Excerpts from the Diary of a Diva

Just when I thought I couldn't love Barack Obama more... Just when I thought I'd shed all the tears I could shed... Just when I thought the man couldn't thrill me more...he aired the 30-minute commercial. And all I can say is...you guessed...WOW! If there are any undecided voters after seeing last night's infomercial, there's really nothing else to say. Obama laid out his economic plans and punctuated them with real-life stories. He said he wanted to unify our nation. He said he wanted to make health care and education affordable for all Americans. What more do you need? Not only that, Barack showed his human side when he spoke about his family. His mother who, on her deathbed, was more worried about how she was going to pay her medical bills than how she was going to get well. His grandparents -- the grandfather who fought in Patton's war, the grandmother who worked in the factories while he was gone. And we saw his children, Malia and Sasha, the girls he speak

Okay, I know my mind is a dark and twisty place, but I think some things beg further analysis. With that said, here's what I want to know... Why are there no love songs about ugly people? This thought came to me several years ago while listening to Monica's Angel of Mine . The line was, "Boy I love you 'cause you are so fine, Angel of Mine." What does being fine have to do with being lovable? If you're not fine, are you then regulated to a loveless existence? And what, pray tell, constitutes "fine?" Maybe there's a conspiracy going on between the music industry and the fitness and beauty industry. If it were possible for unfortunate looking people to be adored, would they stop pursuing the perfect look? Would gyms go out of business because all of the people who would normally be working out would start spending more time gazing into their lovers' eyes? If Nappy is the Texture of My True Love's Hair was at the top of the charts, would si

...or does this election season seem like the longest one in history? Can we just go ahead and vote already? Don't get me wrong, it's an exciting time in our history, but enough is enough. Let's just vote and get it over with. Okay...I'm stepping off my soapbox now...

Maverick (noun) -- a lone dissenter, as an intellectual, an artist, or a politician, who takes an independent stand apart from his or her associates. Throughout this presidential race, John McCain and Sarah Palin have described themselves as mavericks, the kind of folks who'll take on Washington as we know it. They've promised to bring the kind of change we need as a country, etc. Of course, we all knew that it would be a matter of time before those two mavericks stood apart from each other, and unfortunately for them, that time is now. According to an article on CNN.com , America's Favorite hockey mom is "going rouge." Apparently, Sarah's going off message and voicing her own opinions at this crucial time in the election process. Furthermore, McCain's aides are describing her as a diva who doesn't listen to anyone. Apparently Palin realizes that she and McCain won't win, and she's doing what she can to salvage her image in light of what she de

Just when I think I've got things under control, something happens to turn them upside down again. I spoke to him last week. We were talking about radio and getting pretty riled up about the state of things in the industry. After I went on a particularly brutal tirade, he said, "See, this is when I miss you the most. I miss your insight and intellect." Why did he have to say that? Even though I want more from him, I love our friendship. It allows me to pick up the phone whenever I need a word of encouragement, and I get a side of sincerity and honesty to boot. When he calls me, I always end up with a goofy grin that I can't seem to shake. He's the kind of guy a girl could really get used to. Granted, I miss him so much my heart hurts. I love him more than I should, and I'd take that midnight train to wherever he wanted me to if he just said the word. Unfortunately, we're on opposite sides of the country, which is not conducive to the kind of relationship

I wrote this back in July, but I wasn't ready to bare this much of my soul. However, I've changed my mind. Enjoy! No matter how I try to deny it, there's a part of me that wants to be loved by someone. Actually, not just someone. By my Mr. Perfect . I know who he is, but he has no clue about me. He called today. Told me I had crossed his mind. I'd like to believe his thoughts wandered to me when he heard a love song. In my perfect world, his memories of laughs we'd shared and talks we'd had would induce a pang of longing in his heart. Unfortunately, I don't rate that way with him, and it's painful to know that. All he remembers is the sex. Don't get me wrong -- it was VERY good sex -- but I want him to remember the intimacy we shared. I want him to feel what I felt when I was in his arms. When he held me, I caught a glimpse of what my life could be like. Sometimes I think I want too much. But why shouldn't I want to be loved, cared for, and adore

One of the reasons I read other blogs is to get other points of view. Sometimes, like today, I feel the need to completely bite from their thoughts because they make sense and I like them. Having said that, My American Meltingpot , posed an interesting question the other day... Would it make a difference in our presidential election if Barack Obama's White mother was alive and able to campaign with her son? Something to think about, right? I have my own opinions -- and I'll share them -- but I wanted to hear what you thought about it first. ***UPDATE*** As I'm sure you've heard, Barack is taking a break from campaigning to be with Madelyn Payne Dunham as she struggles through what could be her final transition. He spent a great deal of time with his 86-year-old mother's mother -- a woman who stepped in and helped raise him -- and he obviously loves her dearly. Let's be honest -- with his history of level-headed thinking, you know it must be important for him to

Even though I said I wouldn't worry about it, that guy STILL hasn't called. It's been two weeks since he took my number. One of my friends told me that I shouldn't really be that concerned since he's crazy. I know she's right, but here's my question... Why take my number if you have no intention of using it? It's not like I offered it to him. HE asked ME for the math. If he didn't intend to add to my equation, why did he bother to extrapolate my digits? If you ask me, he could've kept it moving. Okay...that's all I have for now. Stay tuned...

My dear friend, Janelle , has tagged me for what she calls a social revelation. Basically, it works like this: Link back to the person who tagged you Mention the rules on your blog. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking to them. Leave a comment on each of the tagged bloggers blogs letting them know they've been tagged. It's funny...when I was initially deciding whether blogging would be a good idea for me, Angie sent me a similar missive. I didn't have a blog at that time, but I did the exercise and kept it for myself. My plan was to revisit what I'd written before. Unfortunately, thanks to a cross-country move and other issues, I couldn't find it. Now I'll be forced to do it again. Oh well. Here goes... 1. I love obituaries. I know it sounds a little morbid, but the writer in me is fascinated by the possibility of summing up an entire life in three to five paragraphs. What do you scrap? What do you keep? What's imp

When I was younger, I used to wonder what the term "making love" meant. I mean, was love something you could mix up and serve with tea? What do you put in love? Where do the ingredients come from? If TV was to be believed, love was as common as food. Therefore, was there a difference between the homemade kind and the kind you could get at the drive-in? It was all so confusing then. Fast forward to now. Even though I'm well aware of the terminology of sex, it's still just as confusing. I mean, does everyone have to be in love for the physical expression to be called "making love?" If we're not in one accord with our feelings, what do we call the joining of our bodies? Boning? Screwing? I would use the more vulgar terms, but this is a family blog. For the time being, I'm putting my need for physical gratification on hold. Don't get it twisted -- it's hard for me to do this. However, because I want more than a pretty mess on my dress, I'm wa

I went to see Bill Maher's new movie, Religulous . For those of you who haven't heard about this documentary, Maher looks at the state of the world's religions. Let me preface my comments with this -- I went into this film knowing that I would probably be offended. Since I know Maher's stance on religion -- he's totally against it -- I figured it would be something that my unapologetic Christian sensibilities wouldn't like. That being said, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. In his defense, he didn't just bash Christians. He was equally awful to the Muslims and Mormons, too. What made me want to find Bill and slap him in his face was that he took the extremists of each religion and made examples of them. Look, everyone has a right to believe what they want. Just because I know in my heart that Jesus is the way, the truth, and the light, I'm not gonna bash you for thinking otherwise. The way I see it, God gave us all free will. Who am I to go

If you've been reading EFTDOAD for any length of time, you've probably noticed that I haven't really talked about a man. By that, I mean a man of my own. What's really sad is that there hasn't been a man in my life for the entire time I've been writing this blog. I hate that. However, things may be looking up for me. One of my good friends hosts a forum in Los Angeles called " Battle of the Sexes ." This monthly event consists of guys and girls submitting questions anonymously to the moderators, with the answers being discussed in an open forum. It can get quite rowdy, and the discussions are always enlightening. For most of us, it's the first time we've really heard what members of the opposite sex think. I've been attending these Battles for a few months now. Even though I'm not a fan of mindless rhetoric, it's cool to be around some single people who can think and put together coherent sentences. The last couple of times I'v

I watched last night's debate between Senator Joe Biden and Governor Sarah Palin. Like most people around the country, I only watched to see if she was going to either fall on her face or make a complete and utter idiot out of herself. While she didn't do the former, she was all over the latter. Sarah didn't answer a single, solitary question posed to her by moderator Gwen Ifill. Not a one. She pretty much spouted the same erroneous rhetoric from the campaign trail, and it was tired. She must not read the newspaper, watch TV, or have access to a computer because most of her talking points about Barack have already been disproved by the "mainstream media" that she hates so much. Speaking of Palin's disdain for the media, her clear disrespect of the debate process was obvious to me when she told Ifill that she wouldn't be answering the questions like they wanted her to. In addition, Sarah was quite nasty -- dare I say bitchy -- in the way she spoke to Gwen.

When Barack Obama started running for president, I was afraid for him. Like most Black people -- especially those of us who were raised in the South -- we knew firsthand how dangerous it could be for a Black person who dared to challenge his or her station. During the primary season, some older Black people said that a vote for Obama would guarantee his death. Fast forward to now. Thankfully, Barack survived and is now poised to be the next president of the United States. Now my fears have shifted. After hearing about the latest racially charged incident in Texas , I'm afraid of what will happen to me once the Obamas paint the White House black. In America, Black people have been famous for our reactions to things that we consider unfavorable -- think the riots after the Rodney King verdict. However, we've never seen what happens when White people are upset. When Barack wins -- and as far as I'm concerned, there's no other choice at this crucial time in history -- what