Whenever My Fella goes out of town, I revert to my natural, feral state.
For example, guess what I had for breakfast, lunch, AND dinner?
A thermos of coffee and two chocolate cupcakes.
It was glorious and I regret nothing.
Also, NPR’s reign of terror is temporarily suspended in favor of 102 JAMZ.
Today’s weather report:
Announcer 1: Y’all, the high is 70 today. Seventy.
Announcer 2: How ’bout traffic?
Announcer 1: Traffic? Yeah, naw, there’s no accidents on the road.
At which point they moved on to more pressing business: a recap of VH1’s Love & Hip Hop‘s season 6 premiere, which I’ll briefly summarize.
The Good: Papoose and Remy; it’s been a rocky road for these lovebirds, but things are on the upswing: in addition to enjoying married life, Remy’s reclaiming her musical crown after 6 1/2 years on the inside.
[Also, sidebar: Yandy and Mendeecees and their babies. Officially the cutest.]
[Sidebar of sidebar: Decidedly less cute are Rah Ali’s clients, Sexxy Lexxy and Miss Moe Money — aka BBOD, aka “Bad b!+c#3$ on Deck” — who need to, in the words of their long-suffering manager, stop “acting a complete fool,” both onstage and off. After all, “[these] b!+c#3$ don’t pay [her] mortgage.” So take note: There will be no busting of heads on Rah’s watch.]
The Bad: WHERE WAS CARDI B?!?*
The WTF: Peter keeping both of his women, Amina and Tara, in the same apartment building. In fact, right down the hall from each other!
General consensus from our reviewers seems to be that two-timing is bad enough, but lazy, half-@$$3d two-timing is worse, b/c cheaters should least expend some effort given what they’re getting out of the deal. Which is a lot, and far more than they deserve.
And I have to say, I don’t disagree with that assessment.
Bonus cultural commentary: Unlike their Southern counterparts, New York people are “aggressive, always popping off.” This, conclude our reviewers, is probably what leads to a lot of these confrontations. Then again, such qualities are probably why this show takes place in NYC rather than RDU.
Sometimes I wish we had TV, because I think I need to start watching this show.
The house is clean, clean, clean, and I am enjoying every second of it because Flophouse Chic is not my personal aesthetic. I love My Fella, but in some crucial ways, he was not raised right. But then, boys almost never are, so I try not to hold it against him.
Sort of the way I try not to hold it against the Boxhound when she eats a clothes hanger. Which she has done lately.
*And before you ask, as I did, ‘WHO is Cardi B?’ the answer is, APPARENTLY EVERYTHING YOU NEVER KNEW YOU WERE MISSING OUT ON IN YOUR LIFE.