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Winner, Winner! Chicken Dinner: Best New Blog at the 2011 Black Weblog Awards

 

I won! I won!

Just for clarification’s sake, that is NOT ME in that picture above. That is Whoopi Goldberg when she won her Best Supporting Actress Oscar for her role in “Ghost” back in 1991.

But since I wasn’t able to attend the historic first live presentation of the Black Weblog Awards in Los Angeles this year, that picture right there is going to have to do. But yeah, buddy…I won!! W00t!!

I actually was in bed a little while ago, in the middle of a sleep transition when I heard my phone “tweet”. In my discombobulation, I thought a bird had gotten in my room until I realized that I’d fallen asleep with my phone next to my head and the tweet was an alert for a GAZILLION tweets of congratulations for winning the award for Best New Blog at the Black Weblog Awards.

It STILL took me an hour to drag my butt out of bed and make this post. Ya’ll don’t know how good my bed feels. Me and that bed…we go together. I hit my dougie spiritually, though. 

My SistaGirl Luvvie accepted my award on my behalf out there in L.A. and I truly appreciate her for that! I feel like I should share it with her since she’s half of the INCREDIBLE TECH TEAM (the other half being Naturally Alise) that brought this blog back from the brink of death when it became infected with cholera on the Oregon Trail last winter.

Thank you to everybody who voted for Dirty Pretty Thangs for Best New Blog AND Best Personal Blog (I don’t know who won that yet, but congratulations!). I sincerely appreciate it! I am still shocked that I even won, not because I don’t think I deserve it (because I totally do) but because I know folks tend to gloss over stuff like this since it’s “just blogging”. But you Dedicated Readers truly showed up for me. That is LOVE.

Super Duper Congratulations to all the other Black Weblog Award Winners and Nominees this year. Keep on blogging and representing the varied viewpoints of people of color across the blogosphere. Our voices are many and need to be heard!

 

Now, about that chicken dinner…????

 

~pbg

 

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“It’s My House And I Live Here”: Some Kinda Commenting Code, I Guess…

Over the last few weeks, my little blog here has gotten a lot of new attention. I’d definitely contribute that to the two nominations I received for the 2011 Black Weblog Awards. By the way, thanks to everyone who voted for Dirty Pretty Thangs. I truly appreciate it.

But with this added attention, there have been some down right nasty and combative people leaving/attempting to leave comments on my blog. I’ve been told “Shut up bitch” by some white girl with “two black friends”, called “tacky”, told by some belligerent member of the Beyonce Stan Club “fck you and this non sub par ass blog” that I’m running (just WTF does that mean anyway?)  and some man said I was reppin’ for the evil black women who won’t allow fathers to participate in their children’s lives (#WhoHurtYou? #DidSheSitAcrossFromYouInCourt?)…among other things in the last month. I find this disturbing and I’m going to just assume this is happening because I haven’t established any kind of commenting code on Dirty Pretty Thangs. I have never needed to up to this point. With that being said, let me very clear on some things that I don’t think people understand when they click on my website:

  • This is a PERSONAL BLOG. As in, I am a person. I am the one and only person writing it. I am the person giving their opinion: what I think about whatever subject it is I happen to be going on and on about at the time.
  • In the end, my opinion in this space is the only one that matters. Very harsh, but very true seeing as though this is a PERSONAL BLOG. While I do appreciate differing points of view because I believe they broaden my knowledge base and experiences, I don’t care so much about them that I will allow folks to come and verbally abuse me on my own blog. That would be tantamount to you coming int my house and talking smack to me in my living room and that just isn’t going to happen.

 

You're welcome here, but don't act ugly.

You can say what you want, but you will respect me or your comments won’t be published. I will not tolerate anybody being rude to me or any other people who leave comments on this blog.

  • If this is your first time commenting on my blog, YOUR COMMENT WILL BE HELD IN MODERATION AND AWAIT MY APPROVAL. That is a rule of thumb for me that allows me to see who is on what type of bullshyt, if any, when they frist initiate contact with me through this blog. Yes, I’m screening first comments for a lot of reasons, the main one being “because the fck I want to”. Please don’t assume that because your very first comment on this blog didn’t pop right up that I deleted it (as some rude person accused me of yesterday), and especially not because you didn’t agree with me. Agreeing with me is not a necessity on this blog. Common courtesy is. #ComplyOrGTFOH
  • If you feel like there are other more important issues that need to be discussed than what I’m discussing on my blog, by all means, go discuss it on your own blog. WordPress, Tumblr, Blogspot, Posterous, hell…even Facebook Notes…are all free. Procure yourself a space and get to it. I’d love to read about what you think should be discussed. In your space. Do not come here and presume to tell me what I should be blogging about. Check the banner up top. It says “Brought To You By The PBG” not, “By The Y-O-U”. As the lovely Diana Ross sang so long ago, “It’s My House And I Live Here”….

If you can respect that, then we’re all good. Say what you will. I won’t even be mad. But if you come here thinking this is the place for you to abuse me as the blogger and my Dedicated Readers, you will continue to be shut down by my comment moderation and when I get tired of doing that, you will be blocked. Carry that bullshiggity to one those raggedy ass gossip blogs, cuz I’m not even here for that.  And when I get sick of it ALL, I’ll close down comments altogether. Again, I don’t care about it that much. Feel free to discuss things on the Dirty Pretty Thangs Facebook Fan Page. Thanks!

 

 

~pbg

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Friday Foolery: Jordan Heels Make Jesus Cry

Why do I even log on to these social networks daily?? WHY?!?!

Oh, that’s right. So I can see what fckery abounds in the world. And there is a’plenty. A’PLENTY, I SAY!

Today for some odd reason the atrocity that is “Jordan Heels” was trending on Twitter. Again, WHY?? Just in case you don’t know what Jordan Heels are, stop what you’re doin’ cuz I’m about to ruin the image and the style that you’re used to. #WordToHumpty.

This here is a Jordan Heel.

Alert Homeland Security. These should never cross our boarders.

These shoes are the proof of us living in a world of confusion. End days, y’all. Jordan Heels are what keep credit scores low, children out of libraries and chicken from being fried. This Corrupted Foot Couture is why President Obama is graying so fast and why I can’t get a date. These “shoes” are a scourge upon society. Jordan Heels make Jesus cry.

Man, listen...I did not go to Calvary for this bull.

Why do these exist? Who sanctioned this bullshyt? I know it couldn’t have been a woman. No woman in her right mind would think to take the comfort and safety of a sneaker and genetically infuse it with the torturous uncertainty of a high-heeled shoe and create the ugliest thing ever stitched in a Chinese sweatshop. AND which yamp is buying this and wearing it out like this is what makes their life complete? Who was with their homie and saw these in the popular urban wear store down at the strip mall and was like “Gurrrlll, dese gon’ go good wit dat #alphet I got outta Dots last week. Finna wear dese to da club an’ stunt on hoez!”

Oh. Here she is:

 

Ma'am, what you're doing is emotional terrorism upon The Savior.

Ya’ll need to cut this out. Boycott. Write letters of protest. If see someone pick them up in the store, run and tackle that broad to the ground. INTERVENE! For the sake of our people! Dare I say, for the sake of the nation. When our women wear Jordan Heels, the terrorists win!!!

Save our sisters. Save ourselves. Amen.

 

~pbg

 

Addendum:

Thanks to my direct message box on Twitter this video was sent to my via @BigLilKim and @HRSparks. Apparently, These threats to National Security were featured in what appears to be a church basement fashion show, worn by some of the worst walkin’ models this side of Tyra Banks’ empire. Check it out:

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Who NOT To Vote for in the 2011 Black Weblog Awards

Hello My Lovelies!

Today is the LAST DAY to vote in the 2011 Black Weblog Awards. To all of you who have been responsible citizens of this blog and already voted for Dirty Pretty Thangs for Best New Blog and Best Personal Blog I say, “Thank you and your kickback is in the proverbial mail. Expect it on Nevuary 31st.” I told you I’d look out for you.

For those who haven’t and need a gentle push toward performing your civic duty, I am here to help. Now, I wouldn’t be so presumptuous as to tell you who you to vote for on this most important of day. No, not at all. But what I WILL do is tell you who NOT to vote for on this, THE VERY LAST DAY OF VOTING withcho procrastinatin’ ass. Shall we begin? We shall:

 

 

 

 

 

 

And lastly, do NOT vote for anyone who doesn’t look like this:

Yours Truly.

 

Follow these simple guidelines when you vote for Best New Blog and Best Personal Blog and you are guaranteed to make the right decision. Trust me. I know and I’d NEVER steer you wrong!

 

 

~pbg

 

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