With a blog like this, I feel that it is necessary for me to use language that I don't normally use within my blogs. If I don't, it won't come off as real or sincere in my opinion. My main objective with my blogs is to come off as real and concise as possible, while trying to give you quality opinions that are laced with factual content as well.
Throughout history, we as African-Americans developed an adept quality at turning what was meant to be negative into positive--or so we think in some cases. We have taken the word nigger and flipped it to nigga. When we use nigga among each other, it's like a term of endearment. "That's my nigga." Translation: That's my homeboy, or, we're cool. Essentially the same thing has been done with the word bitch.
In every dictionary that I searched, the word bitch is simply described as a female dog. I'm sure that all of you knew that, though. And just like the word nigger, or nigga, people don't take too kindly to anyone just calling them a bitch--especially women. And nor should they welcome it with open arms either.
It's 2012, and we suddenly have an over-abundance of "bad bitches" walking around in communities across America. How that term came about, and when it came about eludes me. Of course there is a criteria that makes you a bad bitch. I think the term is ridiculous myself. But apparently the women who refer to themselves and others as bad bitches think it's appropriate. To be fair, I blame rappers and rap culture for trying to emulate pimp culture within their music for this misuse of the word. A lot of rappers have been calling women bitches and ho's for years now. Many young men (and grown men) think it's okay to refer to women by those names. With that said; it's up to women to determine what they answer to and what they deem acceptable to be called.
There are apparently two categories of "bitches" in which they are classified. Just to let you know, I only care about one classification, and it doesn't contain the word bitch in it. Those two categories are: Basic bitches and bad bitches. Yes, ridiculous I know. I only care about real women.
Since this is "The Bad Bitch Mentality" blog, we're going to highlight her for a moment. There are certain things (according to bad bitches) that make you a bad bitch. I'll do my best to appropriately set them apart from the basic bitch. A bad bitch values these things highly: Money, clothes, hair and nails being done at all times, and her pussy. Yep, you heard me right--her pussy. A bad bitch will boast about the aforementioned on a daily basis. To her, this sets her apart from the basic bitch. A bad bitch will tell you how she rocks Louis Vuitton, Christian Louboutin (with the red bottoms), Gucci, and Gesuppies on a regular. She'll keep an appearance as if she's flawless at all times. She'll post pics of how much money she has on social networking sites with a caption like: "I only do what bad bitches do" or some other ridiculous statement. And a bad bitch will boast how no other woman has good pussy like her. She'll even brag about how your man (any random man) is thinking about her, and how you would never be able to fuck him like her. She'll say ridiculous things like: "No other bitch's pussy can stay wet like mine, or no other bitch can give head like me." I swear I can't make this up. I see it every day on these social networking sites. It doesn't stop there. A bad bitch will say things to her man like: "You have never, and will never fuck a bitch like me. Occaisionally the bad bitch will throw in how she takes care of her kids and that she doesn't need no nigga for shit. Blah blah BLAH! As far as I'm concerned, useless info. If you honestly think that within this world, no other woman can do the things that you do sexually, let me be the first to tell you that they're women that can do all those things and more!
Let me tell you something, Ms. Bad Bitches all over the world: There are plenty of bad bitches with great pussy getting cheated on right now. The nerve of you to believe that no other woman on earth can do what you can sexually is a bit far-fetched. I, and many mature men like myself can give two shits about you, and what your pussy can do! I'm so sincere when I say this. If these are the things that make you who you are, then I will gracefully decline. Bad bitches place "things" in high regard. Nothing really of substance. Don't get me wrong; having things and possessing the ability to get them is nice. We all like nice things. But there's wealth in so much more. If you base your worth on your money, your appearance, and your pussy; you are truly not worth having in my eyes.
Before anyone gets it twisted, I think it's wonderful and a blessing to provide your family and yourself with the things that your heart desires. As hard as we work, we should be able to enjoy the spoils of life as a result from our hard work. I know plenty of people with wonderful and lavish things, men and women alike. You just would never know it by their demeanor. Their objective is not to constantly remind you or to make sure you know that they have it
I would like to inform bad bitches of something else: Classy and real women possess and have the ability to do what you do on a regular basis as well. The difference between them and you is that they aren't boastful. They also don't value things as you do. Oh, they can get those name brand and designer things just as good as you! But that will not make or break them, and it certainly won't be an every day priority. And most importantly, she values her body. See how I came with that when referring to classy/real women? She doesn't boast about her sexual prowess, or ability to please her mate. The proof is in the pudding, and nobody knows that type of info but her mate or past relationship partners. Advertising is not her best asset. Classy women value imputing education into their children. Classy women yearn to further their relationship with God. Classy women work in their communities and value the prosperity of their communities. Classy women also love their men and taking care of their men--emotionally, mentally, and physically. Some of you bad bitches may value these things. If you do, I really can't tell from the image that you perpetrate.
A few weeks ago I had to explain to my mother how you can't bring every woman home to momma. My mom is the type that wants to meet every girl that you date. I told my mom how that is a no bueno! I think she understood, but then again, I know that my mom will always want to see every woman that her two sons are talking to. One thing that my mom will never have to worry about is me bringing home a bad bitch. Something about bringing home a bad female dog just doesn't sit well with me. I salute you classy women all over the world--keep it classy!
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Renewed Inspiration
I try to tie inspiration into everything that I write. In my mind, we need it more than anything during these current times--inspiration and love. I'm always looking for things and people to inspire me on a deeper level. I'm talking about inspiration that should be recycled. Not that inspiration of being able to buy the bar at the club, or having the ability to buy the newest car, or the latest and greatest iPhone or iPad. I'm talking about the inspiration that promotes better living, promotes change within ourselves to become greater individuals. Inspiration that inspires us to want to lead and inspire others to be greater. While writing and doing research for my book, I come across many inspiring figures.
My most recent inspiration is that of Chef Jeff Henderson. I've known about Chef Jeff for quite some time, being that I love to cook and studied different chefs during my years of culinary dreams. I just vaguely knew of his story, but knew that I wanted to highlight him in my book. A book in which I desperately want to leak the title of, but I won't until I get it copywritten. Anyway...Chef Jeff has a story that is not uncommon to many of us. But the difference between him and many of us is this: Once knocked down in life, he re-invented himself , changed his life and pursued his passion that he found while locked up in a federal penitentiary. And upon his release he pursued his passion with passion and vigor.
Let me give you a rundown of Chef Jeff's history: Jeff Henderson is an African-American male that went from earning over $35,000 weekly at age 21 to facing nineteen and a half years in prison at age 24. All from dealing crack on the streets of southern California. He ended up serving about a decade incarcerrated in various federal institutions during that bid. During this time he found his passion for food and cooking. He utilized his time locked up to change the deviant he had become slangin poison (crack cocaine) on the streets, to become a man of principle, a man of self worth, a man with a plan. It didn't happen overnight, though. In his book titled: Cooked; he admitted that years after being locked up is when he realized that he was rescued from the streets. Going from having tons of money, cars, clothes and women at your disposal. To prison issued clothing, monitored visits and a small cell can be humbling and de-humanizing. It takes incredible growth, maturity and soul-searching to view a nearly two decade prison sentence as you being rescued from the free world.
Chef Jeff not only became a chef, but he became the first African-American Chef de Cuisine at Caesars Palace. He also became the Executive Chef at Cafe Bellagio. He did all this without spending one day in Culinary School--no degree at all! I want you to wrap your brain around that. In this society when nothing is given--especially to a convicted felon who happens to be a black man. He learned how to use every resource that was available to him and simply took no for an answer. I'm sure that you can only imagine how many times he was told no when looking for work in the business of fine dining. A business that already has almost no black chefs at all. Chef Jeff used what he would call his Ph.D in game to export knowledge from many that he came across in the business, and in prison.
Just like I always tell many people that I come across; you can basically learn anything that you want to. How? All you need to know how to do is read. Knowledge is in the books--in which there are millions of. It has always been said that if you want to keep something from blacks, put it in books. Historically it is said that we (blacks) do not like to read. Chef Jeff immersed himself in all kinds of books to re-invent himself, and also to aid in learning his trade in which he would become an award winning chef.
Chef Jeff's story truly inspires me. Not just because of my love for cooking. His story is about redeeming, focus, determination, charity, faith, progression, and taking chances. Things that we all can relate to in the game of life. We all have been knocked down at some point in life. And not to be the bearer of bad news; most of us will be knocked down again in the future. The will to get back up and fight again is imperative to success. His story transcends becoming a chef. What I took from his story is that in life the only thing that can truly stop us is us! Rapper Big K.R.I.T. has a song called Boobie Miles. And in that song he says, "you got to play it to the end, the only difference between a winner and a loser is a winner plays until he wins." We have to play the game (life) until we win. All successful people has lost at some point. Donald Trump and Rupert Murdoch have filed bankruptcy many times. They've also had business deals go south and fail miserably. Today they are billionaires. They played the game until they won--and they continue to play the game. It never stops!
Thank you Chef Jeff for sharing your inspiring story with the world. You proved to the masses that anyone can redeem one's self. All you need is a chance. And if no one wants to give you that chance--it's okay, create your own path to that chance. I will share this story with all my fellow black men. I will share it with them because I know a lot of brothers that have that "the white man ain't gonna give a brother like me nothing" attitude. This is true. No one will give you anything--including your fellow black man. So lets eliminate that whole way of thinking from our existence. It has been a known fact for years now. With that being said--my inspiration is renewed. I hope that yours has shifted just a little bit.
My most recent inspiration is that of Chef Jeff Henderson. I've known about Chef Jeff for quite some time, being that I love to cook and studied different chefs during my years of culinary dreams. I just vaguely knew of his story, but knew that I wanted to highlight him in my book. A book in which I desperately want to leak the title of, but I won't until I get it copywritten. Anyway...Chef Jeff has a story that is not uncommon to many of us. But the difference between him and many of us is this: Once knocked down in life, he re-invented himself , changed his life and pursued his passion that he found while locked up in a federal penitentiary. And upon his release he pursued his passion with passion and vigor.
Let me give you a rundown of Chef Jeff's history: Jeff Henderson is an African-American male that went from earning over $35,000 weekly at age 21 to facing nineteen and a half years in prison at age 24. All from dealing crack on the streets of southern California. He ended up serving about a decade incarcerrated in various federal institutions during that bid. During this time he found his passion for food and cooking. He utilized his time locked up to change the deviant he had become slangin poison (crack cocaine) on the streets, to become a man of principle, a man of self worth, a man with a plan. It didn't happen overnight, though. In his book titled: Cooked; he admitted that years after being locked up is when he realized that he was rescued from the streets. Going from having tons of money, cars, clothes and women at your disposal. To prison issued clothing, monitored visits and a small cell can be humbling and de-humanizing. It takes incredible growth, maturity and soul-searching to view a nearly two decade prison sentence as you being rescued from the free world.
Chef Jeff not only became a chef, but he became the first African-American Chef de Cuisine at Caesars Palace. He also became the Executive Chef at Cafe Bellagio. He did all this without spending one day in Culinary School--no degree at all! I want you to wrap your brain around that. In this society when nothing is given--especially to a convicted felon who happens to be a black man. He learned how to use every resource that was available to him and simply took no for an answer. I'm sure that you can only imagine how many times he was told no when looking for work in the business of fine dining. A business that already has almost no black chefs at all. Chef Jeff used what he would call his Ph.D in game to export knowledge from many that he came across in the business, and in prison.
Just like I always tell many people that I come across; you can basically learn anything that you want to. How? All you need to know how to do is read. Knowledge is in the books--in which there are millions of. It has always been said that if you want to keep something from blacks, put it in books. Historically it is said that we (blacks) do not like to read. Chef Jeff immersed himself in all kinds of books to re-invent himself, and also to aid in learning his trade in which he would become an award winning chef.
Chef Jeff's story truly inspires me. Not just because of my love for cooking. His story is about redeeming, focus, determination, charity, faith, progression, and taking chances. Things that we all can relate to in the game of life. We all have been knocked down at some point in life. And not to be the bearer of bad news; most of us will be knocked down again in the future. The will to get back up and fight again is imperative to success. His story transcends becoming a chef. What I took from his story is that in life the only thing that can truly stop us is us! Rapper Big K.R.I.T. has a song called Boobie Miles. And in that song he says, "you got to play it to the end, the only difference between a winner and a loser is a winner plays until he wins." We have to play the game (life) until we win. All successful people has lost at some point. Donald Trump and Rupert Murdoch have filed bankruptcy many times. They've also had business deals go south and fail miserably. Today they are billionaires. They played the game until they won--and they continue to play the game. It never stops!
Thank you Chef Jeff for sharing your inspiring story with the world. You proved to the masses that anyone can redeem one's self. All you need is a chance. And if no one wants to give you that chance--it's okay, create your own path to that chance. I will share this story with all my fellow black men. I will share it with them because I know a lot of brothers that have that "the white man ain't gonna give a brother like me nothing" attitude. This is true. No one will give you anything--including your fellow black man. So lets eliminate that whole way of thinking from our existence. It has been a known fact for years now. With that being said--my inspiration is renewed. I hope that yours has shifted just a little bit.
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