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I voted for Obama, so I ain't no racist.
Now that we got that disclaimer out of the way... I was asked to present an award for community recognition at the UNITY awards.
(UNITY = brings to mind Rick James huh?... well read on!)
No one told what this was going to be like. Not that it really mattered, as I volunteered to do this. BUT....!!!
With all due respect, I have to ask. What in God's Holy Hell is up with black men in their 40's and 50's and fucking PURPLE suits?
300 men here. At least an easy 125 purple suits. And if a fucking purple suit was not enough, they capped it at the bottom wearing light tan fake alligator shoes.
The other suits were various shades of pale orange, yellow, red. I could not figure out if I were attending a Fashion By FANTA! show or a Barney and the Teletubbies convention.
Ok, and THEN........ some of these yo-yos were suppose to wear a tie, they would be wearing a turtle neck or a no collar button up shirt with a tie around the neck. Just sitting there in full view, no collar to tuck it under or anything. And on top of the tie (for those that had them and for those that didn't) was the standard teeny tiny gold necklace the size of dental floss with a big ass nameplate on the end. You see old country white men with handle bar mustaches that stick out past their face? Well some of these had handlebar fashion plates. Stuck out past their neck. And one dude had one that wasn't that wide, but it was LONG. Went from his neck to his belly button. He must have had the entire Twas the Night Before Kwanzaa poem on that thing.
Now there were some dudes in regular suits of regular colors. But were standing around posing like boxers at a press conference or a 3rd tier rapper at the BET awards.
And the ladies? What? You thought I was done yet?
Now granted, some of these ladies had on some beautiful clothes. There was some hot mamas in this crowd. Even their mothers were very elegant and dressed exceedingly well. From the scalp down. But those HATS!!! OMFG. I zoomed into full fledge HATERZ mode when I saw some of them. I honestly can't describe them. The best I can do is to tell you to imagine some unidentified wild rabid animal - doused with glitter and sequins - that somehow managed to become entangled in a pile of feathers and chiffon. And died. And this lady came across this tragic scene after the animal had expired and the only course of action she could think of was to pick it up and put it on her head.
I could only think of a statement made on here by our lovable Razorguns : "When it comes to black folks, the SKY'S THE LIMIT!" (regarding fashion.)
Oh did I mention I voted Obama. I ain't racist. And if I offended anyone, I don't care. It is factual. You can now talk shit about white folks and their brie parties.
Now that we got that disclaimer out of the way... I was asked to present an award for community recognition at the UNITY awards.
(UNITY = brings to mind Rick James huh?... well read on!)
No one told what this was going to be like. Not that it really mattered, as I volunteered to do this. BUT....!!!
With all due respect, I have to ask. What in God's Holy Hell is up with black men in their 40's and 50's and fucking PURPLE suits?
300 men here. At least an easy 125 purple suits. And if a fucking purple suit was not enough, they capped it at the bottom wearing light tan fake alligator shoes.
The other suits were various shades of pale orange, yellow, red. I could not figure out if I were attending a Fashion By FANTA! show or a Barney and the Teletubbies convention.
Ok, and THEN........ some of these yo-yos were suppose to wear a tie, they would be wearing a turtle neck or a no collar button up shirt with a tie around the neck. Just sitting there in full view, no collar to tuck it under or anything. And on top of the tie (for those that had them and for those that didn't) was the standard teeny tiny gold necklace the size of dental floss with a big ass nameplate on the end. You see old country white men with handle bar mustaches that stick out past their face? Well some of these had handlebar fashion plates. Stuck out past their neck. And one dude had one that wasn't that wide, but it was LONG. Went from his neck to his belly button. He must have had the entire Twas the Night Before Kwanzaa poem on that thing.
Now there were some dudes in regular suits of regular colors. But were standing around posing like boxers at a press conference or a 3rd tier rapper at the BET awards.
And the ladies? What? You thought I was done yet?
Now granted, some of these ladies had on some beautiful clothes. There was some hot mamas in this crowd. Even their mothers were very elegant and dressed exceedingly well. From the scalp down. But those HATS!!! OMFG. I zoomed into full fledge HATERZ mode when I saw some of them. I honestly can't describe them. The best I can do is to tell you to imagine some unidentified wild rabid animal - doused with glitter and sequins - that somehow managed to become entangled in a pile of feathers and chiffon. And died. And this lady came across this tragic scene after the animal had expired and the only course of action she could think of was to pick it up and put it on her head.
I could only think of a statement made on here by our lovable Razorguns : "When it comes to black folks, the SKY'S THE LIMIT!" (regarding fashion.)
Oh did I mention I voted Obama. I ain't racist. And if I offended anyone, I don't care. It is factual. You can now talk shit about white folks and their brie parties.
