Excuse the baby talk-ifying of the word “friends,” but I spent last weekend with my good pals, Bethany & Jayme, and their four-month-old Lulu. She’s their first baby and my first baby friend. Friendship was solidified two months back when Lulu smiled as she sharted in my hand. That ne’er do well, I’m-the-adorable-personification-of-every-United-Colors-of-Benetton-ad, oopsie-with-a-wink smile. Granted, she was wearing a diaper and a onesie, so she didn’t literally shart in my hand, but if you’re within a ten-foot vicinity of a shart taking place, you can get your Meredith Baxter-Birney on and claim to be the victim of said shart. Thems the rules. Continue reading
I’ve watched enough Steven Seagal movies about enacting justice to last a lifetime. I’m not ashamed. Okay, I kind of am. Anyway, the point is, vigilantism looks cool and fun (and sometimes awesomely ridiculous) in a movie. Good guys win, bad guys lose/die, and the world is tidy again. Real life, however, is a LOT more messy. Offering protection/seeking justice as well as making preemptive strikes towards a perceived threat, no matter how bogus the threat is, can destroy lives. Continue reading
A few days ago, the New York Times published an article that essentially asked, “Where in The World is The Next Gloria Steinem?” Cue Rockapella because we got another hit theme song on our hands. But seriously, at this point, the threat against women’s rights is certainly a Snooki aka a Code Orange, so where is, as Rush Limbaugh not-so-eloquently put it, the Feminazi, or Femipanther, or FeminLin (someone who’s a really big fan of feminism and of Jeremy Lin) to carry on the torch that’s been held by Steinem? Continue reading
Republican State Representative of Arizona Debbie Lesko proposed a new law which would give employers the power to demand proof that women are on birth control for non-sexual purposes. Ms. Lesko, please heed the advice every Black mom gives her children when she takes them to the hair salon: “Sit your Black ass down and act like you got some sense.” True, Lesko isn’t Black, but the sentiment still applies. Continue reading
Allow me to re-introduce myself. My name is Blaria, Blar to the I, A. Okay, okay. This was PSA for people who try to spit fire when writing in WordPress. You just end up mangling Jay-Z lyrics. My apols, Hov.
Anyway, welcome to Blaria (aka Black Daria), folks. This is the home base for me to be sarcastic and snarky and sassy (watch out every Black female actress, I’m gunning for your position as “best black friend” to a “Zooey Deschanel” type in an upcoming TV sitcom/movie). So come back here every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday to read about what melts my butter (that’s a good thing) and what chaps my hide (that’s a bad thing because I put on two coats of cocoa butter and I still got chapped).
Ok, y’all. Hope you enjoyed this post because this is as nice and easy as I will be on this blog. See you on Friday!