..
Lesson learned: if you have bubble guts.. cut the date shawt and be done with it.. ain't no point in trying to prolong ish lol..when nature calls..answer it, but just let those around you know so they can leave you in peace!

Stay classy and germ free!
Meik..

Double Trouble: 2nd Chances

Happy New Year fam!

Now most of you have been along for the ride through my downs, and even lower than low dating experiences, notice I didn't say "ups and downs".. and the final straw for me has been getting stood up for the gazillionth time, but that's neither here nor there, I chalk it up to mofos being trife and keep it moving..

But let's go back a little further in my dating life and look at the downfall of it all..

King Mofo and I fall in love, King Mofo and I shack up and play house in a new city like we're crazy, King Mofo eventually cheats, I throw his arse out, King Mofo comes crawling back, I forgive him and give him another chance.

This week on The Social Hour we are discussing whether or not cheaters should get a second chance?

Now if my own situation had worked out for the greater good, I'd say heck yea give folks a second chance.. BUT..this ain't the El Debarge story..so let's continue on with the story shall we...

King Mofo and I move back closer to his fam, King Mofo and I are back in love and all is right with the world allegedly, King Mofo starts acting crazy again, and lo and behold.. his arse is cheating again.. with not one, but at least 2 chicks (that I know of)..

blink.
blink.
blink.

Over 7 years and this is how this negroid does me??!!!...so my answer is simple.. HELL to the MOFO'N NAW.. No second chances will be given over cheaaaa...

Why not Meik?

Well besides the long drawn out saga I simplified for you, and the complete utter disrespect and having my heart ripped out of my chest and tossed back at me..oooh I don't know.. perhaps it's the fact that most cheaters realize they got away with the ish once, so they can do it again and again. I have no tolerance for that ish.

Now I know you're asking well why did you give him a second chance??!!

Simple. I loved him and didn't want to be alone, and besides, I actually felt in my heart of hearts he would change.

Now.. why didn't I give him one more chance after that?

*blank stare* you can't possibly be serious asking me that?!

I do know this, I don't want to ever be the person that I was back then, accepting that the mofo totally disregarded our commitment, disrespected me, lied to me, and made me feel like everything was my fault.. NO THANK YOU.. besides, if they feel the need to cheat, they can kick rocks and keep on keepin on with the heaux they started creeping with. She (or He.. however you get down) can have his trife arse..

It's not worth being in a relationship where the trust is gone, and the constant nagging in the back of your mind wondering if that person is up to no good when they aren't around you, questioning every little thing they say, etc.. that alone is enough to drive someone insane.

Ultimately, it comes down to one thing.. do you respect yourself enough to realize that if he/she didn't love you enough to stay faithful, do you think they will change when you give them a second chance? Granted I am sure there are some cheating arse mofos that allegedly change, I just don't plan on sticking around after they cheat to find out..well unless he's pullin in the Kobe Bryant money LMAO.. jk. kinda.

The road to recovering from a cheater is a long one, trust me..it takes a long time to find yourself and love yourself again, but I do know this..I love me more than some mofo that can easily stick his peen in someone else's cookie box without a second thought about me and my feelings.


So Mofo Chronicle Readers.... do you think cheaters should get a second chance?

Tune into The Social Hour every Tuesday on Urban Soul Radio.. just log onto www.thesocialhr.com 7p to 9p PST or 10p-Midnight EST and call in!

Until later,
Meik..

Tick Tick BOOM mofos

What's up fam?

In just a few hours we'll say goodbye to 2011 and ring in 2012.. and it is my sincere hope that the new year will knock some sense into some mofos.

BUT... I'm also pretty sure it probably won't.

I also hope that in the new year that mofos learn one thing: RESPECT.

There's a thin line apparently between RESPECT and TIME.

What you mean Meik?

Well, I'm glad you asked.

I have touched on this topic before in 2009 if I'm not mistaken and it's a shame that as mofos get older, they still cannot respect people's time.

For example: Boy asks girl out, girl accepts, they make plans for the following day at a specific time, next day girl is ready and waiting....and waiting.....and waiting.....and well you get the point. Mofo is a no-show. In the workplace what does that mean ya'll...

FIRED.

My point is this.. all of this waiting n ish could have been AVOIDED if the mofo had picked up a phone, sent a pigeon, tweeted, face booked, BBM'd or whatever method he had to use to tell the chick that he 1)had something come up and would reschedule 2) didn't really dayum wanna go in the first place 3)He ain't ish.

Now I could make this blog personal and start pointing fingers and calling out names, but you know who you are and if you are guilty of this ish, male or female, then you need to think about how you'd feel if someone did the ish to you.

Not a great feeling huh?

It may be an oversight *sideeye* or it maybe you just have no respect for others and the time they have spent waiting on your trifling arse, or you may have just not been raised correctly.. either way..the ish is just rude and disrespectful. It doesn't take but a minute to cancel plans. Trust me, folks will appreciate the effort alot more than they will take the *crickets* and no call no show.

So as we countdown to midnight and ring in the new year.. let's toast to the hope that standing folks up is a thing of the past and learning how to RESPECT people's TIME and feelings is something EVERYONE will make an effort to do.

Happy New Year Dear Readers! I appreciate you all and am glad you are here and am grateful for your support!

Stay Classy!
Meik

Red Flag Alert

What’s up Mofoville!

Once again, I decided to venture out into the big ole world of dating...don't look at me like that..I already know I should have left this ish alone.

You ever meet someone that you instinctively KNOW that they aren’t for you and no matter how hard you try to keep an open mind and not judge them right off the bat, it just doesn’t work?

What you mean Meik?

Lemme give you an example. I met this guy a couple of weeks ago while he was working at an event. He seemed to be a really nice guy, very helpful since I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to find publicists and managers, but my eyebrow raised a bit when he escorted me to the bathroom and stood outside the door waiting on me to come out.. But I pushed that *red flag* out of my head.

Don’t judge me just yet.

So fast forward to the end of the event and I’m frustrated, frantic, etc.. And he comes up and asks to exchange info, we do.. I don’t think ish else about it.

The next day..which is a Sunday.. He calls me 4 times and not really to get to know each other, but to just say, hi. Blink. Blink. Another *red flag* that I ignored.
I asked him about what he does full time, and to this day I still don’t know..he couldn’t fully explain what he does, all I got was he worked in advertising. Hmm. Mmk. DOING WHAT? *crickets* hmm mmm.

Monday.. He calls and texts me several times throughout the day, which if I was interested, it might be cute, but its becoming an annoyance, especially since I work in news and have told him what times of the day are the busiest.. He asks if I’d like to go out Saturday.. I said okay, because after all, a girl has to get back into dating right? Then he asks if I am looking to have a family and get married soon or if I’m all about my career? *red flag* do men ask that ish before the first date? I mean at this point my nerves are a lil rattled..

Tuesday.. He tells me how crazy he is about me and sends me pics of himself, requests me on face book and then informs me that he went through ALL of my pics. Now, if you know me, you already know I have over 1000 pics probably on there.. WHO in the right mind has that kind of time? He also asks if I’d like to go to Charleston, SC for the weekend. *red flag*

Wednesday… After a series of ignate texts that I can’t decipher, I just decide I’m too busy at work to even respond to this foolishness. He calls me when I get off work and says he can’t wait to meet my parents and that we should go to the mountains for a romantic getaway. Blink. Blink. Blink. *red flag* I quickly shut that ish down, and he begs and pleads and tells me that if I don’t like that idea, then he’d take me to Las Vegas. Blink. Blink. Blink. I shut that down, then he lays out his plans for our date. 7pm.. A walk in the park. Screeeeeeech.. Slam on the brakes… IT IS DECEMBER MOFO.. IT IS COLD OUTSIDE!!! Anyhow.. Then go get cocktails at Fridays (his words not mine) and then to the movies. Now for me, a first date should not include all this togetherness.. I don’t know if I even want to move past the drinks part let alone spend hours and hours together. So at this point I have had ENUFF.. I ask him what he’s looking for ….are ya’ll ready for this one?


He says, a chick to go out of town with.. That will turn into a friendship that evolves into a relationship then get married and have kids. *RED FLAG!!!!*

Blink.
Blink.
Blink.

Now don’t get me wrong.. I want to get married as much as the next gal, but I’ll be damned if a ninja gonna force me into some ish when I don’t even know them.. So I politely informed him of my plans of moving to Cali as soon as possible and it was pure *crickets* and he stuttered and carried on for a few minutes then got off the phone neverrrrrr to be heard from again..UNTIL the next Monday.. when I get "good morning" text messages. Is he for real right now? Technically he stood me up, (don't matter that I had no intention of going) but the point is.. is this dude like for real for real with this ish?

Lawd, I go from one extreme to the next don’t I?! This is what I get for trying to have an open mind. Never. Again.


Ok moving onto one of my key things that I always preach to ya’ll about.. SCREENING A MOFO..granted I got a lil lax because I haven’t had to do the ish in a while, but thanks to my home girls.. I logged right onto the jail website and BAM!!! Mofo’s mugshot looking right back at me..

What he do Meik?

This ninja here was arrested for writing bad checks.

Now how the hell was he gonna offer to take someone on some vacay type ish? Ninja bye. The scary part .. Is he was doing all this trying to woo me and never once said ish about ever being arrested.

Lesson Learned: STOP IGNORING RED FLAGS! period. the end.

Which brings me to this week’s Social Hour Topic.. If your significant other is whisked off to the “jailhouse” as some country bumpkins call it, are you going to wait for them to get out?? Or you gonna pull a Mya and be Movvvvvinnnnn OOOOnnnnnnn?

I have to say.. I’ll take not waiting on a mofo for 100 Alex.. I’m getting old, my biological clock keeps making strange noises..I don't have time for this ish..not now, not tomorrow, not next year..not ever! Tho I do wonder if any of Conrad Killa Murray’s boo’s and baby mama’s are waiting on him to serve his time..hmmm.. I'm thinking he bout to Bend it like Beckham.. But anyhoo...

So fam, what would you do?

As always, Tune into the Social Hour every Tuesday evening from 7-9p PST just log onto thesocialhr.com and listen in.. we ‘preciate ya!

Stay Classy!
Meik

Game for Mofos

What's happening Mofo Chronicle-ites?!
I hope you all enjoyed your Thanksgiving Holiday if you celebrate it!


Now you know I like to school you on some old school music sometimes right? Does this song look familiar?


"Break up to make up, that's all we do
First you love me then you hate me
That's a game for fools
Break up to make up that's all we do
First you love me then you hate me
That's a game for fools


When I come home from workin', you're on the phone
Talkin' about how bad I treat you, now tell me I'm wrong
You say it's me who argues, I'll say it's you
We have got to get together or baby, we're through"


That's "Break up to Make up" by the Stylistics.. does that situation sound atall familiar to you tho?


We've all had that one relationship that you know is bad for you, but you can't help but stay in the ish..

You know what I'm talkin about..that relationship that you fight fight fight.. break up.. pout.. one of ya'll comes crawling back.. then the make up part ensues.. repeat.

OOOOOh that vicious cycle!

This week on The Social Hour...we're talking about that same cycle and asking the question does the black family have what it takes to stay together?

I thought about this long and hard.. and I can honestly say, the potential is there.. but folks run at the sign of any trouble.

I hate to bring up King Mofo again, but since we shacked up and did everything but seal the deal in front of God and everyone with a marriage certificate.. he's the best example I have.. so everytime we would fight.. which towards the end was ALOT, one of us would declare ITS OVER.. even go so far to pack ish up, and storm out.. hell one time I moved my ish out just to see if he'd come running.. he didn't.. but that's a whole nother story..

Another example, I broke up with a guy because the mofo KNEW I was sick, but didn't bother to check on me.. not even a "can I leave you some orange juice in front of your door and not come in and catch your germs" message! I broke up with him via text, but the making up part that came later was wooooooooo chile.. but that set us on the course of the roller coaster of doom and the original issue was never dealt with.

After a while, that cycle gets realllllllll old..in my opinion, I mean seriously, once you get to a certain age, WHO has the energy for all that ish? I certainly don't, I got other ish to worry about.. but my point is this.. notice, each time, the easiest solution was just to break up and run away and not deal with the issue at hand. After a while of not dealing with the issue, you continue to add on to each layer.. placing a band aid on it every time and eventually what happens is.. no communication =no resolved issues=fail.. and then you're sitting there looking at each other like boo boo the fool wondering why it won't work..and the cycle continues.

I think the best answer to the question at hand.. are black families..or hell families in general equipped to succeed? I think so, if they utilize their mouths that God gave them and COMMUNICATE. Why run at the first sign of trouble? So what a mofo didn't make your plate, or glanced at a chick, or she glanced at a guy walking by, or she didn't buy your fav drink, or didn't call you within the allotted time or he poked someone on facebook..or she tweeted that rapper? Really.. are those petty arse arguments worth the drama? Maybe if you're in high school and college.. but grown arse adults should have other ish to worry about.. if you break up one damn time over petty ish.. then maybe you should stay broken up.. what's the point in going back and forth?

I think it's time we put on our grown folks drawz (leave the holey ones in the drawer or better yet toss them shyts out) and stop all this breaking up and making up.. hell.. wouldn't you rather just be in make up mode all the time.. you know what I mean.. the kissing n huggin n rubbin n ...well you get the point..

Tune into The Social Hour e'ry Tuesday 7-9p PST on Urban Soul Radio.. just head on over to www.thesocialhr.com to tune in!

So I pose the same question to you guys.. Break up to Make up: Does the black family have what it takes to stay together?

Stay Classy!
Meik