Monthly Archives: February 2010

Sookie Sookie: Drew Brees

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Geaux Saints!

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'Cock Update

Posted on February 4, 2010 by | Leave a comment

NBC’s Black History Month menu not as absurd as it originally seemed.

The NBC chef, Leslie Calhoun (who is black, by the way) has defended her menu choice:

“I don’t understand at all. It’s not trying to offend anybody and it’s not trying to suggest that that’s all that African-Americans eat. It’s just a good meal,” she said, adding, “I thought it would go over well.”

For the record, my first reaction wasn’t “ZOMG! RACISM!”  It was “Seriously!?” I think it’s the wording of the sign–“In honor of Black History Month”– that rubbed me the wrong way.  If the sign had said something like “As part of NBC’s celebration of Black History Month…” it might have been easier to swallow.   (PUNS, people, PUNS!)

And for the record, the cuisine served isn’t “black food.”  It’s “southern food.”  And it’s not the same as serving Mexican cuisine on Cinco de Mayo or Chinese food on Chinese New Year because it’s not food that ALL black people eat.  I can understand including soul food as part of a cultural celebration.  I’m just loathe to see anything that perpetuates the stereotype that black heritage  revolves around Kool Aid and watermelon.

And, without knowing what else NBC is planning as part of its Black History Month celebration, let me just say that if the entire celebration is comprised of serving fried chicken in the cafeteria, then NBC should do better.

More than anything, however, I find the whole situation amusing.

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The 'Cock Still Acting Like a Total Dick

Posted on February 4, 2010 by | Leave a comment

NBC Celebrates Black History Month by Serving Up Fried Chicken, Collards, and Are You Fucking Kidding Me? in the Cafeteria

Fresh off the Late Night Wars kerfuffle, NBC steps in it again.  Questlove from The Roots (legendary Philadelphia band of awesome and now house band for Late Night with Jimmy Fallon) took this photo over at NBC, and it’s going viral on Twitter:

Seriously?

I mean, seriously?

WIthout knowing the context of the sign, I’m going to call this “Bad Idea Jeans.”  Here’s to hoping that NBC plans to do something other than serve up southern cuisine to celebrate Black History Month, like, I don’t know… hire some black people, produce some shows starring black people, or at least add a grape soda machine to the rec room.

Reminds me of Chris Rock’s hilarious Nat X skit from Saturday Night Live:

Now, before I bringout my first guest, I just want to say that February is Black History Month. Isn’t that nice? The Man gives us February because it’s the shortest month of the year! Now, I’m not complaining, but I think we deserve at least a thirty-day month. It’s also the coldest month of the year, just in case we wanted to have a parade.

What’s next?  Free tampons for Women’s History Month?

[via HuffPost]

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Angry Black Lady Chronicles: Another Tumor Tirade

Posted on February 4, 2010 by | Leave a comment

Blue Shield: Thank you, and bite me.

Unnecessary apostrophes also suck.

Well the seemingly impossible became possible.  After 4 weeks of wrangling, and a trip to a voodoo doctor (who I’m fairly certain would have slipped me a mickey and stolen one of my kidneys, leaving me to freeze in a bathtub full of ice had I not pepper sprayed her in the face and hightailed it out of her office), I finally got approved to see the pituitary specialist at Cedars-Sinai who is hopefully going to fix my mind-head.

My medical group, as it turns out, is the worst.  How do I know this?  Because during one of my numerous conversations with her, the nurse at my primary care physician’s office said to me, 

“This medical group is the worst.”

She would know.  She’s been on the phone with them seventy-eleven times over the past few weeks yelling at them to find me a pituitary specialist.  (Bless her heart.  Her name is Angel, coincidentally enough.)  Angel actually recommended that I switch medical groups due to the aforementioned sucktasticity.   Unfortunately, by the time I realized that I should indeed switch medical groups, it would have made a further mess of what was already an epic mess; my health plan permits me to switch medical groups only at the end of the month and had I done so, I would have had to start from ground zero with  a new primary care physician, new bloodwork and lab tests, new authorization forms, and all the other stuff that makes me want to blow my brains right out of the back of my head.

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Angry Black Lady Chronicles: Phone Phuckery

Posted on February 1, 2010 by | Leave a comment

I hate you, Automated Telephone Voice Man Person!  You’re not a real man!  You suck and I hate you right in your stupid face!

It’s been a frustrating week for Angry Black Lady. After having been sent  to that voodoo doctor a couple weeks ago, I’m finally starting to make some headway with Blue Shield so that I can see the pituitary specialist that I want to see at Cedars-Sinai.  Still, the wrangling has been neverending. I’ve spent far too much time on the phone this week. For a couple of days, I was on the phone for hours at a time, and it got me thinking.

When it comes to telephone technology, I’ve found something I hate more than the T-Mobile Voice Mail Lady, and that is every interactive voice response menu system in the entire universe.

I don’t know whose idea it was to come up with this crappy system. Did they think they could fool consumers into feeling like navigating these systems is similar to having a real conversation?

“Oooh, yippee!! I don’t have to press “2.” I can just say “No.””

And then after you hear the robotic drone–“thank you for your entry,”–are you supposed to be like,

“I love you RoboDude. You always listen to me. I really feel like you get me. I’m sensing that we have a connection.  Wanna meet for drinks later? ”

No.  Nein.  Negative.   I’m not fooled.  These systems are inefficient and a waste of time. And I hate them. It takes easily two minutes to get through all the intro bullshit that RoboDude spews and then he starts in with the interrogation:

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