I was reading Mocha's post about how women tend not to be honest with each other when it comes to appearance and then linked to
this picture on
Archer's blog. This picture brought back a memory from way back when. There used to be this chic I who was once nick named Pirelli by my pals for obvious reasons, it didn't help that she used to have an attitude; so this really spurred on my pals. I recall once she was sitting somewhere with her boyfriend when the crew came over to her, said wsup and then one of the dudes asked, "What beer do you drink? I want to get a big gut like yours, si you hook me up?" Yes teens can be cruel. After that diss her boyfriend asked them to lay off her which they did, thank God. But this whole Pirelli memory got me to thinking. Since society has placed such rigid standards for women ie measurable. For a woman to be seen as hot, she actually has to be hot; attitude can only take you so far in most cases.
Is it me or are British folk always typecast as rude, obnoxious and terse whenever they are judges on American reality TV shows?
I have never understood women. Why is it when you are feeling a chic and try to hook up with her either circumstances don't work out or she just acts difficult? Just wait till you move on with your life, the chic pops up from out of the blue; telling me the way she has moved into a new apartment and she may need some company. If only I could lose my lofty principles and swoop in like some individuals who will remain anonymous.
After reading
this article in the Standard, I guess some of these stereotypes about some tribes performance in bed have some foundation after all.
There is this store that is a few blocks from where I live that reminds me of Kenya for the strangest reason. You see this supermarket is loved by mexicans, poor black and white folk as it is full of cheap name brands you have never heard of and will never see in any other store. So you can tell that it isnt the classiest store you'll go to. Anyway the inside of the store has this earthy, musty smell that is a mixture of the many diferent kinds of foods (both mexican and american) that remind me of those supermarkets in downtown Nairobi e.g Ukwala and co. Interesting thing is that my brother has been to that store and he said the exact same thing! I almost get the feeling at times if I close my eyes and step out and open them, I'll see hawkers selling fruit on the ground, touts touting for passengers and the odd shady character who'll stride beside me; open his jacket to show me a phone (most probably stolen) and say, "Msee, utabuy phone?" For some reason quite a few of those shady types used to think that buying a stolen phone was high on my list of priorities.
Oh and in case you were wondering, for some convoluted reason; the herculean load at work has been lifted but just for a short while. So enjoy the long post, another one may not come in sometime.
Ps: I am working on the Unflushable post.........
