Show some mofo'n RESPECT

What's happening Mofoville..

I am sick and tired and fed up.




Then I turned the TV on and heard this quote:

"Real men treat women with the dignity and respect they deserve" -Prince Harry.

But let's backtrack a bit shall we?

Why are you fed up Meik?

I'm so glad you asked.

WHEN fo gawd on this green earth did it become okay to approach women in such a manner that has happened to me most recently. Sadly, it's been more often than not, from mofos that I know.

"Can we do it?"

Umm... do what and are we 12 years old whispering about what a peen and twat do or....? Say wtf it is you mean!

"I've been thinking about working you out"

I can work out on my dayum own.. what can you possibly offer besides that? Again..say WTF you mean.

"I just want to make you squirt"..

*blink blink blink* Mama if you reading this..... I don't even know what that means!

The list goes on and on.. but my question is this.. What makes it okay for these men to address ME like this? Am I wearing a "Try me as the jump off/ side piece/ rent-a-hoe for the night" invisible advertisement on my forehead? Or is it because I have been blessed with big tittays that mofos ASSume that I'm a dumb bunny that wants to just have sex and that is it?


GAWD ALL I WANT IS A LIL RESPECT.. TELL EM AUNTIE 'RETHA





Anyhoo..whatever the case is..lemme inform you now.. I have a lot more to offer than what is in the cookie jar. Truth be told..the bakery is actually closed until a mofo can prove to be about something other than what's in his pants and what he can do with it. Hell, when you get to be over 30 (and I'm not admitting that I am but I'm just saying..) shouldn't you be looking for more than a hunch session and a snack? Don't diseases n ish scare you? Don't you wanna find something meaningful with one person and build? Granted, maybe that's not where you are in life and you're doomed for friends with benefits prison but hey.. do you!

One thing I will never understand is how men target which chick they are gonna try this mess with and which ones they will actually put forth an effort to get to know. There have been several instances where I can be with a group of friends, and every mofo'n time, I'm the one that gets the sexual advances, while they get asked out on dates to be wined and dined. Maybe it's me? Maybe it's ...eh hell who knows. I guess I'll never know, but I do know I'm tired of being approached, talked to, and disrespected like this. I don't give a dayum if it's the challenge or whatever, but I'm at an age where I'm looking to settle down, and not be someone's jumpoff for the rest of my life. One thing my beloved grandma always told me whenever we discussed my lack of a dating life, "men these days are just out here looking for what they can get from you, they aren't looking to settle down and build anything." Grandma.. I do believe you are right.

Her advice: "You are better off being by yourself if that's the type of men that keep coming around."

I can't help but agree. Besides, real men treat women with the respect and dignity they deserve, so where's my respect and dignity outchea in these streets? What have I done to make it so easy for these men to talk to me out the side of their necks like this? One thing is for sure, I will not accept and will not tolerate the propositions and childish manner that men these days have resorted to speaking to women..or me for that matter. If that means I stay single..so be it, at least I'll have my respect and dignity and will be able to look at myself in the mirror in the morning. (and yes I know this goes both ways with the respect thing but this is MY dayum blog after all.)

Lesson Learned: Stay on the look out for a REAL MAN..and nuk if you buck a mofo in his mouth the next time he says some sideways ish. That is all.

Anyone else have this issue?

Until Later..
Meik..

A Mofo'n Soul-less Food Festival

Nothing like some MOFO'N ratchet ish to kick off the start of the summer right?



Granted, I haven't been in a blogging type of mood lately, but I really appreciate everyone's condolences about the loss of my best friend, my ride or die chick, my grandma. Thank you from the bottom of my broken heart. Now, that I've gotten those formalities out of the way, let's continue on this journey of summertime ratchetness shall we?

What happened Meik?

I'm oh so glad you asked.

The 4th Annual Soul Food Festival.

What's that you ask?

A Hot. Arse. Ratchet. Mess.

So over a month ago, I contacted the festival via their website to see about covering the event and grabbing some interviews.. I wanted to chat with Morris Day and even ask Jerome why he's ok with ..well.. nevermind.. but Angela Winbush and her amazing story of bouncing back from a health scare, and Lakeside..ooooh weee, and well obviously you see this was an old school concert.. mmmk.

So the folks over at the festival responded with a phone call, which I thought was pretty nice, and said I could cover the event and they would provide media passes for me +1. So I love to multi-task so I'm thinking I can cover this event for an article that I pitched, and I can shoot some interviews to put on my resume reel. Great idea huh?

Well...in my professional nature, I always follow up the day before and even the day of the "interview" to confirm we are still good to go. So this was no different, I contacted the guy that I spoke to, he said we are good to go, your passes will be at the front gate, but just call me when you get here and I will make sure everything is taken care of.

Saturday rolls around, I get to the event, call dude.. calls go to voice-mail. This has to be a fluke right? Lemme try again.. ring.. straight to voice-mail again...and again... hmm.. so I decide let me just go to the front gate.

Ticket folks say go to the gate, ask them.. the folks at the gate says naw no media passes here.. just go on in and talk to the lady in the hat, I talk to her, she says no talk to the promoter .. so I ask the promoter about the passes..and he says.. "I don't know why that dude told you that there would be media passes, he doesn't work for me. You can go on in tho, but I can't give you a media pass."

Blink.
Blink.
Blink.

So WHO is answering emails sent via the website and responding to the ish then?!!!

*crickets*

So at this point.. I am LIVID. But I'm trying not to act a donkey like my deddy would and remain professional so I just figure I'll go ahead and still be able to do a review of the show.

Great idea huh?

Wellllllp.. not so much..considering the layout of this festival.... it's in a big arse PARKING LOT. NOT a PARK.. A PARKING LOT. Concrete.. asphalt... and lawn chairs.

*blink blink blink*

There goes the idea of anyone trying to be romanticaLs and have a blanket to sit in the grass and snuggle n ish.. (then again, this is Charlotte and that idea probably didn't occur to anybody so moving on...)

The stage is all the way at the front of the lot, so if you got there early, then you could possibly see the stage.. (that would prob be the first 100 people) and after that.. well, you pretty much just bought a ticket to stare at the back of someone's lawn chair and people watch while LISTENING to good music, cuz you couldn't see a damn thing. No jumbo screens..no nada.. and since it was a soul food festival.. I'm sure you want to know about the food.. well hell..me too. LOL. They had a handful (less than 10) vendors selling food and drinks and thousands of people that were hungry and thirsty. I know folks waited in line for almost 2 hours to get food, and the ish made them sick.. waste of time and money!

I heard folks saying last year the stage was in the center of the event so it was easier to see, so who moved it and why this year?! People were also grumbling about having to pay $35 for nothing (hell, can you blame them?!)

And you already know these mofos didn't start on time. I got bored watching the back of the chairs and staring at the sky and people watching so I left early..but let me run down the sights that I did see..

Fingerwaves galore. WhomEVER keeps doing this to women's heads in 2013 ..PLEASE STOP. Thank yew.

A man had the audacity to hurt my feelings and everyone there by wearing a red snake skin shirt that KILT my very soul..


Then you had gold teeF, grills, missing teeF.. it was like a dental work be damned convention.

Women walking around in shoes that they clearly didn't practice in after they bought them, and they probably didn't count on having to walk on asphalt, they was probably hoping for patches of grass to chill on.. welllp..

Lots of mandals (that's man-sandals), ashy feet, and linen suits...weed and newports.. ahhhhh just enough to make you wanna divorce black folks.

Let's not forget the parking situation.. pay $5 to park, and ooops.. no more parking spaces.. WTF?!

Needless to say, this is an event that I will NEVER go back to just because it wasn't organized very well.. I hate that these awesome old school acts even were associated with such a poorly planned event. So my recommendation.. skip the Soul Food Festival if it comes to your city unless the promoters there just happen to have some sense and want folks to come back next year. As for Meik Meik.. she wont' be attending not a nar nother one in Charlotte, NC.

Lesson Learned: aww hell.. I ain't got one..except.. arrive early.. and well I don't know if that would have even helped. Charlotte, you failed on this one. The bright side of this entire long weekend was seeing Jon B. and SWV at Speed Street-kudos to the NASCAR folks for giving us a great show and making it accessible and easy for everyone to see the stage no matter where you were, or you could look at the NASCAR HALL OF FAME Building and see a jumbo screen...hmmmph.. a grand idea! Look at God.

Y'all stay classy..

-Meik

Mofos and Mourning Don't Mix

What's up Mofoville?!

Thank you to all those that expressed condolences and prayers regarding the loss of my beloved grandmother. I appreciate it so much.

HOWEVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.....



This brings me to the point of this blog. While I appreciate the heartfelt condolences, thoughts and prayers, sometimes, those good intentions come off a lil well... WRONG. I'm not pointing fingers, and hell, I'm probably guilty of some of the same ish, but losing my grandmother has made me a little bit more sensitive to some ish.

What you mean Meik?

I'm oh so glad you asked, because I'm bout to tell you right nah.

Here is my list of things NOT to say to someone that is grieving the loss of someone..ESPECIALLY when it's someone that they were close to.

1. How are you? Are you ok?
- My answer: WTF do you think? I JUST lost someone extremely close to me that I talked to almost every day that helped raise me.. don't worry I'll wait until you figure it out.

2. Dang, it's been two weeks, when are you going to get over it?
- Listen, my entire world has been shaken up.. I have to figure out how to LIVE and FUNCTION without my grandma in my life. I shall NEVER get over it.

3. I'm having a bad day.
- Oh yeah? Well guess what...at least you're alive and breathing. I personally have never known a BAD day until 4/19/2013 when my entire world changed. What I thought was a bad day was nothing compared to this.

4. When are you going to get back to normal?
- *blink* I'm not even about to justify this one.

5. Oh, you've been off work for awhile, how was your vacation?
-hmmm.. the schedule reflects BEREAVEMENT yet you think I was on VACATION. Well, if you think burying a loved one is a vacation then well.. Satan must dwell inside thee.

6. You should just get out of the house and party and you'll forget everything!
-I'm sorry, I personally don't feel like partying. I do well enough to get up out of the bed, shower, and put on matching clothes to get myself to work .. damn a partying..

7. You should drink.
-Now.. this one.. can be good advice, but it can also be a slippery invitation to hell.. once you crack that seal and start, you just might not stop, so no thanks, I fear I'll become an alcoholic if I start trying to drown my sorrows at the bottom of a liquor bottle.

8. Hopefully you will see her soon.
-Well, as nice as that sounds, I ain't looking to cross over anytime soon.

9. Let me know if I can do anything.
-Again a nice gesture, but really, WHAT can you do? Unless you have turned into God and can bring my grandma back, all you can really do is pray for me and my family to heal and get through this storm.

10. Let me burden you with ALL the issues in my life and forget that you are going thru something.
-As much as I never mind being a listening ear, or a shoulder to cry on..NOW ain't the time.. The song "Lean on Me" comes to mind, I can't have folks leaning on me, because I can barely stand up myself. For once, it'd be nice to have someone around that I can lean on without it turning into well listen to my problems and help me solve them and forget that you just lost an influential person in your life.

And the bonus one.. It will get easier in time.

*blink* For who? I don't think it ever gets "EASIER".. the pain may lessen over time, but it probably won't get EASIER, but again, for some people, maybe it does, but it's funny some of the folks that have lost close loved ones have told me that is a lie LOL.. they say it doesn't get easier, the pain just becomes tolerable.


Now, those are just some of the things I had to get off my chest as big as it is, there is plenty more where that came from, but I'm tired of typing.

For those that still don't get it.. mourning and grieving for a loved one doesn't stop when YOU think it should- it's different for everyone. Again, I appreciate all of the concern and like I said, I'm probably guilty of saying some of these same things to folks and not thinking about it at the time just how it sounded. I also understand that people may not know what to say to someone grieving. I have found that I burst out into tears over a simple , Hey, how are you? instead of someone just talking to me like normal without highlighting the fact that I am grieving...shoot but the emotional roller coaster that I am on .. the next minute I may just want to talk about what's bothering me. Sometimes, a simple hug, or pat on the shoulder is all you have to do, no words needed. Sometimes, a simple, "I'm sorry for your loss," is all you have to say. I'm sure some folks are gonna be rubbed the wrong way from this blog..but take a moment and ask yourself.. Does Meik give a damn right now? .......................

Still grieving...
Meik

Lessons learned from my grandmother

One of the toughest writing assignments that I have ever had to do was to write something to read at my grandmother's funeral. She passed away on April 19th. So with the help of my sister, and 4 cousins, I managed to pull it off.



However, I wasn't sure how it would be received, because ya'll know me, it has to have a smidgeon of humor in it. Anyway, after the funeral, people were coming up to me requesting copies of what I wrote/read at the fune and I thought, wow, I guess it was received fairly well. I was also asked if I would post it here for others to read, and after much thought and a come to Jesus meeting with myself, I decided to post it here. I just pray that my grandmother liked it (which means I don't care if y'all don't like it since it was for HER and not you. mmmk.)

Also, before I get into it.. Thank you again for all of your condolences. I truly appreciate it more than you know. HOWEVERRRRR- the worst questions to ask someone grieving: How are you? Are you okay? Are you feeling better? WTF DO U THINK IS THE ANSWER?! This will be a blog in the making.. for when I can really dig into some ish.. but for now.. Here's the piece I read at the fune. RIP Grandma Sue. I love and miss you so much.

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Lessons we learned from our grandmother (4/24/2013)

When I decided to write something to say during the funeral, I just kept staring at a blank piece of paper with tear drops on it. A coworker reminded me about a song her father once wrote, in the song it says when the days and months turn into years, your memories will still bring tears, and there is only a tear drop between when your loved one was there making you smile, laugh, and sometimes cry. The love is the same. The memories are the same. There is only a tear drop separating us.

Our Grandma Sue wasn’t just a grandmother, she was our role model, advice giver, and a teacher of sorts. So my cousins, sister and I have compiled a list of the lessons that she taught us all.

1. Work hard at everything you do, and it will pay off

2. Education is important, so always do your best in school.

3. Young ladies (as in those who share her bloodline) don't wear pants to church, you should always wear a dress/skirt and look lady like (good thing I didn’t tell her that I stay in a pair of pants)


4. Stand tall, pull up your pants, comb your hair, because when you are looking like you’re best, you will be your best.


5. No matter how hard life seems at times, don’t give up because brighter days are coming. Tough times don’t last, but tough people do.


6. Never be afraid to speak your mind, never wonder what if, when you can say well why not?

7. She taught the power of being positive. She always used to say if you just put it out of your mind, and think positive, then you’ll forget what’s bothering you and move past it.

8. Watch All my Children and General Hospital -Adam Chandler and Sonny are a mess.

9. How to share, because those biscuits and the pound cake were so delicious you didn’t want to have to give anyone a piece, but she made enough for everyone so you didn’t have a choice but to share.

10. Always wear clean underwear and be dressed like you have some sense out in public, you never know what could happen.

11. A switch doesn’t discriminate.. You act up, you can be dealt with

12. Assume everyone is crazy unless they prove otherwise, after all, you can’t even go to Wal-mart by yourself these days- watch the news (um grandma, I work in the news)

13. Stand up for yourself, don’t let anyone run over you, I can’t tell you the amount of times she tried to step in and handle stuff for us, by saying “You tell them I SAID..”

14. Grandma was also a detective, she would not let it rest until she figured out where I went wrong with my angel food cupcakes that evaporated in the oven, her conclusion weeks later---user error.

We want grandma Sue to know even though she thought we probably weren’t listening, we heard every thing she said and every lesson she taught we have applied to our lives. We thank her for loving us and guiding us. We love her and will miss her dearly, and everything she taught us lives on. Also, Granddaddy you must adjust your schedule and get up on your gossip game because now you will be receiving lots of phone calls when I’m wandering around Target or in Starbucks.


RIP Grandma Sue

Until I see you again..
Meik..



P.S. In case you're wondering..I swiped that flower from the floral arrangements sent to the family because it reminded me of my grandma, vibrant and bold, strong, and uplifting.

It's so hard to say goodbye

If you follow me on Twitter, then you already know..the worst possible thing I could ever imagine happened.. my grandmother passed away on 4/19.

If you've followed my blogs, then you already know she was an instrumental part of my life. She was more than my grandmother, she was my best friend, role model, teacher, and hype woman. So I wanted to just do a blog like letter to her so bear with me.




Dear Grandma Sue,

It seems just like yesterday that I was begging you to let me taste your cup of coffee and you instead compromised and let me drink my hot chocolate out of a coffee mug. It seems like yesterday that you would do my hair while I sat in that little yellow chair and screamed for anyone to help me cuz I hated getting my hair combed. I remember dragging all of the books off the bookshelf wanting you to read to me, and when you were too busy I'd just sit in that little yellow chair and attempt to read it myself. I remember all of the trips we took to visit my aunt at Gardner Webb and how I would tell you that I'm going to college one day. I recall dragging every last barbie doll I owned to your house so the neighbor could come over to play (if you only knew how I plotted and planned just to be able to come to spend the night at your house you would laugh), I also recall you introducing me to Sunday School. Oh how I loved learning about the Bible and feeling so proud of my deaconess grandmother and deacon grandfather. I recall how you would always stick up for me when my aunt would torture me with her evil ways. Yet you would just shake your head and laugh at me, everyday at 3pm I'd be right there in the door waiting on my aunt to get off the bus to come and play, knowing she was just going to be mean and tell me to get on somewhere. You let me learn on my own instead of babying me. It only took 50 tries of the same thing day after day before I understood..she did not want to be bothered with a 5 year old lol.

I remember showing you everything I learned at cheerleading practice and you would say good job. When I was sick, you were there to heal me, when I was playing sick, you just went along with it and pretended to heal me. I loved our grocery store trips, and the many trips to Mills River to visit other family. I loved watching All My Children, One Life to Live, and General Hospital with you, so much I ended up scheduling my college courses around them (shhhh I don't think you knew that part.)

Grandma you were there for many pivotal moments in my life, such as graduating from high school, graduating from college, getting my masters degree and when I got baptised just to name a few. You were there to help me pick up the pieces of my heart after a few failed relationships. You showed me what it means to be a strong God fearing woman that doesn't take any mess from anyone. Every single birthday, without fail, you always remembered to send a birthday card, with $5 in it, I looked forward to those cards every year.
You even became my ride or die chick.. my hype man, telling me what I need to tell folks that were messing with me at work or wherever, and I loved hearing you say, "You tell them I SAID..you ain't doing it!" -Lawd how many times I probably could have been fired over that line alone LOL..

Over the years, we became closer, and talking on the phone at least once a week. The past few weeks, the frequency was more like 3-4 times a week. I looked forward to our chats, even if we had nothing to talk about, we would still manage to talk for at least an hour. I'd call you while I'd wander around Target and hear you laugh everytime I ended up at Starbucks ordering a frappuccino, or even just going on my morning walks I'd call you so it was just like you were walking with me for that 2 miles.

The advice you gave me was priceless, from the don't get your hair done when you're sick lecture, to the you need to wear an undershirt between October and May convo, to even the try to put your mind off of the bad things and think of good things only reminder. I will never forget any of it.

I'm so glad that I got to see you a week before you passed away, and hug you and let you know that I'm here as you were experiencing health issues. I'm so glad that every day that you were in the hospital I let you know that I loved you with all of my heart. I just wasn't expecting you to leave so soon, especially since I was coming to see you the next day, but when I got the call that you were gone, my entire world just shattered.. in one quick moment. Right now, I don't possibly see how this hurt can ever go away, and I wish you were still here waiting on my phone call so we can catch up on church gossip, talk about recipes, and discuss Michelle Obama's latest outfit. I wish I could hear your voice one more time. I'll always remember you telling me last month that you were proud of me. That made me feel like I wasn't the complete failure I thought I was professionally and in my personal life. I'm so glad that I was able to really make you proud of me and didn't make quite the mess of my life that I thought I did. I promise I won't be a "spinster" forever like you used to say and I will not become a golden girl living with my sister in a house in Florida with tons of cats lol. I'll remember that you told me it's okay to be picky because these men these days don't want anything but for someone to do everything for them. AMEN GRANDMA AMEN. I just pray that I can find someone like my grandfather and have a long healthy marriage like the two of you had, but I have to find someone I want to be bothered with for 62 minutes, let alone 62 years. :)

Anyway, I'm starting to ramble, sniffin and snotting and can hear you telling me to stop all this crying. Heaven has a new angel and I know you are reunited with your mom, and dad and siblings now. I believe that you are my guardian angel now and I'm sure you'll be in my ear as you always were, telling me what to do, how to do it, and when to do it. I refuse to say goodbye, so instead I'll just talk to you later, like I always told you on the phone.


I love you grandma and will remember everything you taught me, after all you raised me to be the person that I am today, smart mouth, sarcasm and all :)

Love Always,
Your Shameika

Misinformed Mofo

Have you ever been just hanging out with someone ...and in the blink of an eye you're in a relationship and someone forgot to inform you?

Just me?




What happened Meik?

I'm ohhhhh so glad you asked!

Once upon a time, a couple years ago I met this guy at a mutual friend's cookout. (Yeah this never happens to me any other time, so I was actually excited that an attractive guy was actually talking to me and actually had some sense and could string intelligent sentences together AND lo and behold he had a sense of humor!).. but anyhoo.. we hit it off and exchanged numbers.

And because I'm always the chick that seems to meet the guys that have just gotten out of a relationship and are still woe is me-ing and talking about bishes ain't ish.. this time wasn't much different. He informs me that he and his girlfriend of 2 years broke up a few weeks prior to us meeting because he felt like she was cheating, but it's cool, he's over it, and has no plans in getting back with her because he can't trust her.

Blink. mmk bruh.. mmmmmmmmmmk.

Anyhoo, we start hanging out, going out for drinks here and there, texting, talking on the phone, but there's never a "we're dating vibe" going on, at least not to my lil ole knowledge.

Fast forward to the one night he offers to pick me up instead of us meeting at our usual drinking spot .. ummmm ok whatevs.. he's opening doors, being all nice n ish..and I'm like ok wtf is going on. So after we hang out, he drops me off..comes in the house to just chill for a minute. We are sitting on my couch, and I'm rambling on and on about something and next thing I know his lips are on my lips..and... lawd..


What is goings on?!!!! *opens one eye* I mean he fine.. and single..and WAYMENT..NO.. I can't.. he ain't over his ex and well... lemme kiss him one more time before I throw his arse outta here..

So I push him away.. WTF was that? (mind you, I'm still thinking we just homegirl and homeboy hanging out cuz that's the usual way ish goes in my life..there's never a "ooooooh I like you, let's actually work towards something" moment everrrrr..) anyway.. He says sorry, I just wanted to kiss you, but I'll leave.

mmmk. bye negro.

The weeks go by, and we're still hanging out every now and again..not that often, but another cookout comes up.. and lo and behold we are both in attendance. (Side note..Damn I miss those house party -cookouts..but no.. ole mofo just had to move away) Anyhoo.. He asks me to follow him into the bathroom.

ninja.

What?

Ok, I'm intrigued, so you know I went.

Ummmmmmm why are we in this bathroom together? I'm not finna hunch you in someone's else's bathroom during a party, my name is not Brandi from Real Housewives of Beverly Hills n ish.

He just stands there, lowers his head and says, I need to tell you something.

Blink Blink Blink.. well.. with all the dramatic pauses and actions he got goings on you'd think he was about to tell me he is pregnant or some ish. WHAT NINJA WHAT?

"I think it's best if we break up, I think that I'm going to get back with my ex girlfriend .. it's just complicated.."

Do what now?

Did he just....Was I..... wayment. We were in a relationship?! Where the hell was I when this went down?! FURTHERMORE How he gonna break up with me at a cookout in a bathroom and how am I supposed to react?!

Breathe Meik Meik and think.......

So... I say quietly: Break up? What?

He says, "Well, I got the feeling you were seeing other people, so I guess it's just best we just be friends." Then.. THENNNNNNNN the ninja leans over and kisses me, and waits for me to cry, kick and scream. All I can do is blank stare and repeat.. we breaking up? I was dating other people? Breaking up?! I have other people to date? Well holy hell. That's a first. Meik Meik has other people to date. WAYMENT.. when was I even dating this mofo?!

Then the gut punch kicker is when he says ... "Oh, and she's here at the party, so I just wanted to let you know so you don't come up to me saying something or trying to kiss me"

WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Blink Blink Blink Blink *Blanket Jackson Blank Stare*

Now, if you know me, you already know I'm 1. Too shy to be rolling up on someone like that 2. Not about to be doing all kinds of PDA with someone I'm not dating when there are other eligible men in sight.. and well hell.. did he really just break up with me in a bathroom?!

I just walked out of the bathroom...turned the corner and fell into a sniggle fit. Mofo just dumped Meik Meik! Anyhoo I didn't speak to him again until I ran into at another event a year later and he informed me that they are still together but he is willing to try to work it out with me. Sir. WORK WHAT OUT? BYE.

It's funny whenever I see him out and about now ..I just duck and dodge, my nerves can't take anymore of his ignate ish and I ain't tryin to get beat up.


Lesson Learned: It's always the cute ones that have some ish. Seriously, the lesson I learned is be up front and honest and COMMUNICATE so both parties are on the same page. I'm still taken aback that I had a boyfriend and didn't even know it. I feel slighted. I have a request, the next mofo to break up with me.. can you puleeze do it in a private setting..without your boo thang in the next room? Thank yewww..

Until Later..
Meik

Mofo'n Musical Notes

Hello Mofoville!

Every once in a while you know I welcome a guest blogger.. well this particular post is from a familiar face...

Who Meik?

I'm so glad you asked! Stroll with me down memory lane back to the 90's.. remember the songs "So Alone" and "Use Me" just to name a few?

Yep.. no other than Men at Large *squeals* Sooooooo without further ado (don't I sound all professional n ish?) ...here is this week's guest blogger: Dave Tolliver! *insert applause*

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Where is the Love??

I don’t even know how to start, I have so much that I want to say, I need to say! I have been in or around the entertainment biz for over 30 years of my life and cram to understand wtf is going on!

The music biz used to be an elite membership and you had to have certain assets or abilities that set you apart from normal humans. Like being in high school and seeing those guys in their letter-men jackets, you knew they were special and in most cases more talented than everybody else.

(( those were the days when you earned a letter from putting in work, *sigh* I never got a jacket to throw my letter on tho..or wait.. this ain't about me.. carry on Dave))


Thanks Meik.. as I was saying..that’s how music was only those with pure talent got record deals now they let anybody get on, what kind of shit is that?!! I can admit I don’t have any horror stories of what it took to get on, but damn I worked hard at perfecting my craft, my show, and my whole package. Now it seems as if you can do anything sound like anything and the world eats it up.

((*raises hand..Would now be a good time to run down the list of folks that have no talent or nah?))


WTF is wrong with the people why are we depriving ourselves of an ultimate orgasm for a quickie! Music today is like you expecting somebody to put in work and they come up short all the way around. Music during my era and beforehand was like a 2hr love fest sweating, tracks out , head board broke, funky smell in the air, sheets soaking wet , damn I need to smoke a cigarette and I don’t even smoke smash session.

((I swear just that paragraph alone just gave me ever lasting LIFE! TELL EM DAVE! *takes a slow drag off a cig *cough cough*))


With all this love for synthetic talent it is becoming increasingly hard to maintain financially. Promoters are opting to book the younger rap acts, radio won’t even play us, and our demos don’t want to go to some club where the week before some young dude got shot! Where is the thinking of the record execs, the artists that are on top of the game now, do they feel any responsibility consciously to the music they are releasing today, here’s an example:

"I Love My Bitches" "Bandz To Make Her Dance" "I Only Came For The Bitchez and The Drinks!"

((well.. this is the era of ratchet..and folks accept it..and well... ratchet is in..unfortunately *turns up 2 Chainz*))


ANYWAY.. Get my drift most of these artists today especially the so called singers suck.
There are only a hand full of rappers that can rhyme for real. You know I’m right these new artists blow balls. If they would just take the time to practice, research their predecessors and really write about things that mean something. Stop trying to sound like the next so n so, work on being the next you! Make music for the soul songs that will have meaning to us 30 years down the line and so forth. I mean I could talk about this all day but I’m pretty sure Shameika would want me to cut it short.

((Oh no..I'm enjoying this rant..continue Dave.. don't let me interrupt you))


So yeah I know you hear this all the time but I don’t care I’m a starving music legend who is in need of a culture change in the biz. Yes you say I’m bitter f*** yeah, I work hard to maintain what I have and am sick and tired of these new jacks getting a pass for doing nothing see me if you got beef!

((uh oh. blink..blink..blink.. I'm nervous...puts index finger up and tip toes out of this blog post..))


Record execs, radio stations, promoters I’M BEGGING YOU ALL TO RECONSIDER YOUR POSITIONS, help us save the urban side of music because everybody else is winning. We need for our people to be loyal and recognize the real us older artists possess, better shows, more for your buck, better talent in other words the difference between a pure leather couch and a bs vinyl leather looking couch you get from Value City Furniture.

((I JUST SCREAMED LMAOOOOOOOO))


Dave Tolliver ½ of greatest rnb duo of all time Men at Large!
@davetolliver twitter/instagram
www.blaqpavi.com

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So...what do you guys think about the music industry today?



~Until Later..
Meik