Friday, October 30, 2009


Take a look! It's in a book!

Online. On the train. To wind down. Before going to bed. When I'm curious. When I'm bored... I read.

I read [almost] everything. I have a voracious appetite for knowledge and an endless curiosity for discovering the inner workings of things, what the world's doing, what everyone is up to, what people are thinking... I mean, of course I usually read articles pertaining to my interests [lord knows I can't get through The Economist without a loud yawn] but more often than not, I'll catch myself skimming something outside my circle of interests and learning something new. I read mostly online, but if I hear of a great book [I'm all ears for recommendations] I'm running straight to the library to dive right into it. And I haven't met a New York Times yet that I haven't read cover to cover. [My favorite day is Sunday - it's just full of so much stuff!]

Men's magazines are a special favorite of mine. [GQ and Complex are my top 2, and Rolling Stone is cool although its audience is general.] They seem to be devoid of the drab dribble that fills most women's magazines, and they generally have a much more laid back, confident tone with [usually] quite informative articles. Ever notice how men's magazines have a tone of "You're awesome bro, keep up the good work!" whereas women's magazines seem to be more like "Don't beat yourself up for eating that 8th donut, here's 8 ways to purge it!" or "Fifteen ways to snag a man before the clock starts ticking louder than the wedding bells in your dreams!" They always seem to cater to women's vast insecurities and maybe the biggest reason I can't vibe with them is because I don't fall under that veil of low self-esteem or neediness. With that being said, InStyle and O are particular faves; and I'll grab Lucky, Glamour, Allure, Reader's Digest, Marie Claire occasionally...

As far as websites I check out NYMag, Gothamist [which has the funniest commenters in the world] and Jezebel [which has the worst commenters in the world - those chicks are perpetually offended] daily. I frequent a few savvy blogs and a 98% female message board for thoughts on how others live and express themselves. I also love YouTube for clips of all sorts of crazy, funny things, or shows that I never catch since I don't watch TV [I think most New Yorkers can agree that we either watch no or very little TV. Not only is it a huge a time-suck, but I find that I can't even get into most TV shows anyway. A lot of sitcoms just do not share my same sense of humor and when it comes to mindless reality TV and the like, I just can't do it. I mean, I literally get headaches after watching bits of Tyra's talk show. That's cuz she's stupid, but that's another story for another day. Woo chile!]

I consider myself a very intelligent, cultured and balanced cookie. Like a chocolate chip cookie with all kinds of nuts and chocolates and grains thrown in. Or like an everything bagel. Mmm, I love everything bagels. Ahem. Anyway, I think my wits are a product of my propensity for reading. Reading and meeting new people and asking them questions about all the things I didn't know are what have made me a smart girl. We all know I always had common sense [that can't be taught or bought], but reading certainly helped - it's magical and learning is never-ending.

But don't take my word for it! Shed a tear for the good ol days y'all!!!

Now if you wouldn't be caught dead reading [imagine that!]... you can always do like Kanye: "I am not a fan of books. I would never want a book's autograph. I am a proud non-reader of books. I like to get information from doing stuff like actually talking to people and living real life..."

So. You can get information from "doing stuff and living real life", but you also risk sounding as eloquent as this young gentleman here.

Basically, you can take advice from this buffoon or make picking up a dictionary your first priority of the day.

Heyyy. Look who snuck up in this picture!

Remember to be smart and that reading is fundamental.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Random III

I used to write really amazing poetry. I remember sitting in my bedroom alone Friday nights, scribbling in my black and white notebook... writing rhymes and shit that blew people's minds... I miss that sometimes. No I didn't mean for that to rhyme. I haven't written in a few years and I'm not sure if I've lost my ability or my mind is just full of other things. Meaningless, fucking, things. Nothing like the brightly patterned daydreams of my youth. I'm debating posting some poems on here. I want to share with [and awe] you guys but, nothing is really safe on the internet... is it?

I'm moving again... The new place is cozy, airy, clean and home-y. I'm staying in the same neighborhood but... this is my 4th move this year... my current place is falling apart, but truthfully, I'm just insatiable.

I think this is why I'm single.

"True love is a movement of the soul and the heart. If you can't fully let yourself go... don't get involved."

I think this is why I'm single.

I went to a networking event Monday night for "creatives", and it was bliss. For the first time in a long time I was relaxed in a crowd of people. Maybe because I knew that someway, somehow, they were all like me. I also met some French tourists who were so adorable I wanted to kiss them. True story.

I'm hoping to travel to France next year.

Sometimes I wonder if I have goals so that I can attain them, or so that I can have something to look forward to.

I don't laugh nearly enough anymore. [I'm an adult, duh.] But when I do, it's heaven.

I have LOTS of free time. Prepare for a slew of crazy ass/scary posts.

I need to take more time getting dressed.

I kind of hate these random posts, don't you?

And last but not least, check out this bad-ass photo of the other reigning Lady:

Pimpin' ain't easy.
What the fuck is this?! A damn mess is what. I actually don't like many songs by her, but 'Sweet Dreams' was cool. And she had to go mess it up lookin' like CP30 at the end. Tha hell?! Early Halloween costume I guess.

Sunday, October 18, 2009


There a few things that are a bigger turn off for me than a pansy ass guy [see: coward]. But maybe I only feel strongly about this because I'm a pretty strong woman.

The list of men I would never be attracted to is a long one.

I don't understand sports fanatics. Or women who want to work at Vogue.

I'm not a fan of group work.

The existence of diet coke frustrates me. It sucks. [Actually anything diet sucks.] But the brand kind of redeems itself with the existence of vanilla coke which is heaven in a cream and red can and was made exactly for me. Vanilla coke is that craaaack [too bad it's so hard to find nowadays].

Obviously, I'm a passionate person passionate about many things. Including vanilla coke. If that shit didn't rot my teeth I'd bathe in it.

Elephants are my favorite animal. I like them because they are unique [they are the only land animals who can cry, the only ones that can't jump], coveted [ivory piano keys anyone?] loyal [when one of them dies, they mourn for days], and they are my comfort color [gray!] They are also some big bitches. Cheetahs and butterflies are runners up. Feel free to e-mail me any more cool tidbits about elephants!

I think a person's favorite animal says a lot about them. Well gee, now that I've told you everything about me, would you like to see my vagina?! Sheesh...

I take many many things into account before making an assessment of somebody. Mostly their background, their age, their demeanor and what comes out of their mouth. You think most people would do this, but they do not. If I'm going to judge, I'll at least do so correctly.

I am very confident and happy with myself but I think if I were not me, I wouldn't like myself because I'm admittedly complex and layered and not the easiest person to understand.

Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks. [I just threw that in there to see if you were paying attention.]

I have very high standards for people but I'm learning that I can't hold everyone to that standard because not everyone needs to be my best friend. The things you learn and are able to improve on when you honestly look at yourself are fantastic. I strive to be a better, more cultured, more balanced person everyday!

When I'm pressed for a topic, I write about myself ... An always interesting, fascinating topic :)

For those who are wondering. I am not dating. Don't plan to, don't want to, don't think about it, don't miss it. Boys suck.

Is there a classy way to show your stomach? Not unless you are at home with little to no company, on the beach or pregnant. Do not be a whore.

[Hmmm... this might be long.]

I socialize like it's my job. New people are fun!

Women should only deal with men who are crazy about them because if not, you end up with a guy who will make out with you but can't do you a favor.

They say that life is a tragedy for those who feel and a comedy for those who think. And I immediately thought, what about those who are in between? I guess it's a drama...

I came up with this quote after I broke up with the last guy I dated [I hate the word ex] who seemed frustrated with the fact that I wasn't as money hungry as he: I don’t want a man to support me, I just want one that will be okay with me being broke.

GO HARD OR GO HOME! I believe in this so strongly that I delay things a lot.

Walks like a duck talks like a duck! There's not much else to say here.

Geminis often think with their minds and their hearts which is why they appear to be so indecisive and fickle. I can feel that.

You're not a whore unless you're loaded. If you wanna be a whore, charge more.

"Confidence is knowing who you are." I'd like to add that it's also being relatively happy with who that is.

"Secrets are like vampires. They suck the life out of you, but they only survive in the darkness." - Jeanette Walls

"Never fear being misunderstood." This took me awhile to get around to doing. But once I got it... =)

I am not a magician. I am not in the business of changing folks.

"Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision as the limits of the world." That's why people need to get out more, read, throw themselves in different situations. There's a whole world out there waiting to be discovered.

And last but not least... one of my favorite quotes as of late: "The edge? The problem with the edge is that most of those who have seen it have gone over."

Remember to be smart and that doing so sometimes involves your heart.

Saturday, October 17, 2009


...So open up your little mind.

I was watching clips of that show "What would you do?" on racism and I was quite moved. One experiment placed a black actress in a clothing store, with two other actors playing a store sales associate and store security guard. Their job was to give the black shopper a hard time, doing things such as asking her to leave the store and referring to her as one of "those people". The onlookers didn't know that the people in question were actors and so, the question was "What would they do?" Not surprisingly, most people ain't do shit but move further away from the drama. The majority of people who spoke up were of color, and one white woman offered to leave the store with the black woman when she overheard the blatant discrimination. As soon as that happened, a herd of customers followed. [This was in downtown NYC by the way. Shocked?] I wasn't surprised by all that, what I didn't expect was the knot that formed in my stomach and the tears that welled up in my eyes. I was furious, disgusted, saddened, sympathetic [with the victim], and furious all over again. Even though I knew they were actors, my reaction was involuntary.

The discrimination I witnessed was totally new to me because despite being a "minority"... I, to my honest recollection; have never experienced racism. I think there's a variety of reasons for that. First of all, I'm a light-skinned, attractive Latina. And I can't speak for black/dark-skinned people, but I'm sure we can all agree that for one reason or another, most racism is directed towards them. Not only am I Latina [and seemingly racially ambiguous], I'm thin and petite which translates to most as: harmless. I also speak proper English, use and understand many SAT words, and have no discernible [Spanish] accent. I have a feeling that those aforementioned attributes have spared me of most racism that would otherwise come my way. Lord knows my life may have been different had I been a big and burly coal-skinned broad. You hate to read it, but it's the truth. Racism is so inherent in Americans, it's almost as if people of color are stained  with stereotypes!

When I look at people, I don't notice their skin color or try to guess their race - it really doesn't matter to me. I don't treat people differently due to their race, I don't change the way I talk or the way I behave. I don't give them different handshakes. The only time I'd say I notice race is when someone embodies a stereotype to a T, or when someone makes their race their complete identity, because then it's pretty obvious. Other than that, the only thing I'm trying to find out is: "Do you speak any other languages?!" Because we all know good and well that I'm always trying to get some free language classes! Ain't no shame in being multi-lingual ya heard!

Growing up, I never dealt with "not fitting in". But methinks that's more a mixed kid problem. Or a black or white problem... Truth be told when most discussions of racism come up, Latinos and Asians are largely left out of the conversation. That's racism in and of itself you jerks! Anyway, I've never been one for cliques or following the crowd anyway so I could give two shits about fitting in. In high school I had a handful of close friends but that had more to do with a poor personality fit than a race fit [I thought everyone was a raging idiot... Judging by the amount of kids from my graduating class who've done nothing but get wifed up or pregnant just three years later, I wasn't wrong]. I have had a few of my fellow Hispanics question me about things: my vernacular, how come I don't look like most other Dominicans? How come I'm such a "blanquita?!"... Basically why wasn't I a hood trick like the rest of them and why didn't I have my name on a chain around my neck? And on my wrist and finger and on my earrings? And how come I didn't rock Timbs and Uptowns and how come I wasn't fucking in the 9th grade like everyone else? Because I have a thing called class. And my parents would've killed my little trampin' ghetto ass, that's why. I never really gave a hoot what those morons had to say to me because they were reading on an 8th grade level well into college. I was reading on an 8th grade level in 3rd grade!

And there I went on a tangent. I think I need to hire somebody to tell me when to relax because lord do I get passionate! Anyways. Yeah so racism is inhumane and gross. At least get to know someone first and then judge them... like me!

But before I go... A tip to all of those who so kindly question my citizenship: Unless you are hiring, DO NOT ask someone if they were born in America or how often they visit their home country. It doesn't matter and it just makes you look closed-minded and/or racist. As a matter of fact, even if you are hiring it is illegal to ask someone if they're American - you're only allowed to ask people if they are legally able to work in this country. I'm sure almost every Hispanic, Asian or person with an accent has gotten this at one point or another. Stop questioning us! At least we are acquainted with our culture and can speak our country's native language unlike so many bastard Americans.

Alright everyone. Remember to be smart and be nice. The difference between all of us is like the difference between brown eyes and blue eyes. They're all just eyes, that see the world the same.