Monday, December 27, 2010

Switchin' it up

I'd usually go for vanilla but in the future I guess I'll pick the brown one *sigh*

This morning I tweeted: I'm starting to realize that my standards may be limiting me. All junk can continue to stay out of my life but I am welcoming more beauty. I'm realizing that maybe, if I get out of my own way sometimes, I may just be pleasantly surprised.

I've been bored lately and it's because I've been having the same experiences. And I've been having a déjà vu period because I've been limiting myself to the same choices.

Something I noticed about the most stylish women, whether they're ones I personally know or fashion bloggers, is the lack of discrimination when it comes to the places they peruse for clothing. They shop at every type of store from high end to low end, knowing that there's always a possibility they'll find something they like. I've seen Chloe Conspiracy detail an outfit photo, and the dress components will be anything from Christian Louboutin to Charlotte Russe. I'm the type to avoid certain stores because "they're just not my style". But this isn't really about fashion, this is about life. I go to the same 5 clubs, the same 10 stores, the same few neighborhoods - all because I know what I like and those other things I don't do aren't my "thing". But if I'm so confident in what I like and who I am, would a few new experiences change that? Hell to the naw.

Friday, December 24, 2010


I was doing my usual perusing on twitter today when the words "White Girl Wasted" caught my eye from a random, colorful profile. I skimmed her bio which stated "Everyones a rapper- what a coincidence! So am I." I immediately decided "MUST PEEP!" and clicked through to her site, hoping for the best. Well, homegirl delivered.

Her name is ElleMC, she's 24 years old and hails from the West Coast. She raps, sings, skateboards, fancies gold jewelry and most importantly, writes her own shit. She's a bonafide hustler, working odd jobs since the age of 12, and says she was raised as a hippie, with no TV and little money.

Not only does she know her stuff [her influences range from people I've heard of: TLC, Tupac, MC Lyte, NWA, House of Pain, Madonna, ACDC, Guns n' Roses, OutKast, Ice Cube and Bone Thugs N Harmony; to artists I've never listened to: Yelawolf, Duane Peters, USBOMB, Goodie Mob, Andre Nickatina and Dead Prez], but her song "Pickin Up Stixx" is getting mad play in my real and imaginary world, where I'm cruising through Cali with the top down and pimp juice in my hair.

The title is another way of saying "Handling business". I'm with it. Especially since I honestly cannot get "Haters on a plate, naw playa I just ate" and "If you eat at my house, you best wash ya dishes" out of my head. CANNOT.

After stepping into a studio for the first time 8 months ago, ElleMC says she'll be releasing her EP "Lurk" within the next week. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all y'all. Don't say I never gave you anything.

Check out more from ElleMC at:, as well as her Twitter and Youtube Channel. Let's also give a shout to the producers, Jared Telliano and Terminill.

Big thanks to ElleMC herself for her cooperation =)

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

10 days

...until it's a whole new year. Wow.

Well, it feels like it's been a long time since you've heard from me. I presume I've been busy! But I wanted to get a real hearty post in before the New Year. I feel like I owe it to y'all.

So. The past few weeks have been... delightful. I quit my "job" exactly two weeks ago. To sum it up quickly; I was growing exasperated with the prospect of spending another six months in monotony, and making petty cash all while continuing to put my career aspirations on the back burner. For just a job. [Job - from urban dictionary - A futile effort for financial independence, social acceptance and personal happiness.] So I abruptly quit, and 10 days later I received a paycheck from my new gig. Yes, a few days after resignation I scored a marketing position for an up and coming graphic apparel line. It involves blogging and partying and exercising some of my best talents so I'm a smitten paid kitten. Luckily my business partner is a proponent of the DIY lifestyle*, freelancing and making your own rules, so we get along swimmingly. Some people were a little worried about me, but let's not forget... I'm a muthafucking G.

My creative juices are free-flowing madly with all that I have planned for the coming year... BlueShame will get to see more of me, and I will also be introducing plenty of my friends! Photo shoots, designs, interviews with raw talent, my personal poetry, and ART ART ART all served fresh on the 2011 platter. Woo!!! I'm very nervous and very excited - when I think about all that is to come, High School butterflies start fluttering around in my stomach. Also Gaga releases a new album in the Spring so hellooo, it's fittin' to be a good year. Anyway, I'd settle for nothing less. It's the usual over here. Just loving life and trying to take things to the next level as always.

In other news, I've discovered a new-found love in twitter. It doesn't replace my love of blogging, but it sure is nice to fill in gaps in blog posts with a little something something. My brain is whizzing and whirling  all the time and I'm always thinking interesting little thoughts, so it's nice to have a place where all my rambling silliness is welcome. I'm following like 3 dozen people and have about 50 more than that following me... I'm kind of picky with who I follow. My "timeline" is currently full of funny,  positive and intelligent  people and I'd like to avoid having a bunch of nonsense on my screen. You're probably thinking 'It's not that serious', but I'm the kind of lady that cuts people off for having no social graces [ie: having their nose in their phone 24/7]. In other words you better bring your a-game or you won't be included in Blue's world. I only want to be surrounded by the best of the best, and that includes people. ["I only rock with the best of them and could care less about the rest of them" - thanks Drey!] But I digress! I'm a snob, I know. Anyway, if any of you are cool tweeters, give me a holla.

Strangers still love to randomly start conversations with me. And if they aren't all that creepy, I will engage them for my own amusement. I should really start recording my interactions with them here. From the suited up man who sat next to me on the train just to exclaim "Wow, those are some hot tights!" to the email I received from some nerd challenging me to an "Intelligence duel", my chit chats with new people are truly priceless. There was also a man who stopped me on the street to breathlessly ask me what I put in my hair because it looks so healthy. I cannot be making this up, if I were it would involve beach houses in Aruba and sponsored Bloomingdales shopping sprees, ya dig?

I had to get over a little crush recently. He was dope but it wasn't heading towards a better place at the time so I chose to dead it. What helped me put things in perspective were these two quotes "When your heart is broken, hustle harder, it will help you forget the pain" and "Do not chase people who are not open to love, go where the love is." [Both from twitter!] My heart wasn't broken, and it was nowhere near close to love, but the gist of the quotes stuck, and I closed my door and began to hustle. I took all that bountiful loving energy and applied it to something else, something worthwhile, and my dreams are coming together. Isn't that amazing?!

I think it is.

*I wrote that. Duh.

Monday, December 20, 2010

Walk of Fame

I've never been crazy about celebrities - but here are the three I'd love to know in real life someday:

I love the look - playful and masculine, but classy
She certainly inspired me to go for short hair
Look at those legs!
 Victoria Beckham: She's such a damn lady. I didn't pay her much attention back during her Spice Girl days [where my "favorite" fluctuated from every spice other than Ginger] but she caught my eye recently as a stylish and classy role model type public figure. She has great taste and is a seemingly happy wife and mother, who handles fame graciously by maintaining a self deprecating sense of humor and a gracious and grateful attitude. That wins in my book!

The sum of all things

This is truly how I live my life, and I couldn't have said it better myself.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Night Sounds

"Many Times" by Esthero and Miguel.

Ahhh this song. This song has been on repeat in my cozy crib for the past four hours. I love duets that just work [for example, Alicia Keys and Usher on "My Boo" did not work]... but this one certainly does. I adore when they both sing the line "I tend to myself... if neeed be." Amazing. Miguel's silky sweet voice might just become my new favorite [up there with Huey Dunbar from DLG and Tony Rich and numerous others]. As an aside, doesn't Esthero just look like she's full of loving, glowing, gorgeous, goodness up there? Sheesh. Always loved her.

I love when people deliver on their promises. It's like, you want to call yourself a singer? Then sang! Wanna call yourself an artist? Then make beautiful things.


Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Laws IV

I thought I would never finish this! Here is the last segment of my 48 Laws of Power review.

Law 37
Create Compelling Spectacles
Striking imagery and grand symbolic gestures create the aura of power – everyone responds to them.  Stage spectacles for those around you, then full of arresting visuals and radiant symbols that heighten your presence.  Dazzled by appearances, no one will notice what you are really doing.

I accomplish much by having a mean walk indeed.

Law 38
Think as you like but Behave like others
If you make a show of going against the times, flaunting your unconventional ideas and unorthodox ways, people will think that you only want attention and that you look down upon them.  They will find a way to punish you for making them feel inferior.  It is far safer to blend in and nurture the common touch. Share your originality only with tolerant friends and those who are sure to appreciate your uniqueness.

Weird. Strange. Odd. "Special". These are the pet names I've been called by people who didn't understand my unconventional [yet genius] way of thinking. I learned quickly that if you are the slightest bit different, some will never let you forget it, and a rare few will see the beauty in it. What's hilarious to me is that I know I'm not the weird one. This law is kind of interesting because I found that I unconsciously began to follow it. After a few rounds of commonfolk not getting my jokes or following my train of thought, I decided to limit my genius to the people I knew would understand... my friends and my blog readers. You can share your originality with whomever you like, but I hope you also like feeling awkward and explaining yourself.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Solid Gold Gaga

So Madame Tussauds decided Lady Gaga was relevant enough to have her likeness enshrined in wax. Duh. The process took four months to complete, and our fair lady was cloned, not once, but eight times! The figures were unveiled late last week in 8 different cities: New York, London, Vegas, Amsterdam, Berlin,  Shanghai, Hong Kong and Hollywood. 

I think they did a pretty good job. Here are my favorite looks, from: 


Saturday, December 11, 2010

Friday, December 10, 2010

The Pursuit

I met a pretty awesome woman last week while having dinner with my sister at Pastis. She arrived alone which I thought was pretty bad ass, and she was sat right beside us. For no particular reason, I couldn't stop looking at her. On my way back from the bathroom, I saw that she and my sister had begun chatting and a few minutes later she knew a little bit about us and we knew a little about her. She's an entrepreneur and life coach whose show Celebrity Life Coach premiered on the Biography channel that same evening. She gave me her card, I promised to email her and when I went home, did just that and then eagerly googled her. I found her Huffington Post article which I want to share with my readers, since it echoes the constant "follow your dreams" advice I always spew here at BlueShame!

When was the last time you dreamed? I'm talking about dreaming and achieving something that you really want in your life. I bet when you were younger you dreamed all the time, but something happened and it didn't turn out. That's probably when you slowly gave up on dreaming. Or maybe you're one of those people who achieved your dreams and didn't bother to create new ones. Or you're in the large pool of people who never really dreamed at all. Don't worry. That's common. Often people get busy in their daily lives and forget to dream. Or they're afraid to dream because it brings up lots of emotions that put them at risk for being hurt or disappointed. It's comfortable to live without emotional risk, but that's not where the fun is in life. Having dreams engages you in your life, makes it more exciting, and connects you to yourself and what's important to you.

The dreams you pursue should be attainable and based on ideas that totally excite you. It's important that you make sure you are creating dreams for you and not what you think you should do or achieve. Dreams are what you really want for yourself. And it's important that you formulate your dreams in language such that you believe that they are possible to achieve.

One obstacle that you may encounter as you go after your dreams is cynicism, which may rear its ugly head with thoughts like, "I'm not talented or smart enough," "That's way too hard," or, "I can't afford it." Negative thoughts are excuses and need to be ignored. They are just keeping you from your dreams. It's your actions that make things happen. Connect with people you know and ask for a favor, a loan or an opportunity for something. One phone call to the right person can change everything.

Our actions follow our thoughts. Your actions must be consistent with your dream or you won't achieve it. For example, if you want a healthy, fit body but you're eating pizza four times a week, you're actions are not consistent with your dream. Another example would be if you want to be a chef but don't sign up for a cooking class that is offered in your area. It's all up to you. Your actions are the fulfillment of your dreams, and through your heartfelt dreams you can make lasting change in your life.

Life is about having real dreams that are special to you and going after them. As a life coach, I'm here to help you to figure out what you want in your life and start dreaming again. It's the first step to creating a whole new life for yourself.

Read the full article by Lauren Zander here.

Thursday, December 9, 2010


Cute pic. From Chanel... and that's about all I know. 

I talked about my A-List, so I shall now run through my B-List. I was totally gonna name this post "Boats and Ships", a play on friends being in your same boat and friendships but it sounded too reminiscent of sailing [which I know nothing about] and worse, it sounded corny. So it was inevitably chucked.


One thing I took with me from my religious days was the verse at 1 Corinthians 15:33: "Do not be misled. Bad company corrupts good character." I have heard little that is truer, and it's something I've held dear to my heart as I entered the ever interesting social scene of New York City.

As a self proclaimed socialite, I think it's safe to say that I've met a lot of people. I've toned the friendly eagerness down lately but over the years I've befriended lots of folks and also kicked lots to the curb. As a matter fact, my haters probably make up most of my readership. Love y'all! But although I've made a lot of friends and acquaintances, it's always difficult to find and keep good and close friends. Best friends, if you will.

I always had a thing for Ms. Evangelista *swoon*

Mutual understanding, respect and admiration are the basis of any good friendship; and humor, common interests and proximity are the sweet, sweet icing. But there are other things that really make a friendship, that allow it to grow, things that sustain it. At least for me. So here are some words on what I find special and unique, and worthy of my friendship:

I think a vital part of friendship is keeping in touch and making time to see each other. I have certainly cut people off for failing to keep in touch, especially in the initial stages.  If someone generally doesn't have time to see how I'm doing and can't seem to make time to spend with me - well then, snip snip!!! Now this isn't to say that I don't understand that people are busy. Sometimes my close friends and I won't speak for weeks at a time, but it's fine because we have years of friendship to back us. And sometimes I fail at this because I suffer from tunnel vision, and get immersed in all the little inconsequential details of my life, so much so, that for weeks at a time, the outside world becomes nonexistent to me. I'm working on it. So I'm aware that we're all busy. But I do feel that you can always make time for the people you care about. I know I come across high maintenance in that regard, but ask me if I care.

I like people who are intelligent, logical and moving forward in their lives. It's wonderful to talk about ideas and concepts and having that extra dose of motivation. I could never really deal with people who sit around being wacks all day. Not my thing.

Kind hearts and good souls are always endearing to me. I'm a kind person, as my good friend once put it "a kind person who's bad side I'd never want to get on", but kind nonetheless. Folks with chips on their shoulders and unresolved issues need not apply.  I'm the type of person who will welcome you into my home, feed you, accommodate you; basically just make sure you're warm and happy and satisfied - no pun intended. I think nothing of favors, certainly don't mind sharing, and often think of any other ways I could be of some assistance. I need friends who reflect that and appreciate that, lest we both get taken advantage of elsewhere.

A friend gets anointed a true ride or dier when I realize they really have my back. I must be able to trust you around my things [I have some nice thangs], around a significant other, and around my family. I must know that you will have my back if I, perchance,  have to scrap with some broad at the club. These things are rare but no one wants to get caught ill prepared at a time like that. Be a person of integrity and strong character and you will have my vote for life.

[Edit: Oh, and let's not forget star quality. If you're wondering what that is and if you have it... you don't.]

And I think for now, that's it.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010


I wrote this a few days ago, and although it doesn't represent what I'm feeling in this exact moment, it's an accurate account of the fear that sometimes creeps in. *Cue Sarah McLachlan's "Fear"*

Time flies. And the truth is, even if just a little bit, that scares me.

I'm going to be 23 in 6 months and I just feel like, oh my god my twenties are flying. It doesn't help when every other person woman you meet is like "If I could be your age again..."

I live with this constant, subtle fear of not doing enough with my time, not pushing, exploring, feeling, experiencing enough.

I want to live, and live a full life.

And by so many accounts I do... I've worked hard and I've carved out something great and special for myself in this city. I really do live a charmed life and despite the irregular occurrence of gnats and scrapes, each year it has only gotten more splendid.

But is it normal to constantly crave more? A guy I once knew told me that it seems like I'm never satisfied. I fear that there's truth in that as well.

You guys know the drill, you know my dreams, my goals, my desires, I talk about them here all the time. Some are simple, some are grand - and all are possible.

And I know I play with possibility... but I think sometimes I get caught up in the details, I get caught up in my feelings, I get caught up in my head. And worst of all, I worry.

I worry that I won't achieve my version of greatness. I worry that my corner of fulfillment will be swept away somehow.

And that, my friends, is what ends up stopping my efforts.

The crippling fear of, what if this doesn't work out?

Also my self-diagnosed ADD.

But I digress.

Maybe I need therapy.

Or maybe I need to get a fucking grip, realize it's all in my head and push go muthafucka!

I'm heavily leaning towards the latter.

Pain for my sham friends, and champagne for my real friends. [25th Hour!] And to my ambitious comrades? I'll see y'all at the top where the gettin looks good, and our current worries will be replaced by diamond encrusted ones.

The Hard Way

Via PostSecret

These are the countless things I have had to learn the hard way. And things that I also, know for sure:

Don't put aluminum in the microwave.

Bring a copy of your resume to the job interview. Be prepared.

It's always better to be overdressed than under dressed.

When going out on the town, always have a plan B. And cab money.

A man will always try to get his way. [Don't let him.]

Listen to your gut.

Organized religion is opium for the masses.

A man's actions towards a woman often speak louder than his words.

Any deal involving the exchange of money should be put in writing.

If there is no one who can do it like you, better to do it alone.

You cannot flourish in an environment that makes you unhappy.

When first getting to know someone, never give more than you receive.

Unhappy people will bring happy people down with them. And along the same lines: Insecure people will never stop resenting confident ones.

A change of pace and a fresh perspective will brighten your mood.

You know what's best for you, the hardest part is following it.

A female friend who doesn't have many other female friends, and who seems to value the friendship of men above all others, will probably try to steal your man.

Certain personalities cannot have roommates. If you like things to be clean and organized, want to play your music as loud as you want and have friends over whenever you want, then you should live alone. I hated feeling like I had to be "on" even at home, and worse, I hated feeling like I had to answer to someone in my house [A house is not a home!], especially when I never thought I was being unreasonable.

If you do have roommates, don't let the person who's never cleaned/cooked/dogsat before, clean/cook/dogsit without first pulling out the powerpoint. That's yo shit too!

Only let people borrow your shitty stuff. Again, that's yo shit!

You being the first one to ever tell someone about themselves will probably result in them getting all butthurt/cutting you off. This is the chance you take!

If your friends don't know each other, keep them apart. This really isn't something I had to learn the hard way, I just kinda think it's better in the long run.

Don't mix different types of alcohol.

In dating and relationships, pace yourself. There's no harm in doing that, but much harm in doing the opposite.

You should probably look at your itinerary before you end up at the wrong airport and spend another 30 minutes driving to the correct one across town and in traffic. What up Cali!

Don't keep your experimental, semi-nude artsy pics in the same folder with your regular pics, because you will end up sending them by mistake to a guy who you see as nothing more than a friend. He will get the wrong idea and keep the photo as "blackmail" until your sister threatens his life and he promises to delete it. You will never forgive him. I'm just sayin'.

Listen to them when they say "I'm not looking for a relationship. You're too good for me. I'm very busy. I'm not a good communicator." And run when they say "I have a girlfriend. Is your friend/sister/*insert female with close relationship to you* cute? I only cheated because *insert whatever asinine reason they think excuses them from such selfish behavior*"

Research your doctor and ask plenty of questions. Take your time. Or you'll end up $10,000 poorer with the same initial problem.

Pay attention to what your body is telling you. The easiest/fastest/most effective/only way to get to know who you truly are is by paying attention to the signs your body naturally gives you. When you do A, B, or C does your stomach tighten? Or do you feel loose and relaxed? Once you've figured that out, you need to ask yourself more questions. Why do I feel nervous? Or why do I feel calm? The answers to those questions give you glimpses into that you like, what makes you comfortable, and ultimately, who you truly are. It's all very primal but extremely important.

Stop explaining yourself. Do not continue dealing with people who don't want to change. Stop trying to help people who won't help themselves. You can only say your piece so often before you start to go down yourself.

Don't let anyone tell you that you can't achieve your idea of success. Usually the people who tell you this have told themselves this, and it's safe to say that they're usually not in an upstanding position.

The most rewarding things in life are hard to attain. Sometimes they are blood, sweat and tears hard. But they are so incredibly worth it.

Don't waste time.

Choose your friends wisely.

You will always fall, but you must dust yourself off and you must keep chugging.

No one is responsible for YOUR LIFE but YOU. Your life includes your environment, your mood, your people, your failures and your successes. Do not EVER be mistaken. The second you are mistaken is the second you begin to falter.

Remember to be smart and learn things the easy way... through others.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Pretty Girl Swag

I came across these photos when I was searching for visuals and inspiration for my upcoming photoshoot... and I  was immediately taken by how dope homegirl looked. Everybody knows I think Asian girls are some of the best dressed women in this city, and this chick is no different. I had no idea who she was until a quick google revealed that she's Lee Hyori, a South Korean R&B and Hip Hop singer! As if I could love her any more. [Photos pulled from her Fall 2009 shoot in Blue Spirit - which I think is a magazine...]

Smooth Talk

Proof that Diddy is just another dude from the hood:

A hilarious one. "Going dutch is never smooth... Pay the bill man." I'm done!

Thursday, November 25, 2010

All Legs

I was never all that insecure growing up because compared to the women I'd see in magazines, I wasn't that far off. Granted I had a teenager's complexion compared to their porcelain ones, curly brown hair vs. their blonde waves and a taut expression vs. their constantly sexy pouts but the foundation was totally there. In my eyes,  [and in the eyes of weight-challenged envious women everywhere], models and I weren't all that different, as we appeared to be the same size, build and shape. Never mind the fact that I'm barely five foot four inches tall, and it could have been me strutting down the runway in a fashion capital overseas somewhere.

For example, when I came across this:

Friday, November 19, 2010


Here is Oprah's Magazine [the current December 2010 issue that's out on newsstands now].

Here is the 'Letters to the Editor' page:

Notice anything?

Well, look closer:

Thursday, November 18, 2010


Genius video.
LOVE the "Oh. My. God!"s.
And apparel wise, I might have to cop that gray, slouchy trench.

Over it

I don't mean to screw up my good fortune as today was a pretty great day, but I started this post a few days ago and it cannot be wasted! So here are some things that Lady Blue is absolutely over. It's  a pretty long post which obviously means I can complain forever. Enjoy! 

Subway preachers:
There's an older, toothless, [possibly mentally retarded] man who loves to sing "Praise God" over and over and over again to the tune of "Michael, row your boat ashore" all the while haphazardly clapping. Although I'm never quite sure what he's doing, he surely doesn't bother me as much as the Afro-Caribbean woman who walks up and down the terminal in her head-wrap, long skirt and sneakers bellowing out "OOOOOAYYYY! We pray! Jesus saves! OOOAYYYY! We pray! Jesus coming for you ayyyy!" in barely distinguishable English. I'm like, this is what you came to this country for?!?! To spend your mornings hollering at strangers about God in the subway terminal? You haven't thought about volunteer work instead? Or possibly going to CHURCH? I mean really. And lets not forget the people who always stop me and ask if I believe in God in the female form "Mother". Luckily they are usually stunned into silence when I tell them I don't believe in God at all. You know they walk off thinking "But she looked so sweet!" Oh the hell well! Stop infringing upon my rights to walk down the street in peace! Don't even get me started on the dozens of leering men!

Fairytales and fantasies:
Women have a tendency to meet a man and think wayyy too far ahead into the future. We're thinking about what the kids will look like on our 3rd date. You think I'm lying? I'm not... cause sheiiittt even I've done it. We hear that a man knows a few moguls and once balled with LeBron and we already believe he's cooler than ice cold. What we fail to realize [often until it's too late] is that our idea of who he is, is MADE UP. We get far too carried away in how perfectly he'll fit into our life and what an asset he is because he opens doors, and forget to see the real man in front of us, who most of the time, is flawed in his own way. [Holy run on sentence.] We have to stop doing this ladies! These fairytale endings and fantasy lives we imagine in our heads are ruining us. We have to start breathing, being in the moment and pacing ourselves. We also have to stop believing that the current good dude is the last good man on earth. [WHY DO WE DO THIS?!]

Insecure pretty girls:  
File this under: things that piss me off. I had a friend tweet "All the flyest girls are the most insecure" to which I said, "You're not really fly then mama you're just a wannabe and prob a biter". I mean, why be insecure? Oh, people only want you because you're pretty? Well then read a book and change that. No one is feeling sorry for you, especially not with the flock of beauty-stunted women in the world. A dime who secretly hates herself is not someone you want to be around. That someone needs help especially since no one else can see their problem but them. Call me harsh... and then ask me if I care. 

And while we're on the topic of self-esteem... Fake humility:
Since we're being honest, I'm done dimming my shine so that others can feel comfortable. Oh you think I'm arrogant? GOOD, you're not on my level. 

And while we're on the topic of overt arrogance... Kanye West:
You whiny, egotistical creative genius. Shut the fuck up and just make music! For god sakes! As an aside, you're still not better than Lady Gaga. C'mon son, she's from New York City - whaddaya want me to tell ya? 

Men who think they're Gods:
I have dropped many men before - usually for just little reasons [I never denied I was a picky bitch] and they are usually left flabbergasted because they apparently believe women are supposed to think that they're the second coming of Jesus. *side eye* Maybe they're right and maybe that's who the subway preachers above are referring to. I better act like I know! 

I am a proud Latina but Jamaican reggae is degrees better than that wack ass reggaeton. Why do I hate reggaeton so much? Probably because it reminds me of all the guys I'd never date. With that being said, I will shake my tush to some "Rakata" [bringin it back!]

Marriage bashing:
I had some man once try to convince me that marriage is only for people who want/have kids and no one else.  After I told him to save his breath, I explained that he's a class A possessor of a jaded point of view. Marriage turned into a joke because people made it into one. So people are hating the game instead of the player [as they have been instructed to do by many a rapper]. I think if all is great in the relationship and people are honest then that's the next logical step. There should be no fear or doubt there. The desire for a family is a good reason for marriage but it certainly shouldn't be the only one. [I'm certainly not opposed to marriage, all I need is a legit pre-nup and I'm straaaight.]

Conspiracy theories:
If I spent my time thinking about how the world is gonna end I'd never get anything done. I'd sit home in a cold sweat googling shit and mercilessly refreshing my browser while my body atrophies because I haven't eaten or slept in 6 days. All while I'm shitting myself. Fuck that noise. I'm living life right now. Drakey Drake!

Excuses, complaining, and more excuses:
So you're unhappy with your life or who you are. Take some personal accountability, and accept your surroundings or who the hell you are! And if you don't want to accept it, then fix it and in the meantime shut the fuck up about it!!! Stop complaining and stop making fucking excuses. America is great for that. It's never America's fucking problem. Grow some balls and own your shit and be gone already. Ugh. I fucking loathe complainers and excuse makers. Shut the fuck up! Ask yourself this, who's calling the shots on your fucking life you dimwit?! Fuck fuck fuck and more fuck. I even get annoyed with myself when I complain too much... so with that being said, I'm wrapping this up.

[Edit: How could I forget? Models/Singers/Actors: Everybody's trynna sing and dance all the time. It's like a fucking circus in this bitch. I'm all for creatives but e-noughhh alreadyyy!!!]

Remember to be smart and keep the bitching to a minimum.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010


“Your friend doesn’t know how to take a compliment.”

“She sure doesn’t,” Sarah said, spinning a straw in her cocktail. Sex on the beach, it was. She’d wanted something sweet.

I sat there, still blushing. I hadn’t meant to blush; he’d only said I was cute. But he stood there, with a hand on my back, leaning over the bar, smiling in a way that does things to a girl’s stomach. It didn’t hurt that he was movie-star handsome. Will Smith but Hitch or I Robot Will Smith. Not Fresh Prince.

I offered to move so that he could collect the half-dozen cocktails he’d ordered. No, thanks. He’d rather lean over me. It was his way of flirting -- innocuous flirting. I smiled when he said innocuous.

“Good word.”

“You like that?” His hat tapped against my forehead as he made a final pass for drinks. He leaned close, a free hand sliding down my back. “I like smart girls.”

He disappeared into the crowd and Sarah, Caryn and I went back to our drinks and chatter. Ripple had been nearly empty when we arrived, but now it was pulsing and grinding with music and bodies, and we were glad to have seats. Later, as I made my way to the bathroom, a woman bobbed through the crowd wearing the familiar tan derby.

“Hi. Again.”

There he was, behind me in line, bareheaded.

“Someone’s got your hat.”

“That would be my girlfriend.”

“I assumed.”

The line shifted and we stepped forward. Introductions were made. Rob. Heather.

“She’s actually pretty into girls.”


“Listen, you’re intelligent, curvy -- just what she likes. What we like.”

I laughed. A dry, Bette Davis kind of laugh. His hand went to my lower back.

“I’m tempted to push you in there right now,” he said, motioning to the now empty bathroom. “But she’d feel left out.” He pulled me close, quickly.

It was one of those kisses that curls your toes and flutters something very low in your stomach. My mind was blank, paused, as he lingered on my bottom lip. “Think about it,“ he said. And with a quick slap to my ass, he moved back into the crowd.

I did. I thought about it as I giggled with Sarah and Caryn. It was really a shame that I don’t share well with others. That’s the kind of experience that collectors, like myself, would have stick-pinned to Styrofoam with great pleasure.

I thought about it again, later as we moved through the bar, heading for the door.

“It was nice to meet you, Rob.” I stuck out a hand.

“Heather, this is Joy.”

Joy was exotic. Gorgeous. But we were on our way out. And I had never really learned to share.

My favorite post ever from This Fish. [Click the link! There's a follow-up!]

Sunday, November 14, 2010


Hit this magical jam and then check out these pics of the [now closed] meatpacking lounge The Double Seven. That's the kinda mood I'm in tonight. 


If anyone knows of a sleek, sexy lounge like this [+1000 if they play smooth tunes and/or R&B] holla atcha girl! I'm on the search...

Wednesday, November 10, 2010


This is sooo dope!!! I'm a big fan of purple [the color of royalty] and I love spins on anything considered classic. Although french manicures always start to chip a day in, I love this twist on the traditional pink and white nail. This manicure was done with OPI's Lincoln Park After Dark Suede as the base and Lincoln Park After Dark Matte on the tips. You can see more of this young lady's nail artistry at her blog:

Friday, November 5, 2010

Dear John

Attention all you ambitious, well dressed, charming, city dwelling males!

*waves* Heyyy sexyyy ;)

I see you. You're fly. You have a nice smile and... is that a tailored suit? Oh shit. Nice shoes you got there. Gucci? Is that a Rolex? My, it's shiny. Oh you're offering me a drink? I'll take something sweet please. How sweet of you.

What a gentleman. Now we're chatting. About you, of course. You know so many people! And my, just look at what you've accomplished! So many degrees and awards and accolades. And you're fiiine at that? Sign me up!

But wait.

It's been a week now and you're becoming a bit of an asshole. A self centered, condescending, three piece Zegna suit wearing braggart. You zealously approached me first and now I'm not even good enough for a few moments of mindless chit chat? Let's not even talk about the fact that I could co-author your life story yet you don't even know my last name. [Even though I just did.]

I mean... wait. a. minute!

You're a great piece of work and all but I pass 16 men of your kind a day [or in some cases, in a 10 block stroll down Broadway]- you're just the one who happened to be in the same room as me when I decided to prowl.

And okay, you may not be exactly like all the other swoonworthy, double-edged sword carrying bachelors, but you sure don't act like you're not an irresistible bottle of poison either.

So much for being a specialty.

That's why it's so easy to identify and disarm your type. Your type? Oh well... you're all charming and persistent in the beginning. Later, you start behaving aloof, disinterested and are suddenly, very very busy. You're afraid to fall in love. Why? It's not your money you think I'm after. You knew I wasn't interested in your Italian leather wallet and what was in it seconds after our very first glance. Besides, you know a real golddigger wouldn't dedicate more than one night to a man who doesn't seem all that interested in wining, dining and outfitting her. You believe I'm after your heart, which to you, might be worse. And you're scared shitless of that. Of love. Which is ironic, because that's probably what someone like you needs the most.

But I digress.

So you fall into a type homeboy. Did you guys all read from the same playbook or something? Did the same heartless, gorgeous wretch run through the millions of you?

I'd like to know because I'd like to help. Lil ol me, ever the saint!

Because truthfully, the last thing I wanna do is send another spoiled, spineless, swashbuckler who routinely takes women for granted back out there into the world without a proper spanking.

Someone has got to set you fellows straight, since it damn sure wasn't your momma.

Lady Blue

p.s. - Yo Momma failed you. Try to forgive her.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

The Latest II

So I'm now a certified brace-face/metal mouth/train-track owner. The inside of my mouth is already cut up, but in the end I'm gonna have a beautiful smile! I got my braces on Sunday - Halloween! and I'm set to look like a gangly teenager for at least the next year and a half. What a life. In order to minimize any further embarrassment, I opted for plain gray/silver braces with silver bands. None of that lucky charm bullshit up in my mouth. What I look like?!

Speaking of Halloween, it was mostly a let down. I was invited to a hotly anticipated Masquerade Ball which unfortunately didn't live up to the hype. No one was really dancing, I didn't know anyone and didn't really want to get to know anyone, and the host who invited me didn't even have five minutes to look in my general direction. I understand you're running the show but I can't get a lapdance in the corner when no one's looking at least? Acting like I'm not cute... Sheeeit. [And I was dressed as Barbie! Who wouldn't love that?] That night ended in a culmination of fuck yous between us whilst I fought off swarms of wanna-be rappers/ballers at the hellhole better known as Greenhouse [I hate that place]. The only thing that redeems that place is that fine ass doorman: Craig. I see you boo!

I spent the next day being a nerd, reading article upon article in bed, hiding under my covers, shielding myself from the bitter cold that just kicked up last week. After I got my braces on Sunday, I checked out some new shops in SoHo. I attempted to hit up the Halloween Parade but left by the time I saw my third Lady Gaga costume. Besides it was suffocating, 6th ave was crowded and swampy as fuck and I had on my new converses. Don't play. Anyway, people seemed to take Halloween really seriously this year. A lot of people dressed up and the 2010 parade was certainly more crowded than 09's.

In other irrelevant news, I finally found a hairstylist [thank you makeupalley!] and got a sick haircut from her at a discounted rate. I was so pleased with the final result though, that I felt a duty to  hook her up nice on the tip. [I take pride in being an excellent tipper! Just today I tipped the guy who made my Mexican food 60%.] So my hair is now this cute, choppy, angular-ish bob - similar to the A-line cut that started my short hair love affair back in December 07. Now that my hair is in shape doesn't mean I'm taking the time to actually do it though. Me and my comfortable ass. Don't even get me started on the fact that I still haven't started yoga, and that mat that I so hurriedly scrambled to get is now collecting dust under my coffee table. And don'ttttttt evennnn get me started on the fact that I still need to find a decent manicurist, waxer, personal chef and driver.


And now, a few things I have learned these past few weeks:

Some things [ie: opinions] don't have to be totally true to resonate. I learned this from blogging and various other bloggers. We all just wanna be understood, you know?

"Dream jobs aren't a gamble. Dream jobs are a hustle." She says some crazy shit some most of the time, but CokeTalk had a point there. Who else thinks she's way older than 30 though?

Being an entrepreneur takes a lot of hard work and a lot of time and people don't always see that - they see the end result, the oohs the ahhs, the accolades, the whip, the clothes, the watch, the shoes, the accomplishments, the clout! They don't see the blood, sweat and tears. I had a girlfriend that I usually go dancing with open up to me about the hard work that entrepreneurship entails, and I said to myself, 'May I never superficially envy anyone again.' It's long hours and it's often lonely ones [which can be rough stuff for some]. I mean, they call it a hustle for a reason. Why is it so hard? Well I assume because doing your own thing means going against the grain. Going against the grain always proves to be difficult. We're supposed to go to school, get jobs, work our way up and slave our asses and lives away in order to put big money in the pockets of the big guy. That's considered the easy, safe, normal way. If you think that's not what we're doing, you're highly mistaken. It's okay to work for these huge corporations - what choice do we have in the beginning really? But it's also important to know the inner workings of places like that, and what your role and value really is. The sooner you realize that, the quicker you are able to get out. That or whenever you come across enough funding for your next venture.

Man I can certainly go off on a tangent, can't I?

And some things I always knew: 

I'm disgusted by cigarette smoke and smokers, but more so, I hate people who smoke in clubs. Like damn, it's a confined space man! Fuck up your own health, gracias! I went to LeSouk last night for some last minute dancing with my buddy and the smoke was just killing me. I'm here trynna dance and instead I'm coughing up a lung. EFF YOU! Yes LeSouk I did just air out your dirty laundry... Now do something about it. [And yes, I know it's a hookah bar, and a dope one at that, but the hookah smoke doesn't irritate me for whatever reason. Still won't smoke it though, nuh-uh.]

Good girlfriends are priceless. A handful of them listened to me whine and piss and moan this week more than all the men in my life combined. Bless their spirits for that!!!

I like to smell like cake. I scampered into Sephora and copped a perfume and body butter that makes me smell like the divine holy baby jesus trinity and warm vanilla cupcakes all swirled into one. Pacifica's Indian Coconut Nectar, you own me. Lord have mercy!!!*

I cannot lie. A dude said some funny [see: trifling] shit to me and I couldn't even say fuck off,  [at least not until I meant it] because I actually liked him. Soon enough he'll be lucky if my eyelash even points his way.

I cannot stay quiet about something that's making me unhappy. I lasted 3 days at a potential second job of mine because the conditions were just so ugh. And the money wasn't making up for it either. At the end of the day, I want success and financial happiness but not at the expense of my damn dignity. I need that paycheck, but I don't need it that much. I am conscientious of never letting myself get in a position where that's the case.

Speaking of new ventures and money and all that usual bullshit, I have something up my sleeve. Of course I do. 2011 is a mere two months away, and let's just call it 'The Year of the Hustle'. It took me a long time to realize that I'm in an ideal position in life and nothing is really holding me back - so it's time to soar and show this world that I'm hungry. Hungry and muthafuckin magnificent!** Call me a rapper why don't you!

This would usually be a perfect moment for a "Whip My Hair" sentiment but like my new pal said "You let a 9 year old [Willow] control your body movements and how you carry yourself. #IMGOOD." She told it like it was and I had to be with it. I luh da kids but c'mon son. We grown.

Remember to be smart and keep it gully.

*I am surely going to hell for my incessant, inappropriate blasphemy. It kinda gives me a rush though.

**I'm probably the only girl you know who can rock diamonds and heels; do brunch, the club, and an exhibit [Chaos and Classicism at the Guggenheim anyone?], mingle effortlessly with businessfolk and still keep it real and tell a muthafucka off like his Momma never did. It takes a certain mix of pride and lack thereof to fully commit that way. Welcome to my world. It's a whole lotta fun here.

Thursday, October 28, 2010


After sharing my official A-List, it occurred to me that it was a pretty general and safe list, and there are many interestingly random things about the opposite sex that I consider green lights or deal breakers. These things really have no rhyme or reason, I just get an immediate "That's hot" or "That's a no go" reaction. And so, I thought it'd be fun to share them. 

A-List Addendum: 

Pets. If he's a pet person, lives with pets, wants pets,  grew up with pets - I'm not sure where it's gonna go. I haven't really run into this problem yet but I know it would become an issue. I mean, don't get me wrong I like animals, but don't get me wrong, I don't want them in my house; stinking up my furniture, taking all my money, whimpering at the foot of my bed, pooping in my shoes. I'll pass. I remember someone once telling me "That's very Dominican of you." Well hey, my Dad had plastic on the living room furniture, so what can I say? [He was doing the most with those white couches and a full house though!] Do I think pets are on the same level as humans? Absolutely not. Do they deserve love and adequate care? Of course. They just won't be getting it from me, in my damn house! 

Basketball. If I find out a guy plays ball and plays it well, I am ready to go like yesterday. And after my hot flash is over, I'll usually ask them if I can watch them play sometime. [Is that weird?] Why this is, I don't know. I can't play basketball in the slightest and I don't know any of the technical terms beyond a lay-up but lawd knows I'll sit there and watch a whole game in anticipation. Anticipation for what you may ask? *Shrug* All I know is that the combo of fit men of the cinnamon and chocolate variety running around all fast [possibly shirtless], while being all aggressive and gazelle-like gets me instantly giddy and sweating like a whore in church. 

Flip flops. Like my enemies and full on coitus, I feel as though a man's feet are something I should not see in public. So flip-flops and other sandal-like footwear are to be banned from my ideal man's arsenal. Now if he has nice feet, I might feel differently, and will deal with that on a case by case basis. For the record, I have very nice feet. 

Freaks. This is actually a turn off. There's nothing that makes my stomach turn faster than when a man has yet to learn my last name yet wants to know of my sexual preferences. Stop being a pervert!  If a man tells me he's a freak and would do anything once, I'm turned off. Because as with all things, I think one should be balanced, and everyone should have a limit. A guy who says he's a freak and acts like it all the time just makes me think he's the kind of person who would let a dog lick his balls because - hey, why not?  Yuck. Also, what is the point in telling me you think I'm a freak... Like I'm just supposed to lean in your ear and whisper "That's because I am" reassuring wink and all? Why is my perceived sexual prowess up for discussion in the first 10 minutes?

And this last one, I am torn on... A guy who likes to shop. I mean, I think shopping well and often goes hand in hand with being stylish, and a stylish man is a sought after man. But I can't help feeling a little funny if he happens to have more shoes than me. Or if he knows more about diamonds and cashmere and thread counts than me. *side eye* At that point I'm kinda like "Aren't you supposed to be watching the game?! Or chopping up some wood or something? Gah dam."

Gender roles for the win y'all.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Wednesday, October 20, 2010


Time is our most valuable asset because you only have it once, and once you spend it, it's impossible to get back.

Spending money on things that are really important or the things that need the most work will make your dollar go farther. I drop more dollars on quality natural food and skin care products than I'll drop on T-shirts and skinny jeans. And in the future I know I'm more interested in a nice house in a great neighborhood than a decent 2 bedroom with a closet full of Birkins.

Here's a quote I love that goes along with both of those sayings: Each of us reveals our true priorities by how we spend two things: our money and our time... When we are aware of how we spend those two resources, we can shift them to align with our values.

Style is really about a great fit, balanced proportions and mix of color, pattern and texture.

Blond hair is only for the fair-skinned. I know this, and I know this for sure.

So many small things take away from your credibility - whether it's white lies, being consistently late, or a tattoo on your face.

If you want a successful and happy life you must make good decisions, you must take your life seriously and you have to be a go-getter. There is no other way. Period.

Being a highly attractive woman of color will eliminate most, if not all racism one would experience as an average woman of color. With that being said, the amount of sexism and misogyny you experience as a highly attractive woman will be triple that of any average woman of any race.

Faking and fronting especially in love and relationships only gets you an artificial result. Nothing wrong with flirting and keeping it lighthearted with someone you like but I wouldn't advise playing mind games and pretending as if you're not digging them because all that does is waste time and as we've already learned, one's time is extremely important.

Being independent and taking care of yourself and your own things/life will never backfire. Ever. I promise you that.

The key to life is... dun dun dun... balance. Nothing in excess, nothing in deficit. I strongly believe that even too much of something good will work to your detriment. If you're not sure what balance entails, think of opposites and try to find a middle ground between them. Another good word is "well-rounded". If you argue the necessity of balance in one's life, you might just be imbalanced.

Everyone likes a confident and happy person. And those who appear not to, are just envious.

More to come in the "Advice + Prosperity" category...

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Laws III

Law 25
Re-Create Yourself

Do not accept the roles that society foists on you.  Re-create yourself by forging a new identity, one that commands attention and never bores the audience.  Be the master of your own image rather than letting others define if for you.  Incorporate dramatic devices into your public gestures and actions – your power will be enhanced and your character will seem larger than life.

I agree with this wholeheartedly. The world is already running ragged with cookie cutter, society-approved types and frankly, I'm sure if you dug deep down you'd realize that's not meant for you anyway. I do feel that everyone should be themselves, while at the same time being the best they can be. Being realistic and balanced is also key. You don't want to be so extreme that you seem abnormal to everyone, nor do you want to maintain unreasonable expectations toward your life and personality. It's all a delicate struggle. But I will say that people usually respond quite positively to genuine, deep rooted confidence. And if you are missing that my friends, fake it until you make it.

Law 26
Keep Your Hands Clean

You must seem a paragon of civility and efficiency: Your hands are never soiled by mistakes and nasty deeds.  Maintain such a spotless appearance by using others as scapegoats and cat’s-paws to disguise your involvement.

Ugh. I disagree with this. Not only because it's nasty but it can backfire - and remember what we talked about concerning your reputation? Better to be known for making a few mistakes than be known for climbing to the top on everyone's backs. I think that instead of this vile approach, better to make yourself known as an honest, just person who presents themselves with integrity. That way when you make a mistake [because you will, we are human after all], you'll be in a position where your peers respect you so much they will most likely brush it off.

Sunday, October 10, 2010


I just have to say that for the past few years, Sarah Jessica Parker [forever known as Carrie in my eyes] has made visible roots and hippie-esque curly hair look really fucking good.

 The full look:

Sigh. Love  her.


Sometime in the beginning of September was Fashion Week in New York City. Although I love shopping and beautiful garments, I feel like fashion week just perpetuates the notion of the fashion world being very superficial and exclusive. But enough about that. Over 75 designers participated in Fashion Week this year [I don't think I can even name 25 designers], a few of them being old-timers like Donna Karan and Tommy Hilfiger. Now Donna Karan is one haggard lookin' broad, but she does make some bangin runway clothing. Props where props are due. Like I would totally wear this, and this. Ooh and this [eyyy... tell me homegirl doesn't have some serious swag?!] Other runway standouts include Tracy Reese, Monique Lhuillier [oooh sparkly] to name a few.

I went out on September 10th for Fashions Night Out because I missed last years and I wanted to see what all the hoopla was about. I also wanted to show NYC that I had a passion for fashion... Ahem. I picked up a pair of Sam Edelman thigh high brown leather boots in Union Square and after a pit stop at Chipotle with Redd, I ran off to SoHo to battle what I knew would be masses of people. In short, it was amazing. All of New York's youth came out in their Sunday best, and I wish I had taken better pictures [I only had my blackberry]. All I got was a bunch of fuzzy shots of the fashionistas swarming the SoHo Sephora because Gwen Stefani was in there. But I didn't really care because Gwen Stefani can't even dance so I was like, *shrug*.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Friends & Foes

[Editors note: I totally forgot I wrote this a while back and I'm not sure why I hadn't yet put it up. I must have been mad when I wrote it because it is FIYAH! Enjoy.]

I will admit [and stand by the fact] that I have bugged the fuck out on some people. Most people have chosen to bow out of my life gracefully rather than get on my bad side. Others have stepped into the kitchen only to realize they couldn't handle the heat. I wonder if that misstep remains one of their biggest regrets?

I am a lofty, understanding, logical person. Most things don't bother me and I don't consider myself a petty or negative individual. I do however demand respect, consideration and understanding since I give it in heaps. When I don't receive it in return, generally the relationship goes out the window.

People seem to expect very little from their friends nowadays. My requirements for friends are almost as extensive as my A-List. [See my B-List.]

I have a little saying and it goes "I treat people how they deserve to be treated." I am of the belief that not everyone deserves my kindness and those same fools definitely don't deserve my time.

There are certain qualities I keep an eye out for when it comes to making friends. I like intelligence, drive and honesty. A good moral character and a good genuine heart are essential. It's a plus if they are attractive and presentable. Whoever disagrees with that last one must not live in New York City and/or go out much.

What I won't tolerate are slackers, attention whores, idiots, arrogance, low self-esteem, tempers, druggies and alcoholics, constant negativity, creepers [oh the range of characters that "creepers" encompasses!] manipulators [I encounter this far more frequently than the oft hated "liar"], all about me-ers, class clowns, homebodies, parents [not at my age], die-hard republicans, and all the people in this life who aren't true and pure and real. I understand these requirements rule out 99% of mankind, but I'm okay with that. I am perfect and I don't have patience for any of that shit. Those are people I don't deal with anymore

People who don't know how to act don't last long in my world either. Mistakenly trying to cramp my style will not get you another invite out with me, period. If we go out and you're in the corner complaining and on your phone - see ya! - I'm off to have fun and find a new friend. Expecting to ride in on my awesome coat tails? Enhhh wrong! Next contestant.

In all seriousness, it must suck to be nexted.

Anyway. Another no can do are delusional individuals. I cannot tell you how many "ballers" who "pop champagne with models" I know who live at home and have no money. Fresh kicks and a cut and frontin' extra hard. Get a fucking reality check. I know where you live - in a 3 bedroom apt with your aunt, grandma, mom, 6 cousins and 3 friends to boot. Shut the fuck up or at least get acquainted with some "real talk".

I just can't do it y'all.

I can rag on these guys because I live in New York City [not the hood], alone, for a price that would make your jaw drop. I do not depend on Mommy and Daddy's money and haven't since I was 17 [and my dependence on them prior to that age is debatable]. I hustle and work my ass off, and I have NEVER shown or sold my ass to do it [shout out to all the "model/singer/actresses" out there trynna make it!] Basically what I'm trynna say is I'm ill! [Rahhh rahhh!] andddd you need to get on my level. 

Seriously though, I do my thang, and shout out to all the young'ns out there doing the same. Not only that but I have real sheets and real dishes, a stocked fridge, and a closet that could rival Carrie Bradshaw's. Now all I need is a Beamer, Benz [preferably] or Bentley, and a book deal and I'm ready to go.

With all this being said, I am not quick to anger. I'm huge on communication and I'm not scared to confront anyone or bring up an issue. As a matter of fact, a lot of the time I hesitate to speak because I'm thinking of a way to bring the issue up without the guilty party resorting to tears. But I'll admit, sometimes all the tact in the world can't save the defendant from my verbal guillotine.

I'm a jerk...

I know.

Sunday, September 26, 2010


Please update your bookmarks to

I'm not sure if it makes a difference to anyone [or my tracker], but I just wanted to make an official announcement that the domain has been mine. MWAHWHAWHHWHAHWA!!!

Also shout out to Denmark! I can see on my stats that you've been reading BlueShame faithfully and it makes me totally school-girl excited to know that people outside of the U.S. are interested in what this snobby ass New Yorker has to say. Other countries of note: Singapore, Argentina, New Zealand and Romania. I kind of wanna say 'Where the hell is Romania?' but how ignorant is THAT, so instead I'll say keep reading and I'll keep writing.

I may not say a word but I notice and acknowledge every single person who takes the time to acknowledge me and my little page.

The love is amazing.

Thank you kindly,
Lady Blue 

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

NyMag's 21 Questions

Name: Lady Blue
Age: 22
Neighborhood: New York City [the vagueness kills you, doesn’t it?]
Occupation: Blogger/Slacker/Go-Getter

Who's your favorite New Yorker, living or dead, real or fictional?
Carrie from Sex and The City is such a cliché answer, but we all know the reason why she's so infamous. She represents a lot of young female New Yorkers and her story and "life" resonates very strongly amongst us. Kelly Cutrone is great, but I love her in the way that you can love someone you've never met and only heard and seen which is to say, not really at all. I wanna say John D. Rockefeller just for that bad-ass name - but I don’t really know who my favorite New Yorker is. I suppose it’s not important.

Weak intro!

[EDIT: Upon further review four months later, I'm shocked I didn't blurt out the real object of my adoration, New Yorker or not: Lady Gaga. So, I stand corrected. The reason being I find her to be highly intelligent and a true hustler - a blonde reminder of myself.]

What's the best meal you've eaten in New York?
I don't think I've had one bad meal in this city. And that's saying a lot for a constantly dissatisfied, bored, condescending bitch.  

In one sentence, what do you actually do all day in your job?
Brainstorm about my relatable experiences or advice I can give, write about it, edit out all personal details and offensive material [80% of my post] and then publish it!

What was your first job in New York?
I was a live in nanny which was fine except for the live-in part, but even that I don’t totally mean because I lived in Chelsea and was close to all the “hot spots”. I put it upon myself though, I was in such a rush to live in the city, and that was the only way I knew how to immediately make it happen.

What's the last thing you saw on Broadway?
In The Heights, before that it was Mamma Mia like two years back, then a few years before that it was STOMP [does that even count?] and before that it was Beauty and the Beast in the THIRD GRADE. I didn’t get out much as a kid.

Do you give money to panhandlers?
Whenever I feel threatened or whenever their story makes me feel a really unbearable, crippling sadness. Which is more often than you think and I expect.

What's your drink?
CAIPIRINHA. Shit is like wired lemonade. Amazing. Brazil lives!

How often do you prepare your own meals?
About 3 times a week, usually something simple and quick like pasta, or bacon and eggs or cereal. Ahem.

What's your favorite medication?
I hate ALL drugs, but if it comes down to it Advil usually does the trick. Oh! And any skincare meds… they keep my skin clear and glowing!

What's hanging above your sofa?
If I had a sofa I would just put it in the middle of the room. Because I’m obnoxious.

How much is too much to spend on a haircut?
$100+ I mean it’s an art but it’s not that much of an art. DEVACHAN SALON I’M LOOKING AT YOU!

When's bedtime?
Lately it’s been whenever I’m sleepy. I gave up on trying to rise and shine at the crack of dawn everyday and going to bed at a “reasonable time”. Someone once told me to just sleep whenever I felt sleepy which I thought was great advice, even though she was severely depressed. We all know time is a social construct anyway... [O_o]

Which do you prefer, the old Times Square or the new Times Square?
Can’t we just have a nice middle ground? A huge ferris wheel, starbucks flavored cotton candy and Duane Reade vending machines that sell soda pop, crack and condoms? Times Square? Call me.

What do you think of Donald Trump?
When I think of Donald Trump, I think of the power of hype, but I also think about his daughter Ivanka, which never fails to creep me out because I feel like her face is way too reminiscent of a Barbie Halloween mask to be normal. Hallelujah!

What do you hate most about living in New York?
High cost of rent, the competition in some careers/jobs, the dirt, all the fucking people!!! [sometimes], the crazies, the bullshitters, the posers and the fact that it can be hard to line up schedules and actually chill with people because everyone’s working 3 jobs to stay afloat. So that’s all :)

Who is your mortal enemy?
All the people who passed on interviewing me because I didn’t have a college degree!

When's the last time you drove a car?
The last time I tried to learn in like 2006. Twenty minutes and many tears later I decided, ‘This shit ain’t for me and I’m moving to New York City.’

How has the Wall Street crash affected you?
Bankers aren’t as quick to make it rain on me at the club.

Times, Post, or Daily News?
I read the NYT when I can get my hands on it.

Where do you go to be alone?

What makes someone a New Yorker?
If you feel as comfortable in a swanky club as you do in a hole-in-the-wall pub, you’re a New Yorker. If you hang out in Harlem and in SoHo, you’re a New Yorker. If you've been to the Central Park Zoo and the Bronx Zoo you’re a New Yorker. This city is all about change and discovery and different cultures and lives coming together. If you only live and breathe in one area of this city with the same type of people, then boy you’re missing out! Oh and, you’re not really a New Yorker.

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