HOLD UP!!! Khloe Kardashian and Los Angeles Laker Lamar Odom tied the knot?
Kardashian met Odom just ONE MONTH AGO(?) and and the couple was reportedly working on a prenuptial agreement(?)....
And Odom's teammates Luke Walton and Sasha Vujacic attended the ceremony, along with Lakers coach Phil Jackson?...WTF???????
Not only is Odom "beyond the brink," but I just threw up (sound effects here). Dude you don't marry no broad you met a month ago!!! ...Especially a Kardashian!!! I can't believe this mess.
You know what?... I'm jus going to keep this real. This one goes out to all the pregnant women who feel entitled to reap all hell just because you're pregnant: I ain't buying it. Yes, you are pregnant. Yes, you are susceptible to mood swings due to hormonal changes. And yes you are possibly tripping because you've gained a gang of weight and some permanent stretch marks....
But enough is enough! If you don't think the father is pregnant with anticipation, stress, the unknown, worry, lifestyle change, financial reconfigure etc.... (and Heaven help a father if he's having a girl. He's prolly looking up firearms and preparing himself to block any image of his daughter EVER having sex).
But fuck that. If a pregnant woman can't get a valid perspective that the father is pregnant too, and that he's tripping just as hard as she is--but in his own different way, then I say your belly is half baby and half full of shit!
Yup, I said it. Because it needs to be said. And if I had it in me to call you "bitch," then I'd do that too.
All of a sudden I'm questioning "mixed" folks. Meaning: What are y'all?... For the most part I always considered anyone mixed with Black as "Black." But after watching this video and just thinking about the times when I've been confronted with the actual identity of some mixed folk, the question clearly stands with the reality of YOU ARE MIXED. So just what are you?
Now don't get me wrong, you don't have to choose. And then again, you can choose if you want to... But it would be remiss to think that just because you're "mixed" (with let's say Black and White) you are one and not the other. The truth is your are both, right?
Yet I know some Mixed folk who have clearly chosen to be Black vs. the Whiteness of one of their parents. And that's cool. I guess... After all, It's not my dilemma.
The historical rules of this society have labeled a person to be "Black" if you have one drop of Black blood in you. But I now see that's just a societal term or thought. It really doesn't embody the truth of what a mixed person is. It only deems how society is "supposed" to think about you.
However some of you have clearly decided to be just "Black." And some resist being put in a box of just "Black."
Personally I've never associated "Black" with being a real lael of race. I'm saying you got Persians in Persia, you got Indians in India, you got Chinese in China etc.... But where is the country Black? Or just as valid, where is the country of White?...
Sure I get the convenience of those labels, but I think our society has become lazy when it comes to acknowledging each other. Then again, are we moving towards a colorless society, or at least a society where color doesn't really matter?
I dunno.... But I do that it is important to some people. So it'll always be an issue. So to at least help me and the rest of the world figure it, please take the poll below.
And is it politically correct to capitalize the word "Mixed?" I I always capitalize Black, White and so on... And I know it's like a matter of choice. I guess I'm kinda wondering if "Mixed" is the new race.
I find it interesting that Sister2Sister was
quick to bash OTV while WhiteWomenBlackMen.com was quick to read what
it was about and respectfully left it out of their cypher.
In sum, Sister2Sister is just the type of thing that brings OTV to fruition. Thanks. Sistas!
Puerto Rico: The Land of Drizzles If you're reading this it's because I've had enuff baby mama drama, not enuff drizzles and the picky freak in me was restless. So as a result I bounced to Puerto Rico. Who knows if I'll ever return... But I did by a round trip ticket so I guess I'll have to call it a much needed vacation for DPM.
Of course I'll keep you posted because "the Verge" is with me. Meaning: Things could get interesting.
My plans are to drink drizzles and drink more drizzles and be sour cream free while I spend my wad thanks to the White Girl Free Fund--By the Way, I will be "White Girl Free!"
It's been my long time theory that we are all "freaks" who extremely enjoy sex... Meaning: We ALL have a side of us that enjoys and embellishes in sexual pleasures. The only lines of separation are the ones that we draw to as how we express that "freaky" side of ourselves...
I'm sure that by now B. Smith is reading and thinking, "DPM, what are you saying?...."
Well B., what I'm saying is that we ALL are freaks. And it's okay! Feel me (pun intended). We're all just different kind of freaks. That's all.
For instance some of us may be...
Suppressed Freaks: A person who is an ultra sex freak, but has been unable to enjoy their freaky side because they ain't matched up with the right freaky person. Sometimes this stems from a stifled childhood.
Closet Freaks: This is a broad category because it umbrellas all the freaky personalities that contain the type of freaks that appear to be unassuming "freaks." That is, these freaks are the ones you'd least expect. They look, act and come off as "innocent" but they're just undercover professional freaks. This list can include the following subgroups of freaks:
Librarian Freaks
Closet Freaks
Church Freaks
Freshman Freaks
Shy Freaks
This list goes on...
Then you got Inhibited Freaks: Those who feel the vibe to be freaky but just cain't let loose for some reason. Often times alcohol or such can assist these freaks to let go. But for the most part, they are exploding inside trying to tap into their comfort zone. I feel sorry for these folks. If you are one these, I suggest you examine yourself closely. Watch a movie Limewire has plenty.
CraigList Freaks: If you ain't knowing, you'd be surprised. I know a dude who damn near every time we kick it, he has to duck and dive like, "Awe shit. I hooked up with her on CraigsList's Casual Encounters..." But what kills me about him is they all the women be TOE UP. I think he said he meet a notch on there once and he tried to keep it going but she never returned his call after their initial "casual encounter." What killed me about him was that he was perplexed at why she didn't holla back. I was like, "Dude, she meet you on casual encounters... Get a clue!..."
...an answer: DPizM at your service! Yes, this is your chance to ask DPM about his universal DPizM. In other words, What do you want to know? I'm choosing to be available because I'm not too personal and some of my readers have asked me questions that I've just ignored in the past (don't take it personal). So while I'm still alive, dying slowly, and up to it, I'm open. Holla and I will gladly holla back. Feel free to comment or email: dpm@onthevergeofdatingwhitegirls.com.
I use to quickly hate on Black women who didn't wear their hair naturally, but the more honest I was with myself, I realized that I liked Black women in all creative styles, dreadlocks, bald heads, perms or whatever.
I then adopted the belief that Perms, colored braids, fake hair, etc. were just African in essence. I'm saying, Black people are creative and the use of abstract colors or synthetic compliments is something--I'm convinced--we just do.
So while there are some who hate, ridicule and point out weaves and what not, I just want my beautiful Black women to know that DPM loves the creative display of Black women and their hair.
All I'm saying, is wear it well. If it looks good. It looks good. but if it looks bad... Yes, it looks bad.
I normally don't call women bitches in public. Sometimes I'm tempted. So I like to think "Bitch" really hard and make them feel it raher than hear it. It even feels better this way sometimes...
I just happen to live near the most hectic third-world-like chaos of a grocery store where navigating the aisles can feel like fender-to-fender bicycle ridding in China on a Mary Poppins cruiser...
Needless to say, it gets hectic. People cut you in mid stride or walk really slow in the only crack of traffic available. And if you are in the store 15 min before it closes, the produce dudes begin to pull up rugs and put away produce right in front of you with a bunch of, "Excuse me Sir"s...
But I ain't detoured. In fact I'll bump the shit out your little ass just to let you know that I am The Blackest Black Man Ever and I'mma get my Zucchini. Plus I see what you're doing: You're trying to punk the customers to get the fuck out. "Pathigga please... I got 15 minutes."...
Yeah, I got a White Bronco. A 1990 to be exact. I don't think it's the exact year of the one OJ was smashing in 1994, but it's close enuff...
When I first got it, I was just thinking of using it for my DeePiuM errands, but I found that the White Bronco was more fitting than my BMW. I cain't really explain. It is what it is. I swear I get a lot of tickets...
On the flip side, I get a lot of head nods from other brothas and every now and then people ask me if I got OJ hiding in the back or do I have any blood on my interior.
I call her the "Juice Truck" after OJ Simpson's nick name, "The Juice" and his 1974 movie, "The Juice is Loose." My son even calls it the "Juice Truck." I gotta feeling that one day it'll hit him in math class and he'll be like, "Oh... I get it. The JUICE TRUCK!" and he tell stories abt how his father named his Truck after OJ Simpson blah, blah, blah...
Overall, it feels Very DeePiuMish to roll my V8,manual 5 speed (yes it is a stick), Juice Truck. It just does. Like I said, I cain't' explain it.
The Verge is an interesting place where you can slip and fall at any time... Basically, grip, stability and style are essential. These are my suggestions...
