Chivalry is dead!

Eureka!

COMING SOON.

Y.G.B

Nina Simone sang..

To be young, gifted and black,
Oh what a lovely precious dream
To be young, gifted and black,
Open your heart to what I mean

In the whole world you know
There are billion boys and girls
Who are young, gifted and black,
And that's a fact!

Young, gifted and black
We must begin to tell our young
There's a world waiting for you
This is a quest that's just begun

When you feel really low
Yeah, there's a great truth you should know
When you're young, gifted and black
Your soul's intact

Young, gifted and black
How I long to know the truth
There are times when I look back
And I am haunted by my youth

Oh but my joy of today
Is that we can all be proud to say
To be young, gifted and black
Is where it's at


Song writer: Bill Withers


 

Give up my gun? I'm female, not stupid!

I have always called men chauvinists especially ones I have met who have lived up to the title, but I am here to say I have met their master. I have met someone who puts a whole new spin to the term MALE CHAUVINISTIC PIG. Thinking about him, his speech and his mannerism gets my blood bursting out of my pores and  I literally break into hives. I have heard of ignorant male supremacists but I never thought in my wildest dreams I would come across one, without a gun in my possession.

 

Is it just me or has the world evolved? Is it just me or are women more than mules that men can ride until they buckle and let up? Well he sure as hell did not not seem to think so. I hate how these beasts use culture as a shield to justify their ignorance. I came across a man who has never heard of evolution. As far as I'm concerned he was raised by wolves in a cave and that stands until the contrary is proven. So in a nutshell what transpired was we had a brief meeting and we were introduced and he left. Upon his his return he found his friend in the kitchen cooking. He continued to speak in his mother tongue assuming of course that because of my accent and the way I was dressed that I had no idea as to what he was saying. He actually went on discussing me in my presence because I guess to him I was not black?!

I was shocked at the fact that by finding his friend in the stove he remarked, "I thought you had found something." I have a lot of talents but biting my tongue unfortunately is not one of them. He continued to make snide remarks and what shocked me was how he just continued oblivious to the fact that I understand and hear everything he is saying. Back to what he said, I was outraged jumped up and approached him. I asked him what any person in possession of all their devices would ask and that is WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHERE DO YOU COME FROM TALKING SH*T? So automatically just because he found his friend in the kitchen that minuses 50 marks off my score sheet and that invalidates me as a woman?  What he was saying inadvertently is that your value as woman is measured by the number of chores you can do and how far you are willing to go to being a robot.

 

I make absolutely no apologies or excuses for who and what I am. My worth is not in front of the stove or on the damn ironing board. I will never be compelled to bend over backwards for anyone just because they are in possession of some testicles. You earn your keep with me. I was not raised to be someones wife but I was raised to take care of myself and to be a strong and independent woman. Imagine being raised to be a wife and not a woman?  Your life is predetermined and that is all you will ever know or ever will be. Imagine living a life that limited, with no absolutely no opinion or mind of your own. Imagine living a life of subservience and that is all you know and not being able to make decisions for yourself ?  And all for what , upholding some cultural ideal that allows some brute to feel like half  a man?  Good thing they have mountain schools where parents allow their children to cut real school in order to be taught the reason why they are here in the first place, and that is to make a man happy. Screw them and if they are happy or not. If you want someone who starts bending over backwards the minute your car pulls up in the garage, start heading to the nearest village when these girls right of passage is almost done and go choose there,not here!

Good thing he understood that this is a jungle , stripes for stripes and spots for spots. Even better that his cultural background only allows him to stick to his own... Thank God! With that said I am not saying I don't do chores, I do and I do it better than most people I know, what I was saying however is that my value as a woman must not be attached to that. Taking care of a man is an honour that a woman does from her heart, it is not a job! I know what I have to do but I never want anyone to make me feel like I have to do it, or else everything I am or have is nothing just because I don't iron. Am I the only one who understands that we are all not raised them the same some people's norms are other peoples extremes and vice versa. Just becuse all I have known all my life is a tap and not a bucket does not mean I am less of a woman. We make do with what we are given and I was given a washing machine.

 

Kind Regards

Ms_Curvy

MADE YOU LOOK..

Some people are just born with it, and the rest spend their time chasing it. My choice of the look for the day definetely has it and she owns it. Its not very often that I see something that catches my eye and propels me to write about and give mention to it, but this ensemble has had me buzzing all day.

 Congratulations Miss Mogane I am honored to have your fabulosity grace my little page.
This is an elegant and effortless look that deserves a special mention and it will kick off the new development on my blog and that is Made you Look, my version of look of the day. With that said whoever feels like they have put together or have seen a well put together ensemblé please send it to Ms_Curvy @ turvy87@gmail.com and I will put it up on the Blog if it's worthy.

Ms_Curvy's travels.

I’m not an engineer nor have I ever been with one *frowns* I do however know that those people have built, on our own shores a master piece that for a very small fee you can ride. I don’t know about you but I have always loved reading and I lived most of my life on the silver screen. What struck me about these movies and books was the underground railway. That was until now, what set America and Europe apart from our little country but no more, the gap is getting smaller and smaller.

 America has its Subway and London its Tube and we now have the Gau Train. If you have been in the Gauteng Province and have never been on this modern day African marvel then shame on you. Besides its efficiency, comfort and lighting speed this is a ride I believe every person must go on if not once but often. I will not delve into its mechanical workings as I am no expert on that field but I will however touch on its FABULOSITY, and that ladies and gentlemen is something I hold a doctorate in. If Kimora Lee Simmons is the president of all things fabulous then I am her deputy.

We all love exclusivity and to escape from our dreary mundane lives into a world where everything is possible and attainable. Well even if it is just for 20 minutes, the ride on the Gau Train delivers this and it never disappoints. With every stop it’s as if you are transported further and further into a world you know is yours for the taking. Or maybe that’s just me. I feel at home every time I’m on it all that’s missing is a personal chef, masseuse and hairdresser I honestly could live there. You cannot talk about travelling in style unless you have boarded that train, trust.

 

 It has already been a year on the rails but it does not disappoint and it is all that it was said to be, no false advertising. What makes me a South African you ask? The damn GauTrain! This is just one of the things that make me proud to be South African. Next time your girlfriend moans about you not being romantic, take her on the train, that will be the best 35 minutes of silence money can ever buy.

       

I did a lot of things when I was in Johannesburg and one of those included riding this beast. I knew that leaving without doing it would be an injustice and all would not be well with my soul. I realise that a lot of you have not been on it and the last time and only time you saw it was on T.V when its arrival was advertised. Well fear not Ms_Curvy took the liberty of taking a lot of pictures and sharing them with you. Next time you are in Gauteng don’t even think twice just get on it.

The atmosphere is unlike no other think of it as an underground airport and it like an airplane on the rail. This is a first in Africa and it has lived up to its name let me tell you,it's all that and then some. Considering the fact that it is not too costly, everyone can ride like the other half do, just once.

                                                               

                                         

 

 

Wait till you see my smile..

With Missy Elliot She’s a bitch playing on the background I think without further explanation, people with half a brain can figure out what kind of day I’m having. I am having one of those I will slash your tyres, break every window, gag and tie up your mother with a smile kind of day. Not to mention that my motto for the day is “This is who I am, nobody said you had to like it.”

Steer clear of me, but for those who have already crossed my hot path today more especially a special  fella called Biker Boy, an ardent reader of my little blog, I would like to say sorry again more formally. Call it what you may moods or hormones whatever it is I have a lot of it today and it’s out of control. Iyanla Vanzant says don’t question what you feel, just feel it and it will pass. Here’s to hoping it will pass and soon.

Biker Boy this is your moment, thank you for reading whenever you find the time and thank you even more for wanting to meet me. Even if you were met with the iciest reception, I am humbled by your warm approach and the fact that you did not flinch or back down when I unleashed my fiery choice of words. I meant it when I said you are not the exception and that anyone in possession of testicles gets the very same treatment from me. Nonetheless I am really sorry you had to meet me like that and I really hope for mine and my blogs sake that will not change what you think of us both.

Some moron however is not making things any easier for me. Is it just me or isn’t it just INFURIATRING when an imbecile calls you, you try to call back and they bloody hang up and then don’t answer?! I mean you just called now!! This means you know you should not be calling me in the first place. Whoever this person is they better be lucky I don’t know who they are or where they live because there would be blood on the wall.  Don’t you just hate it when you don’t know who the person is and what’s even worse is finding out they are the last person you would want calling you anyway. I would like to impart 5 words of wisdom to whoever that person is and that is: SHIT HAS HIT THE FAN!

I don’t know why I am so hot and bothered nor do I care. I’m a woman this kind of sh*t happens just because you have a vagina, no other reason. This however is a one day phase and it will pass, I am a very happy person this being pissed for no apparent reason is not doing my skin any justice with all this involuntary frowning. The sun better come out tomorrow and by that I mean my smile.