Stop Me When I Start Lying: The Ever Important Hamstring

My last two entries were of a fairly serious nature, so I need to resort back to somethin fairly silly yet enlightening and opinionated. That's right, another segment of Stop Me When I Start Lying. So I need to shed light on a subject I had a conversation with some females about recently: the importance of the hamstring. So many guys get caught up in teh normal T&A when discussing their attractive to the female form and I'm a fan too. But as the spring and summer months come and the short shorts come out, nothin can tarnish ur attractiveness like a Muffin Top (previously blogged about) or a pair of hamstring-less "tube legs." This is the ever popular condition where someone's thigh is just about as small around as their calf and it looks like they're leg is having trouble supporting whatever weight or booty they do have. Here are some visuals and to avoid being partial (becuz I am a tad racist on my women preferences), all visuals will be white women:See what I mean? It's like, yeah, she wearing some with her entire leg out, but who gives a shit? Even if she has a half scoop of booty it looks like the top of a Blow Pop compared to the stick its attached to. When the leg is out, whether u have some booty or not (just it's really about the ratios neway), the hamstring just makes things flow that much more smoothly. Check out these visuals:
And now we're talkin folks. Now if a guy gets that picture of u n the mirror n some lingerie on his phone, that side view of ur leg is a tremendous attribute to the picture rather than just an inevitable inclusion at the bottom of the screen. In the top pic, I'm not sure if the chick legitimately has much ass or not, but those legs are delectable. Maybe being around athletic women has skewed my opinion toward more toned and proportional body types, but I've seen the pictures of women like Lola Angel Luv (whatever that plastic chick's name is) and it doesn't do it for me. Even though she has a nice upper body, stomach, and waistline to go with that 12.5 lbs of silicone booty, it just doesn't look right with little toothpick tube legs. She looks like her legs are gonna give out from under her. It's a little unfortunate. So ladies of the world, it's wonderful to c that so many women do value staying in shape and looking good; i plan on working out for the bulk of my life and I appreciate that effort on my lady's part. But for your own benefit, do a personal assessment and figure out if you have tube legs. If you do, no biggie, just try to incorporate 10-12 minutes body of body squats or box step-ups into ur routine to tone that hamstrings up a little. Becuz I assure u, when u have on ur summer skirts and shorts, ppl are looking. Stop Me When I Start Lying...

I know, another superficial article about women, u think I'm shallow. I'm an athlete who is around athletes alot, u think I'm spoiled on stuff like that. Whatever, say wut u want. I've Been Called Worse...

Real Talk: Putting Life in Perspective

Yesterday, for a little while, I honestly thought I was having a heart attack. My entire chest cavity tightened up to the point where I was in intense pain to move and couldn't really take a deep breath. I spent a lot of the day in the health center getting EKGs, chest X-rays, and other tests to try to figure out what is going on. I know know that even though something may be irregular, my life is not in any imminent danger; however, it contributes to my on-going habit of putting life in perspective. Lately, I've been stressed over a few different things: school work with this massive senior project, my on-going hamstring injury issues, automotive issues, sorting out all of these graduation preparations, figuring out where exactly I am going overseas in the fall, figuring out what I am doing all summer before I go overseas, etc. As I laid on my back on the EKG table with about 10 adhesive pads stuck to my chest, arms, and ankles(yep, ankles), I started thinking deeply - which I often do - and put things in perspective. I said to myself "Look at the things I'm so worried about, am I that selfish to be stressing that much about this stuff?" This senior project is the most massive single project I've ever had to do, it is cutting into both my sleep and my social life. But how many people from my little all-Black high school didn't even make it to college to get this opportunity. It's very heart-breaking that my once fairly successful and promising track career has been derailed due to a string of related and lingering hamstring issues. Jumping bad in front of so many people I know at ACCs was one of the most embarrassing track moments I can remember. But I used a little bit of talent to become an All-ACC athlete and got my education at one of the nation's best schools paid for through track. Plus this injury isn't one that will negatively affect my quality of life going into the future like so many football or basketball injuries, so Ima be fine. My car is acting stupid every time it gets a chance to and these issues costs money to fix. But much of the world doesn't have a car at their disposal to get wherever they want to go, and they don't complain about that. And yeah I need to definitely figure out where I'm going overseas to do my international internship. But how many people will ever get a chance to take advantage of an opportunity like that? I got plenty of friends who rarely leave their hometown cuz they're so scared to get out of their comfort zones. Getting an international experience is a blessing. And last but not least, yeah getting these hotel reservations together, designing, printing, and distributing graduation invitations, and trying to figure out post-graduation meal reservations is a little tedious. But how many people do I know at my school and otherwise who made it to college but never made it to this point? I've seen so many fall by the way-side. Less than 30% of Americans, less than 20% of African-Americans, and about 1% of the world has graduated from college, so I'm doing ight. I got friends that have been killed, are serving long (life long in one came) prison bids, have flushed their lives down the toilet and a multitude of other things. To quote an MC that I love, Phonte from Little Brother, "I could be mad about a whole lotta shit, but at the end of the day, I'm still here" and despite all obstacles and headaches, I have a chance to do big things. I don't plan on letting that go to waste. Gotta make lemonade out of all these lemons and keep pressing on. Real Talk...

Condolenses

Guru, formerly of Gangstarr, was a very underrated MC and an underground legend. He had a sense of jazz and soul to accompany delivery and some street grit. So I decided to bless this blog with one of his songs (and cartoonish videos) that I always liked. Rest in Peace, you will be missed...

Swag Must Die: Hairstyles

This is the first of a "Do Better" spinoff that I will entitle "Swag Must Die." Lately people have been using "swag" as an excuse to do absolutely anything imaginable. If u ask "what the fuck is wrong with u that caused u to do [whatever]?" If they say, "it's just my swag", it's like an instant conversation ender. The convo is over, all u can do is shake ur head and walk away. So as I saw Roscoe Dash and Soulja Boy's "Turnt Up" video today for the first time and saw the faded mohawk with airbrushed side designs look that Roscoe Dash was sporting (which is entirely too prevalent down here in Atlanta lately, I've seen it several times, once with the mohawk permed up vertically), I realized the problem. As he was sayin, everyone's swag is 'All the Way Turnt Up', someone needs to sit some of these ppl down and tell them to turn that swag down a few notches before the shit gets outta control. With that intro, I present to u other ppl sporting overly turnt up hairstyles who r in dire need of that same "turn down" talk.

Thoroughly out of control. I was gonna comment on the hairstyle individually put nothing needs to b said. The guy with just shape up outline and the gay look on his face says it all. The guy who's made his hair into a baseball cap looks like he may be feeling it. I really wanna walk up to one of these ppl and say "Exactly how much did u pay to let somebody fuck ur head up like this?" Then when they say some large sum of money, I'll politely backhand the shit out of them with my fingers open for added swing action. Fuck ur swag, U need to Do Better ladies n gentlemen. The sad truth is there are thousands if not millions of lost souls like this in need of guidance. Ur Swag Must Die...

Mad Love for Erykah Badu

I can't put my finger on it, but there's something about her. Even back when she was real skinny, her "aura" was unbelievable to me. In person, I think it glows like Rick James's did on the Dave Chappelle Show. Rather than being fine, she was just sexy as hell. The crazy independent spirit she showed through her style and music. Her eyes and smile. No make-up or expensive weave (two detractors when overdone in my eyes). The culmination of the whole package just did it for me. Like if I was in a room with her and she gave me a look, even tho there may not b the finest chick in the room, she'd have me wrapped around her finger. And NOW, she's got the banging body that she didn't have 10 years ago. Me n my brother talked about it a few years back when she wore some tight leather pants in one of her music videos and I saw how wonderfully that lower half has filled in and was sitting lovely. So now u're adding a banging body to a wonderful free spirit and afrocentric chick I was already digging?? Jackpot. I don't care if she has 3 rapper baby daddies already, I'll sign up to be baby daddy #4 immediately. And I would have gladly paid admission to be in that public park when she publicly undressed for the guerilla style shooting of her "Window Seat" video. Fuck everyone who is giving her shit about "indecent exposure" for the stunt. I whole-heartedly stand behind the bold actions, crazy outfits/hairstyles, slightly "out there" music, or abundant sex life. She could show up wearing a prom dress with some Chuck Taylors and a pirate hat and I may be feeling it. When u got it, U got it. She she's definitely got it in my eyes. Mad Love to u, Mrs. Badu...