Bald women! Are they sexy?
Current mood: inquisitive
Category: Life
Hey peeps, I know it's been awhile! Hope alls good wid you and yours.
Some years ago I had a chemical accident in the hairdressers and a lot of my hair fell out. I was devastated to say the least; I thought it was the end of the world. But I got through it with the support of my friends and peeps. I stared in the mirror and listened to my sista India Irie singing "I am not my hair" over and over. I believe it to be a great statement, oh so strong and so true. But the impact one's hair has on our appearance is also great.
My partner even offered to shave his head as well if I wanted to take the final plunge. I didn't do it, but he did and I loved his smooth round head for his thoughtfulness. Eventually, my hair grew back and I lived to fight many other battles lol.
My experience taught me: Sexy is no one thing but a combination of many things!!!
Anyhoo!!!
I was watching TV the other day and was surprised to see a bald shoot on Americas next top model, with all their shining glory, and I got to thinking again. Although I wouldn't do it myself, I think the bald look can be as sexy on some women as it is on some men.
Sweetz askz: In the society we live, are women with no hair still considered sexy?
Share your views peeps! Stay Blessed
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listening
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I Am Not My Hair
By
India.Arie
Release date: 2006-06-13
Here's a dilemma that's been hanging around my head awhile and it decided to share itself wid you all today.
I was in convo with my friend the other day and this subject came up. If a couple are in a relationship and one strays, this would be considered cheating. But what if one was Bisexual and had an affair with someone of the same sex. Would this also be considered cheating?
I believe cheating is cheating and the act is dishonest and therefore wrong. If one chooses to swing both ways, one partner would not be able to satisfy the craving for a bit of the other. So the relationship would be unfair from the get go, and seems to be destined to fail. As I've said before I'm as open-minded as anyone, each to their own philosophy, coz it's not my place to judge anyone.
2Sweetz askz
How could a bisexual person stay true to a relationship with their partner?
In an open relationship, where one accepts their partners outside 'urges' because they can't fulfil all their partners sexual needs. Would this justify ones actions and give them the right to continue?
Old Mums and Dads
Current mood: grateful
Category: Life
Hey peeps!
Hope all’s good wid you all, just sharing some thoughts, hoping you’ll share yours.
As some of you may already know I am the baby of my family. My Mum was well into her 40s when she had me. Although I have several siblings, they are much older and live abroad, so I was raised as an only child. I have nieces and nephews very close to my age.
To say I felt I had ’grandparents’ as parents would be an understatement, and many peeps often mistook my parents as such. Growing up I found it humiliating and most often embarrassing, but, so what! Many kids are embarrassed about their parents anyway. No big deal! Such is life!
The generation gap was wide between me and my parents, but if they didn’t make that decision to have another go, I would not be here. So I got to love and respect them for that.
When I first heard about these peeps in their 50s and 60s having babies, I was shocked to say the least. Check out this artical: Then I thought about it, envisioning myself without children and I felt differently. I realise, the pull to have a child is so great one would risk all to achieve their goal. I can’t imagine life without my children and I feel everyone should experience the joys and woes of raisin da Bratz (lol). We are meant to procreate, but circumstance may prevent peeps from having children at a so called ’respectable’ age.
Yet again women are victims of an unfair society, as many continue to ridicule/scorn both the so-called ’under-age’ and older Mums in the same way.
2Sweetz Questionz:
How old is too old or too young to become a parent?
Having children later in life has its pros and cons, is it a good choice? At what age should peeps stop having children?
Well Britney's done it again; she never fails to entertain us with her antics. One of these said antics got me thinking once again. Once again our Britney is in love. We know she is searching for something, but not sure if even SHE knows what it is.
News is, Britney may decide to convert to Islam for her new love. OK she is not the first and she won't be the last to make such a step. True or not, it is a big step, and I'd say not an easy one.
Anyhoo! Many peeps fall in love, it happens to the best of us. One minute we are sane then BANG! You have just been bitten by the love-bug. Sometimes this disease has some weird side effects, which allows one to sometimes act irrationally.
According to the press, Britney's state of mind is suspect, to say the least; she is willing to change her life to please her boyfriend's family. They haven't even been together that long. Don't get me wrong, I'm not hatin, Good luck to her, I say. I personally don't think I'd do anything so radical to please the future in-laws. How I see it, it would be nice if they approved of me.
I can only be myself, but if they don't like that, I don't give a flyin f**k.
Sweetz askz:
What would you do to get in with your future in-laws?
You all know I like to have a good laugh, so here's the continuation of my Make me Laugh pt1 blog, so here we go with part 2.
Have a laugh wid me 2!
A man with a 25 inch long penis goes to his doctor to complain that he is having a problem with this cumbersome instrument and has had more than one complaint.
"Doctor," he asked, in total frustration, "is there anything you can do for me?"
The doctor replies, "Medically son, there is nothing I can do. But, I do know this witch who may be able to help you." So the doctor gives him directions to the witch.
The man calls upon the witch and relays his story. "Witch, my penis is 25 inches long and I need help. Can anything be done to help me? You are my only hope."
The witch stares in amazement, scratches her head, and then replies, "I think I may be able to help you with your problem. Go deep into the forest. You will find a pond. In this pond, you will find a frog sitting on a log. This frog has magic. You say to frog, will you marry me? When the frog says no, you will find five inches less to your problem."
The man's face lit up and he dashed off into the forest. He called out to the frog, "Will you marry me?"
The frog looked at him dejectedly and replied, "NO."
The man looked down and suddenly his penis was 5 inches shorter.
"WOW," he screamed out loud, "this is great!" But it was still too long at 20 inches, so he decided to ask the frog to marry him again.
"Frog, will you marry me?" the guy shouted.
The frog rolled its eyes back in its head and screamed back, "NO!"
The man felt another twitch in his penis, looked down, and it was another 5 inches shorter. The man laughed, "This is fantastic." He looked down at his penis again, 15 inches long, and reflected for a moment. Fifteen inches is still a monster, just a little less would be ideal. Grinning, he looked across the pond and yelled out, "Frog will you marry me?"
The frog looked back across the pond shaking its head, "How many times do I have to tell you? NO, NO, NO!!!"
Sweetz sayz!
The moral of the story: "Be thankful for what you got" "You never know what you got, till it's gone!" lmbao
Your turn! Make me laugh!
Currently
listening
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Hurt, Pt. 1
By
Christina Aguilera
Release date: 13 November, 2006
Some of us can be so sarcastic sometimes. and others just don't see the humour. I found this and thought I'd share it with you all. Just for a laugh!!!
SMART ARSED ANSWER 5 It was mealtime during a flight on a British Airways plane: 'Would you like dinner?' the flight attendant asked the man seated in the front row. 'What are my choices?' the man asked. 'Yes or no,' she replied.
SMART ARSED ANSWER 4 A flight attendant was stationed at the departure gate to check tickets. As a man approached, she extended her hand for the ticket and he opened his trench coat and flashed her. Without blinking an eyelid she said, 'Sir, I need to see your ticket not your stub.'
SMART ARSED ANSWER 3 A lady was picking through the frozen turkeys at a branch of Sainsbury's store but she couldn't find one big enough for her family. She asked a passing assistant, 'Do these turkeys get any bigger?' The assistant replied, 'I'm afraid not, they're dead.'
SMART ARSED ANSWER 2 The policeman got out of his car and the boy racer he stopped for speeding, rolled down his window. 'I've been waiting for you all day,' the bobby said. The kid replied, 'Yes, well I got here as fast as I could.' When the policeman finally stopped laughing, he sent the kid on his way without a ticket.
SMART ARSED ANSWER OF THE YEAR A teacher at a polytechnic college reminded her pupils of tomorrow's final exam. 'Now listen to me, I won't tolerate any excuses for you not being here tomorrow. I might consider a nuclear attack or a serious personal injury, illness, or a death in your immediate family, but that's it, no other excuses whatsoever!' A smart-arsed chappie at the back of the room raised his hand and asked, 'What would happen if I came in tomorrow suffering from complete and utter sexual exhaustion?' The entire class was reduced to laughter and sniggering.
When silence was restored, the teacher smiled knowingly at the student, shook her head and sweetly said, 'Well, I suppose you'd have to write the exam with your other hand.
Sweetz commentz LMBAO What can I say, any more to to add?
Currently
listening
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No Argument
By
Bounty Killer
Release date: 01 January, 1996
Here I go again analyzing my old emails. Yes I know some of you may have read this one before, but it still made me wonder. If there was such a store what floor I would honestly stop at. Yes this could also be the Wifey Store too. Thought this was a goody, so I'm sharing.
Here goes it!
A store that sells husbands has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates.
You may visit the store ONLY ONCE!
There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights. There is, however, a catch ... you may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!
So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband.
On the first floor the sign on the door reads: Floor 1 - These men have jobs and love the Lord.
The second floor sign reads: Floor 2 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids.
The third floor sign reads: Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, and are extremely good looking. "Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.
She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads: Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop- dead good looking and help with the housework "Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!"
Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads: Floor 5 – These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop-dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic streak.
She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads:
Floor 6 - You are visitor 4,363,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please!
Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you exit the building, have a nice day!
Sweetz Askz: Isn't it just human nature to be inquisitive or is this a gender thing as the above seems to suggest?
If this store existed, would you use it?
If you did shop there, would you tell anyone?
Come on peeps! Share your thoughts with Sweetz
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reading
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TWO WOMEN.
By
Martina. Cole
Release date: 2005
As that dreaded time of year approaches, those who celebrate it call it Christ-mas. The time when children lose their minds on wishing for what they ain' got, rather than what they actually need. So I got to wondering about a few things and here's some of my thoughts.
The list gets longer and the presents more expensive every year. Why are we still buying them?Do we really believe if we say no and not give our children everything they want, that they will love us less? I say stop the madness and celebrate the precious gift of life.
This is real life, not a sitcom!
Our children don't want us to rob banks, get another job, divorce them or all of the above, just so they can get what they want? LMBAO!
So what should we to do? Teach them APPRECIATION! There are many children around the world who have to do without.
On the flip side, do we pledge to buy nothing and have a frugal time of meditation and reflection of what has been good for us in our past? Does one go to church for the one day so we can say we did it, but we don't know why, coz Jesus wasn't even born on that day.
My children will get presents because I love them and as a reward for their good deeds. I hope to spend the holidays enjoyin my family and friends around me, doin whatever is fun...strengthening my extended family unit, coz that's what it's all about for me.
There will be nuff lovin, there will be praise and there will be food, music etc... But there will be no damn mistletoe. Whose tradition is that anyway?
What's the season mean to you? Will you be celebrating under the mistletoe?
Seasons Greetings All Whatever your doin, do it right!
This is a bit of a follow-up of my first blog on this subject, check it out, click the link below if you haven't read it.
Anyhoo! Here's the scenario, Jeanette has been with her boyfriend for about 4 years. For the past 2 months there has been no sex or intimacy between them. When Jeanette did try to seduce her partner, he'd refuse her. Then he would start arguments about trivial things.
When Jeanette tries to discuss what is going wrong with their relationship, she is told to "grow up" and go get herself checked out (smear test), What the f**k for? She replied, "I had one two months ago". There has been evasive phone calls, although he would still answer his mobile phone in her presence, it would be a "yes" and "no" conversation overheard.
Weeks later he packs his stuff, sayin he's going on holiday "alone and he doesn't know when he's coming back". What da f**k? asks Jeanette, she still has no answers. Jeanette is at her wits end as she doesn't know where she stands.
According to my first blog Is They Cheatin? I'd say his behaviour is more than suspicious.
Sweetz askz: What do you think about this situation? Is he cheating? What advice would you give Jeanette?
Have some Empathy
Current mood: apathetic
Category: Life
Hey peeps!
Check out this story, a sad inspiration.
My mom only had one eye. I hated her... she was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students & teachers to support the family. There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me?
I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, "EEEE, your mom only has one eye!" I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. So I confronted her that day and said, " If you're only goanna make me a laughing stock, why don't you just die?!!!"
My mom did not respond...I didn't even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings. I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.
Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts.
Then one day, my mother came to visit me. She hadn't seen me in years and she didn't even meet her grandchildren. When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, "How dare you come to my house and scare my children!" GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!"
And to this, my mother quietly answered, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address," and she disappeared out of sight. One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity. My neighbours said that she died. I didn't shed a single tear.
They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.
"My dearest son,
I think of you all the time. I'm sorry that I came to your house and scared your children. I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I'm sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up. You see........when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine. I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.
With my love to you, Your mother.
Sweetz sayz! When I first read this, it made me so sad. Our society encourages perfection, which is impossible. Peeps with disabilities are shunned by many with no understanding. We need to try to empathise with our peeps, those that are less fortunate than ourselves. They are not to be scorned, stared at or ridiculed. Recognise that, disability could happen to anyone, at any stage in life.
Remember to show care to those around you because time passes quickly and we never know what day will be yours or their last as 2morrow might be 2late.
In this selfish world we live, is it so hard for us to try to show empathy?
Stay Blessed all!
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The Color Purple Release date: 26 March, 1997
Here I am just sharing the events of one of those days.
What was meant to be one all exiting day from the get go turn into the nightmare which I am gonna share wid you all. Now I'll set the scene.
It was a day of duel celebrations, my bestfriends birthday and the bridal shower of a mutual friend of ours. My bestfriend (lets call her Janice) was to be maid of honour at the wedding, therefore she was very instrumental in the planning of things. She had been going through stresses with the bride2be for months. It was the norm that us 4 girlfriends spent birthdays together and have a laugh doin girly-stuff etc.
Anyhoo as this was gonna be special it a bit of pressure (for want of a better word) on our friendship. The day was to begin early buying last minute gifts and cards then hooking up wid birthday-girly Janice and Pauline for the three of us drive to the venue 2gether.
Sounds simple enough? Only I had the wrong shoes on. So what? You might ask, they were fucking killing me and not made for running around the shops in (SHOES brand new and too sexy for shopping). So there I was running through my local shopping mall, dressed to kill mid day in the rain. Its too late for me to change so I venture on wid gritted teeth. So I'm more than pissed from the get-go.
To top it all, I've got Janice and Pauline doing tag on my mobile asking, where I'm at? Janice is cussing me, telling me to "wake the fuck up and get there, we late." I couldn't take any more so I hung-up the phone on her before she says any more and I go off on one, and we end up fighting and spoil her birthday. I'm flustered, in agony and more than a bit stressed, I jump on the first bus I recognise going in the right direction to Janice's new house (note: I had never used this route before). Finally off my feet, I settle down for the journey with my book for company. I ring them to say where I am and estimate how long I'm gonna be. Should be plain sailing from here right? Wrong!
When I look up from my book, the bus is pulling into its last stop and I'm nowhere near where I should be.I'm lost! I find out from the driver that I had a half mile walk back to Kings Cross because it's a one way route. "Oh 4fu*k sake" I say to myself, "I'm going home." I ring my friends to tell them the news, no ones happy wid me, but such is life. As I got stuff to take to the venue I am persuaded to jump on a train at Kings Cross and meet them at Elephant and Castle station. After my half mile hike and another half hour queuing for the train in the shoes the devil made, I board the train.Crushed between one sweaty man with a hard-on, and another with chronic halitosis breath, and I had a serious headache.
So I come out the station, and hang around like a hooker waiting for my friends, with Mr Halitosis telling me how nice I looked, I think I told him to "Fuck Right Off, I wasn't in the mood." (why he couldn't work that out for himself by the look in my face, is beyond me lol)
Finally I spot my friends (Janice is not talking to me) and Pauline who insisting I get in the car, "NOT ME! I'm going home" I said. I hand over the bag and walk/hobble back to the station, with Pauline screaming at me "ARE YOU SERIOUS?" on my mobile. I explained I wasn't going to argue about it and they should go have a good time, we'll speak 2morrow. I'm now sitting on the train nursing my sore feet and man gets on with flipflop sandals. Oh I really hate to see men in sandals, but how my feet were feeling, I would have mugged him for them and left him my shoes. But I came to my senses, made it home and went to bed for the rest of the day. I felt terrible, headache, foot-ache and I'd fallen out with my best mate, and I couldn't even sleep. I was determined to talk to Janice the next day and sort it out, which we did. Pauline's still not talking to me, but I know she will in her own time.
The story could have ended there, but when Janice and I got talking she gave me the lowdown on the Bridal Shower I'd missed: Leonie (bride2B), who was normally a calm pleasant Christian girl, was so stressed out she had turned into Bridzilla and was insulting everyone. It seems peeps were fighting left, right and centre. It got so bad, the best advice that was given to her to take to married life was "She should be more patient and try to listen her husband."
When it was finally over Janice and Pauline continued fighting in the car all the way home. It got so bad at one point Pauline stopped the car and Janice was gonna get a taxi from Thornton Heath to Stepney Green. All said and done, the wedding was a great success with plenty of smiles all round.
So in the end I was glad I followed my instincts because my day could've been worse.
2Sweetz askz: How was your day? Did you ever have a bad day like mine?
Thanks for sharing my experience, I feel so much better now! Feel free to share yours.
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bridal shower of a mutual friend of ours. My bestfriend (lets call her Janice) was to be maid of honour at the wedding, therefore she was very instrumental in the planning of things. She had been going through stresses with the bride2be for months. It was the norm that us 4 girlfriends spent birthdays together and have a laugh doin girly-stuff etc.
(SHOES brand new and too sexy for shopping). So there I was running through my local shopping mall, dressed to kill mid day in the rain. Its too late for me to change so I venture on wid gritted teeth. So I'm more than pissed from the get-go.
asking, where I'm at? Janice is cussing me, telling me to "wake the fuck up and get there, we late." I couldn't take any more so I hung-up the phone on her before she says any more and I go off on one, and we end up fighting and spoil her birthday. I'm flustered, in agony and more than a bit stressed, I jump on the first bus I recognise going in the right direction to Janice's new house (note: I had never used this route before). Finally off my feet, I settle down for the journey with my book for company. I ring them to say where I am and estimate how long I'm gonna be. Should be plain sailing from here right? 
After my half mile hike and another half hour queuing for the train in the shoes the devil made, I board the train.
(why he couldn't work that out for himself by the look in my face, is beyond me lol)
flipflop sandals. Oh I really hate to see men in sandals, but how my feet were feeling, I would have mugged him for them and left him my shoes. But I came to my senses, made it home and went to bed for the rest of the day. I felt terrible, headache, foot-ache and I'd fallen out with my best mate, and I couldn't even sleep. I was determined to talk to Janice the next day and sort it out, which we did. Pauline's still not talking to me, but I know she will in her own time.
and was insulting everyone. It seems peeps were fighting left, right and centre. 
