What This Blog is Not Blog: Part I

  • August 25, 2013

We have come to the inevitable point in our relationship where we have to define what it is that we’re doing here.  It’s time to answer the critical question, “What are we?” And, like in so many instances, when you don’t know what you ARE, you can at least articulate what you are NOT.

PART I

Here goes…

This blog is not a political commentary blog.

I very often have commentary about current events and political developments as I have yet to break the habit of reading 12 different newspapers and political blogs every morning. But don’t expect any high brow political commentary or legal analysis from me. I am much more likely to discuss the impact of the Zimmerman verdict on George’s Zimmerman’s wife’s ability to shop at Costco or the likely uptick in the number of “magical negro” roles that Hollywood creates for black actors following Antoinette Tuff’s “ugly cry”-inspiring display of heroism because that’s what I find interesting.

 

This blog is not a self-help or daily devotional blog.

I will not be using this space to offer you a “Thought for the Day,” “Word of the Week,” “Motivation for the Month,” or any other type of self-help preachiness. Nothing makes my eyes roll further back in my head than folks volunteering unsolicited life advice.

I don’t know what you ought to be doing with your life. I can only tell you what I know about what I’m doing, and I’m essentially a cautionary tale.

I drove around with the check engine light on in my dashboard for 2 years until it finally wore itself out, gave up, and turned off on its own. I figured, like a cold, whatever the problem was just needed to run its course.

I own a headboard and bed frame for the first time in 7 years.  For years, I’ve lived like a 19-year-old boy.

I clogged the toilet at my ex-boyfriend’s mother’s funeral and had to raise the church finger1 during the repast while I went to locate help.

So, on the off chance that you can wring this wet dishrag out and capture some pearls of wisdom: Congratulations!

…It was an accident.


  1. Raising one’s church finger refers to the Southern tradition of raising of one’s index finger when excusing oneself for walking during a religious ceremony. 

3 Comments on "What This Blog is Not Blog: Part I"

  • Angela says

    “I clogged the toilet at my ex-boyfriend’s mother’s funeral and had to raise the church finger1 during the repast while I went to locate help.”

    *real tears*

  • Amy says

    I am laughing at an extremely audible level in a public library.
    Ultimate Kila, run it’s course. Can.not.stop.laughing.

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