Wednesday, April 29, 2009

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Sunday, April 5, 2009

Holier than Thou?

So I'm reading up on Madonna's failed adoption bid and her subsequent jetting out of the country. I couldn't help but wonder how badly she wanted the child, Mercy, if she left as quickly as she did?

There are millions of children across the globe who are in desperate need of being adopted. They have no homes, no living relatives and no one to care for them. So when someone comes in, it's automatically viewed as a great opportunity for both the would-be parent and child.

Angelina Jolie is viewed as practically a saint in some areas because of her mixed family. Josephine Baker (and this might be before your time, little ones) had many, many children from all over the world. But the two ladies have one thing in common: they played by the rules.

Madonna, I'm assuming, is used to getting everything she wants and is not used to someone telling her no. So when something like an adoption happens and she's told, 'No, you have to do it like so...' she bails?

What about the child?

Malawi bent the rules for her the last time. Naturally, she expected them to bend the rules for her this time around. The government said, "No, you have to be a resident for at least 18 months." Did you see how fast her ass was back on the plane to London? It was almost as if she couldn't wait to get the hell out. Was she there to adopt a child? Or was she there to satisfy her ego?

It makes me wonder...how badly did you really want something or someone, if you gave up that easily on the first rejection?

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Talking Shit

The blog is pretty straight forward, isn't it?

Well, over the past week, I've had the unfortunate encounter with someone close to me apparently ripping me a new one whenever I wasn't around her. It's interesting because the times she has talked shit to my face, I corrected her on the spot and I didn't care who was around. So I guess with the comfort of me not being around her, she feels a bit more at ease to rip me a new one whenever.

Lovely.

Of course, I found out and needless to say I'm on a self-imposed hiatus from that person. I feel there's no need to feed the fire or the animals if I don't give her anything to talk about. But this blog isn't about my pity party. It's about talking shit in general.

How often do we look at a celebrity and wonder what the hell they were thinking when they did X action? How often is Brangelina on numerous magazine covers? Britney Spears? Hell, even President and First Lady Obama are making waves and they're probably the most private of them all.

Now I've been guilty of talking shit myself so I'm not excusing my behavior or excluding me. But after having it happen to me by someone I consider to be very close, it made me wonder: What do we really gain out of it? We're not saying it to that person's face because that's too honest and bold. Instead, we're cowardly, going behind the person's back and hoping they won't hear or ever get word of it.

But what happens if they do hear it? What happens if they found out? Or worse yet, read it? Then what?

Magazines have been sued and will continue to be sued. Blogs and websites have been shut down and will continue to be shut down. Friendships have been broken. Families were torn apart. Sometimes, it's best to come out in the open to say it and be done with it, then be sneaky. Feelings might be hurt at first, but it saves anger and resentment in the long run.

The point is: talking shit benefits no one, especially the person doing the shit talking. If you're not honest with the person you're talking shit about, you probably shouldn't be associated with that person.

For me, this was an unfortunate but much needed lesson on trust and friendship. Sometimes the person you think has your back, doesn't. Sometimes the person you thought you can tell your secrets, is a bit of a blabbermouth. Sometimes...you need to go on vacation from your friends.

Sticks and stones may break your bones...but words can also destroy a relationship.