Archive for March 4, 2012

Be a Woman All Day, Everywhere 
Take pride and dignity in your womanhood. Have self respect. I tell women every day that if you don’t respect yourself, then no one in the relationship respects you. You make everyone else respect you, why do you let a man disrespect you? A man shouldn’t even have a choice in whether or not he is going to respect you.

Be Independent 
Not just financially, but be an independent thinker overall. Take the time to learn you and what works best for you instead of taking someone else’s advice and forcing yourself into a box. Your core person should not change simply because you are in a relationship. Be independent of your man and have your own life, goals and ambitions.

Stay On Your Tippy Toes 
Don’t get comfortable and lazy on your man. Don’t just think that he is going to marry you because you have been together for a few years. Get fine-ER, get smart-ER, be bett-ER. A man wants to see growth in you and wants to be excited about who you will be in the future.

Turn His House Into a Home
As a single brother, my crib had the bare necessities. A woman came by one day and slowly started to upgrade my stuff in a very subtle but profound way because no woman had ever done it before. First it was a couple nice decorative candles; then she replaced my picture frames and artwork. She helped me paint a couple of rooms in my house. I was like “She knows what she doing, I am going to marry her.”

Be a Godly Woman
There is just something sexy to me about a Godly woman. You want a Godly man, don’t you? The Bible is a relationship handbook. Read it. Follow it. Live by it. When your man is weak, you need to be able to refer to dat word. When the Devil attacks, he needs to know that you know God.

Watch His Momma, Do What She Do
You don’t have to be his Momma, but you should try to be in her likeness. Here is an example: during the holidays when you were at your man’s family home, if his grandma, momma and auntie were all in the kitchen and you were in the den watching the game with him, y’all probably had the best time ever, right? But guess what, he’s probably going to break up with you. You should be in that kitchen with his female relatives or else go and find yourself a man whose mother can’t cook.

Show YOUR Woman
There are certain things about you that make you woman. There are certain things about you that make you the best woman for him. It is your responsibility to show him your strongest qualities as a woman. If you know how to take care of a man, then you need to show him that. If you are a great cook – “Show & Prove”. If you have a huge heart that is full of love then he needs to be caught up in your rapture. He better know what makes you unique as a woman.

Be His Biggest Fan
Women need love. Men need their egos stroked. We need your support, your encouragement, and we need to know that you believe in us. Tell him that he is a good man, that you are lucky to have him, that he is special and that he is a better man than you had initially thought. If you can’t make your man feel like a man, you won’t have the job for long.

Nurture Him 
The art of nurturing a man has been lost. Talk sweet to your man and whisper sweet nothings in his ear. Hug him, hold him, squeeze him too. Being a Black man is hard but with the nurturing of a good Black woman, it’s that much easier. Learn your man. Pay attention to him. Listen. Hold up, let me say that again.LISTEN!

Be the Freakiest Person He Knows
Too many men are cheating. If your man cheats make sure that you are not the reason why by HANDLING YOUR BIZ-NESS IN THE BEDROOM! A man has to know and believe that there is not a woman out there that is going to try harder to please him than you. In the book “Men Don’t Heal, We Ho” the author had this to say”



CHICAGO, March 4, 2012—Today is Chicago’s 175th Birthday. The Windy City, the City of Big Shoulders, Beirut by the Lake, the City that Works, Second City.

City on the Take and City on the Make.

From its inception Chicago was mired in a culture of corruption, a cornucopia of crime, thievery, and vice. There were really only three industries: white-collar swindlers, corrupt politicians, and criminals, mostly gamblers and whoremongers.

All worked hand in hand to achieve the American Dream of get-it-while-you-can.

Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference between street walkers and political prostitutes in Chicago. They all vote Democrat.

A handshake, with a folded bill, was always better than a kiss. It was more sanitary, too. A broke politician was considered a dumb politician. The city council was known as the Grey Wolves, for its voracious predatory appetite for boodle and boondoggle.

Corruption is still prevalent, though way more sophisticated. Political donations through the right channels or donations to the right charities replaced the secret handshake and stuffed envelope.

Chicago has a history of hard work. People came here from all over the world looking for success. The American dream is still alive and well, as long as you are willing to start from the bottom, work hard, and work your way up. Everyone must pay dues, “pay” being the operative word.

People rarely cared who or what you were. Hard work defined you. Sloth was frowned upon. You might be called all kinds of disgusting racial, ethnic, or lifestyle names, but the absolute worst thing anyone could call you was lazy.

Chicago is the political equivalent of Middle and Near East dictatorships. There is only one religion allowed, Democraticism. There is no God but da mayor. The theological police of the Democratic Party – committeemen, aldermen, precinct captains, and other assorted bureaucratic hacks – also known locally as the machine or the Democratic Crime family, enforce the religious code with ruthless efficiency.

Ringing the bell is not a call to prayer. It is the first bribe of the day for the faithful.

Chicago has exported its political religious leaders to various corners of the nation, including its capital. They practice the political faith of friends and family and pay to play politics. Politics is business and political business is personal. The faithful are rewarded. Apostates are punished.

Chicago is known for its historic architecture and fine art. The blue bloods, who made their fortunes paying off the politicians, erected some of the greatest buildings in the world and brought art, culture, and refinement to the a rough and tumble burg.

The criminals brought jazz and blues from the south. They were the true artistic geniuses.

Just when you think everything is on the up and up, some new politician or bureaucrat is getting indicted or convicted of corruption. There was talk of changing the name of the Federal Metropolitan Correction Center to “City Hall,” in honor of all the political hacks who passed through.

Chicago has a great culinary history. The sanguiwich was invented here. No, Matilda, some fop with lace cuffs in Merry Olde England did not invent it.

Culinary delights include the “poke” chop sanguiwich with grilled onions, the Maxwell Street Polish with grilled onions, the beef sanguiwich with green peppers, the Lenten pepper and egg sanguiwich, the listen sanguiwich (pig ear), deep dish pizza, and the iconic sauseech sanguiwich.

With the addition of a large Mexican population, the pipe, a huge tubular burrito, became popular.

If you value you your life you will never been seen putting ketchup on a hotdog.

There are also fine dining opportunities: boilermakers with hard-boiled eggs and dill pickles, draft beer with pickled pigs feet, and the power breakfast of champions, pork rinds with orange or grape pop.

Chicago has a unique history in weaponry. There is the alley apple – the common Chicago house brick. The “Louieeville” slugger, the base-a-ball bat. Little league proficiency was defined by your ability to break kneecaps. Your ability to graduate from the minor leagues was determined by your talent at head bashing.

The Chicago typewriter, the famed Thompson sub-machine gun, was made famous here. Hunters preferred the sawed off shotgun. Shot putters loved the exploding pineapple.

Thanks to Chicago, Illinois developed great institutions of higher learning. Statesville Penitentiary, Pontiac Correctional Facility, Joliet Prison, and Marion Correctional Facility are just a few. When the criminals and politicians want to improve their lives, they “go to college”.

Chicago was home to an assortment of rogues and rakes: Snorky (Capone), Joey the Clown, Miami Frank, Weird Harold, Joe Batters, the Big Tuna, Murray the Hump, Greasy Thumb Jake, Paul the Waiter, Tough Tony, and Mooney, just to name a few.

Some of our more iconic politicians were known as Mr. Malaprop for their soaring rhetorical abilities. “The police are not there to create disorder, they are there to preserve disorder.” “The moss is on the pumpkin.” “How would you like to be scrootined?”

Then of course there is our unique lexicon – dese, dat, dose, dem, teefs, whoores, yutes, chumbalones, goofs, mooks, hooods, and mamalukes.

Chicago has a unique monetary system with the fin, saw, double saw and C-note. Mattress of America is the financial institution of choice.