Looking for love in all the wrong places

It never ceases to amaze me how some women seem to always confuse love and sex.

A friend of mine, I'll call him James, a self admitted D-O-G, met this random woman on one of the social networking websites. Within a few days of meeting face to face, she has already laid down for this man. She must have been turned out because the next thing you know, she is posting all kinds of comments, laying claim to him, informing other women that she is the one and only. Started to sound sort of stalker - ish. It could have gotten a whole lot worst for James considering he broke the number one rule in the player's handbook. He brought this woman to his house!! He had no clue what this woman was capable of. She could have wore his ass out, and not in a good way. Something straight out of Gaelle's song "Parkway". He would have deserved it, as far as I am concerned. He should have been straight with the woman. He just wanted a one night stand and then to move on. But I guess honestly wouldn't have gotten him laid so quickly.

Anyway, some time passes. About a month. She has came to realization that James was just looking for the fast ass, which should have been obvious from jump. She wrote a little blog entry, dedicated to the once, so brief, love of her life, James. She lays out his whole game, the one she fell for, whipping out the Platinum card to offer to buy her nice things, bragging about the "package" he's working with and how he can do it "all night long", which turned out to be a short night, a very short night. What was so perplexing to me, reading her blog entry, was how surprised she was. She couldn't understand why he lied to her. And she took no responsibility for her own actions. She seemed so focused by the potential of a man with money to spend on her and back breaking, mind numbing orgasms that she was blinded to realization that maybe, just maybe this was a little too good to be true. That maybe, just maybe, giving up the puddy after less than three days is most likely not the beginnings of happily after ever.

Life After People

The History Channel showed a special last night called "Life After People". It is a hypothetical look at life on Earth if suddenly the Earth's human population was decimated to zero. My husband wouldn't watch the show with me. He said it was too depressing. But there will probably come a time humans no longer walk the Earth. I've been slightly paranoid of this thought since age 10, when I picked up the Childcraft Encyclopedia, volume 4, entitled "Space". It described how the Sun is really just a star and will actually burnout, leaving the Earth frigid and inhabitable for life as we know. There is a movie based around this theory. I read way too much as a kid.

The show does not go into predictions as to why humans suddenly become extinct. However, two scenarios popped into my head. Armageddon will either be a man-made catastrophe or Mother Nature reclaiming the planet. Or, even, a combination of both. We are living in a generation, probably the first generation, in which we have the technology to blow ourselves off the planet!

They start from day one and go all the way to ten thousand years of life without people. By then, there is very little evidence that the human race ever existed. None of our skyscrapers, bridges or highways. Nature takes back everything. Got me to thinking. So many people worry about leaving behind a legacy. Is it really that big of a deal? I mean, some people scrimp and save to leave a legacy to ungrateful children. The children turn around and squander the whole wad. I understand why my grandmother always says there is no reason to wait around for her to die. She plans to enjoy every single penny of her money before she dies. She plans to just leave enough for final expenses. As far as she is concerned, nobody will be getting rich off of her death.

It's not like we can control what happens to our legacy once we are gone. Eventually, we will all be forgotten and any evidence of our existence will be lost or destroyed. It just seems that we need to focus more on the now, while we are here on this planet. Make the most of time on this planet.

The American Idol audition rounds

I'll admit it! I love watching the American Idol audition rounds. It is my guilty pleasure to watch some of the no talent wannabes try to convince the judges that they are best undiscovered new talent. It never ceases to amaze me. Confidence is one thing, but many of these people are just plain out of touch with reality. No singing ability whatsoever.

One contestant came on the show at the urging of his co-workers. Here is his audition, if you dare:



He needs to go back to work and smack the shit out of those lying ass co-workers of his. They obviously wanted him to go and make a fool out of himself.

And this guy. OMG, he was just plain scary. If I was Paula Abdul, I would have had a restraining order placed on this guy and get a 24 hour bodyguard. Creepy!!!

Techie moment - MacBook Air... wow!

I love Apple, but I am extremely displeased with their latest MacBook offering. The MacBook Air. Advertised as the world's thinnest notebook. That it is. It should also be advertised as the most expensive and useless notebook. That it is. $3000 and all I get is a lousy 64GB hard drive??? Ok, ok, but the hard drive is a solid state hard drive, hence, no moving parts, hence more durability. But $3000? And only 64GB? I'm obvious not ready to pay so much for so little hard drive space. I am too spoiled with getting 80GB to 160GB of hard drive space in a notebook for a 1/3 of the price. 64GB is barely enough to hold my applications!! It doesn't even come with a superdrive. The laptop is too thin to accommodate Apple's slot loading drive. But wait, not to worry. You can purchase a external one for an additional $99. There's no ethernet port so add on another $29 dollars for that. It is way too dependent on everything being wireless. I'm not quite there yet. And no firewire port???

Some cool points. I like the remote disc option. I can set up the optical drive on another computer to be shared with the MacBook Air. I also like the new trackpad features. They added new gestures, very similar to iPhone gestures, like pinch (zooming in and out), swipe (paging items left and right) and rotate, useful in many applications. And hey, it's thin enough to fit into a manila interoffice envelope!

Maybe I am being to hard on the MacBook Air. I guess it is not completely useless for some. But for a power user like myself, it still has a long way to go.

Baltimore men

I was with a group of women over the weekend and, of course, the discussion veered towards the lack of good men in the Baltimore area. As usual, I was quick to defend my Baltimore brothers. I just hate to think that my hometown cannot breed a descent stock of good men. But I guess it is time to come out of my denial. Seeing that I haven't been in love's battlefield in almost 10 years, I started looking at some of my dating friends and relatives.

One of my sisters has been dating a guy she met while she was in the military. They have been together for about 2 or 3 years. He was raised in New York. Prior to that, she tried a couple of online dating services, with quite a few "interesting" dates in the area. One in particular that I remember her describing was with a guy who was 24 going on 10. His table manners were hideous (remember the "see food" joke when you were a kid). He had absolutely no intelligent conversion. It sounded more like babysitting than a date.

One of my friends is currently dating a guy from Virginia. They have a descent relationship. I always know that it must be serious when she tells the guy's name. She describes as a good man, better than what she kept running into here in Baltimore.

And the more that I think about, there has been only one other man in my life that I would have considered marrying. Yes guessed it, he was not born and raised in the greater Baltimore metro area. I had to go 8 hours west to find his ass!

But I kept thinking, what about my husband's friends that are single? With the exception of about 2 of them, they appear to be good dating material. Once again, my thesis does not hold consistently. Most of those men have relocate here from other states. They're complaining that there are not enough good, single, approachable women here.

To be continued...

Another reason to not be pleased with the governor

Ok, I'm pissed!!! What the hell was O'Malley thinking? Raising the sales tax? In the past 2 years, my property taxes have raised significantly, the water bill has gone up, I cannot keep a decent budget because the BGE gas commodity charge ranges anywhere from $35 to $150 month to month. Thank goodness I never took up smoking. The tax on that went another $1. If I did smoke, it would definitely be time to quit. I just don't understand why the State is so quick to tax the hell out of its citizens, especially when the State is so SLOOOOOOOOOW to approve efforts to improve the quality of living for its citizens.

And the businesses in the State? Well, any business that is into big ticket items. Consumers are already feeling the pinch of the market slowdown. I wonder how many MD residents will cross the line to Delaware to purchase that new sofa or that new LCD television.

I realize that taxes are a necessary evil. All I'm saying is that there must be other ways to increase revenue besides consistently raising taxes.

Happy New Year!!!

I hope all my readers brought in the new year with a bang!!

A friend of mine forwarded me this email, thought I'd share:

Thanks to all who sent me e-mails in 2007
I really mean it, I want to send my thanks to all who sent me e-mails last year in particular:

• I must send my thanks to whoever sent me the one about rat poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet towel with every envelope that needs sealing.
• Also, I now have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.
• I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown); who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time.
• I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.
• Or from the senior bank clerk in Nigeria who wants me to split $7 million with me for pretending to be a long lost relative of a customer who died intestate.
• I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me.
• I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.
• Thanks to you, I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.
• Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca-Cola because it can remove toilet stains.
• I no longer can buy gas without taking a friend along to watch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm filling up.
• I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.
• I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore and Uzbekistan.
• Thanks to you, I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my bum.
• And thanks to your great advice, I can't even pick up the $5.00 I found dropped in the car park because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.

If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00pm this afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump.

I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician.

By the way....a South American scientist after a lengthy study has discovered that people with low IQ who have infrequent sexual activity always read their e-mails with their hand on the mouse.

Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late.

Improve your gaydar!!!

I'm on vacation until the 7th. I really need to fine better things to do with my time! Today, I wasted time with Tyra. Today's topic: The science of gaydar.



Tyra's guest was a controversial doctor who claims that there are tell-tale signs that can used to prove a person's sexual orientation. A few of the methods are, of course, based on stereotypes that we all know, i.e., the pitch of the man's voice, the way he walks, the activities in which he engages. However, there a few that I had never heard of. Such as:

1. the "whorl" of a man's hair. Apparently, the direction a man's hair grows in can play a factor in his sexuality. If the hair grows in clockwise, he is usually straight, counter-clockwise, gay. However, one of the test subjects hair appeared to grow in both directions. Does that make him bi-sexual or on the down low?
2. the length of his fingers: if the middle finger is longer than the pointer finger, the man is usually straight. If the pointer finger is longer or the same length as the middle finger, possibly a gay man.

Needless to say, this is not an exact science. One of the guys on the panel loved outdoor activities such as fishing and hunting, activities normally attributed to a straight man, and was gay. I realize that stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason, but hell, a "science" based on stereotypes. It seemed a bit insulting.

I did not realize...

...that there is a disease that can actually turn your skin pigmentation from black to white. Seriously. I always thought that it was Michael Jackson's excuse for all that terrible plastic surgery. More info here. Maybe Jacko isn't as troubled as I thought???

I got a hybrid

Well, for the day anyway. One of the few things that I like about my dealership is that they offer free rentals when they perform service on my car. What I do not like it that something as simple as an oil change requires me to rent a car in the first place. It takes them that long to get to my car.

Anyway, as the woman is filling out the paperwork for my rental, I notice the alarm switch does not have a key. Strange, I thought. But then again, maybe the key is in the car. So I mosey on down to the service lane to the car and look for the key. But the there is not key. Not even a key hole. Just a button. Ok, how do you start this damn car? I got an attendant to reluctantly help me out. To start the car, you need to depress the brake, then press the "Power" button. Then trust that car is actually on. You can't tell initially as the gas engine doesn't kick in immediately. That bothered me a bit. No initial pickup. I have a V6 engine in my car. I'm used to serious acceleration.

Once I got the car on the highway, it was pretty smooth. The acceleration got better but obviously not as nice as the acceleration of a V6. The car gave a constant read out of the average gas mileage. I managed about 35 MPG. I could be wrong, but it looked like as I drove faster, the more the gas mileage went up. Could that be my excuse if I got pulled over by the cops?

Officer: Umm, ma'am. Do you realize that you going 80 MPH in a 55 zone?
Me: Sorry for speeding officer but I was doing my part to help the environment.
Officer: Excuse me?
Me: This is a hybrid. The faster I go, the less gas that I use, the better for the environment.

It would be a unique excuse anyway.

African, African American or Black American

Another thing that popped into my mind as I was writing the previous blog entry, I came across an article a little ago about the term African American.

An African professor had recently became an American citizen. He was at a forum where the subject of race determination came up. I don't remember the entire story and, of course, now I can't find the article. In summary, he considered himself an African American. The others in the forum, mostly black people born and raised in America, did not agree with him.

In the 80s, there was a push by many of our black leaders at the time to use the term African American to describe ourselves, to give us a geography, to give us heritage. There has been some debate now as to who can technically use the term. I always thought that those of us that were born and raised here could use it as well as those that immigrated here from Africa and became legal citizens. Much like Koreans that become American citizens are Korean American, Japanese Japanese American, Mexicans Mexican American, and so on. However, according to this group anyway, that does not apply with Africans.

After thinking about this a bit, I figured that part of the reason for this discrepancy has to do with the fact that there are Africans who are of fair skin tone. Take a few actors, for instance. Charlize Theron was born and raised in South Africa. Her first language is Afrikaans. Daniel Bonjour is another white South African, born and raised.

So I guess the questions come: is the term African American about heritage or about color? Or did it start off as being about heritage but then transformed into being about race? Is the term only used for black people born and raised in America or can African immigrants use the term as well, albeit the fact that there is such a thing as a white African?

Good and Bad Hair

I was too young at the time to realize the point that Spike Lee was making with this musical number. Black is beautiful in every shade, right? At least it should be.

One of my fellow bloggers had talked about racism outside of our race. But what about the internal racism?

Either we are too light or too dark. The lighter sisters are told that they are not "black" enough or that they are trying to be white, as if they had a choice in the pigmentation of their skin color, unlike Michael Jackson, of course.

Either we are first generation African in America or we are Black Americans, several generations beyond our African roots. I have found, in my experience, that many Africans that have immigrated to America, especially African women, do not seem to care for us Black Americans. One young lady went so far as to say that Black Americans cannot be trusted. It appeared that her impressions of us was based on the white media, which, no matter what they say, is incredibly biased.

"Can't we all just get along?" Although not the best role model for the black people, Rodney King had a point. There are enough outside forces working against us as it is without us tearing one another down.

The first snowfall of the season...

and, as usual, drivers in the Maryland/DC area totally loss their ability to drive. There is barely anything sticking to the ground, visibility is barely impaired and yet there are traffic jams left and right. Of course, slow down and drive for the conditions. But damn, nothing was moving. I came across a few accidents on my way. One looked as if the driver was totally unaware that snow on the pavement can melt and refreeze, causing a hazardous condition. Especially on an overpass. Probably going too fast for conditions. Looked like a 180 into the overpass wall.

I'm thinking the traffic jams are more due that influx of people thinking they need to leave earlier to reach their destinations on time. But I think that just puts more people on the road at the same time, causing the clogging of the every major traffic artery.

After trying two alternate routes to get to work and barely getting anywhere after 40 minutes, I said fuck it! Called my supervisor, told her to forget about seeing me this morning. At the rate I was going, I MIGHT have gotten there by noon. I have a 45 minute commute on a good day. It just wasn't worth it. Get to work by noon, stay at work until 5pm, and, more than likely, sit in two to three more hours of traffic on the way home. No thanks!!!

Need a pickup line?

Then crack open a fortune cookie. Yes, you heard me. A fortune cookie. Fortune cookie makers have apparently decided that the wisdom of Confucius is passe.

After kicking ass in my karate class, I gets a bit hungry. I hit the local "Chinese" food joint for a box of shrimp fried rice and a fortune cookie. My fortune for the day: "Are your legs tired because you have been running through my mind all day." Okay, not only do I get an old pick up line, but an absolutely lame pick up line. Any man that uses this pick up line probably needs to be alone. That has got to be the corniest pick up line uttered.

I wish I could remember the other pick up line fortune cookie that I came across. It was still lame, but slightly better than the one that I just mentioned. Maybe they will get better? Who knows, fellas. Maybe you should take your next date to the local "Chinese" restaurant and crack open that fortune cookie. Maybe you'll get lucky. Or smacked. My bet is on getting smacked!

Cover song gone wrong

Now, I'm all for different genre versions of songs. There was the country version of Brian McKnight's "Back at One", Whitney's R&B version of Dolly Parton's "I Will Always Love You". I suppose they went over well. But this one. Imagine, if you will, a folk version of Nelly's "Hot in Herre". Better yet don't imagine, watch the video below...



She also has a song called "Fuck Was I Thinking". After listening to her version of Nelly, I couldn't help but wonder, "what the fuck were you thinking?"

So maybe I overreacted a little

Early this morning, around midnight, I was startled by bright lights suddenly going off. I initially thought that the street light had gone out. I went to the window to check it out. Turns out that there is a large SUV parked directly in front of my house. A person starts get out of the car, but then gets back in. And sits there for about 20 minutes. I wouldn't have been so alarmed, except that I did not recognize the SUV and in the neighborhood that I grew up in, someone parked in a car on our block at midnight usually meant the person was shooting up or getting a blow job.

So, in the interest of my neighborhood's safety and in my annoyance with that big ass SUV parked in front of the house, I called the non-emergency line. Didn't get an answer. Thinking that I had the wrong number, I looked around for another number. About 15 minutes later, found the number online. Now all this time, the SUV is still sitting there. No one has gotten into or out of the car. I call the second number. Still no answer. I figured I just take my paranoid ass to bed. But then the phone rings. My tax dollars at work.

I explained the situation, unknown, suspicious SUV parked late night. Fifteen more minutes go by. Someone finally comes to the car. I should have known. It was my next door neighbor. Better stated, the employees of my next door neighbor. Motherfuckers. They're always taking up the parking in front of my house. The shitty thing is that most of time, there is plenty of parking in front of their own house. As it was this morning.

Just as they were about to pull off, a police car pulls up. About 5 minutes later, a second one. They were held up for twenty more minutes before they finally pulled off. I'm pretty sure that they know that it was me who made the phone call. On more than one occasion, I have had to ask them to move their cars. They were probably cussing me out the next day. But maybe their inconsiderate asses might think twice about parking their big ass, broken down, noisy, pieces of shit cars in front of my house.

It's going to be a bitch this winter if we get any significant accumulation of snow. I'll be damned if I dig out a parking space in front of my house just for those inconsiderate bitches asses to park in. I won't be having any of that shit this winter without a fight! So if ya'll hear about a black woman going crazy over street parking in front of her house on the news this winter, you heard it here first.

Freaky Flexibility

This kind of flexibility is just plain freaky. My first thought was Dhalsim from the Street Fighter video games.

Is it true, Nas? Is hip-hop dead?

I originally posted this on my myspace blog about a year ago. After reading Cat's blog post about the current state of hip hop and R&B, it brought to mind this post and I figured I'd post it here:

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I don't listen to hip-hop the way I used to. I don't find it as moving or inspiring as it used to be. As a child raised on mostly jazz, soul and rhythm, when I first discovered hip hop, I thought is was just a fad.

Around the time of Run DMC, I was in middle school. I remember on the playground one day, an eighth grader had made the declaration that "Rap music will never die!". I thought he was crazy. I was thinking, that wasn't real music. I was in love with the music of Michael Jackson and Prince, Al Jarreau and Grover Washington, Jr, Steve Wonder and Luther Vandross.

Then, something changed. I was listening to the radio one afternoon. The DJ was mixing some song called "Tramp" and there were women rapping. I think up until this point, I had never heard a female MC, let alone two. This was groundbreaking for me. I had to find out more.

I brought my copy of Salt N Pepa's "Hot, Cool and Vicious" and listened to it constantly. I went to school to declare my new found love only to have a 4th grader cut me down. "You late!!! That album is old!!!" I think that I was in the 6th grade at the time. I was already having younger people tell me how incredibly "un-hip" I was.

Then I found MC Lyte and Queen Latifah. Roxanne Shante and The Real Roxanne. Some helped define and brought the true favor of hip hop, some just faded away. Some just simply had no business putting out a record in the first place (Does anyone the group Le Trim??? If Hilliary Banks of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air had a rap group, Le Trim would have been that group.)

Eventually, I got off the women's lib tip and opened my ears to all of rap. It has gone through so many evolutions in the pass few decades. It has endured and been accepted by the masses. And that's where it becomes a mixed blessing.

The hip-hop music that I hear on the radio and on the videos have this cookie cutter approach. There isn't much that is different. There isn't much that stands out. Because being different means risking dividends. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad that people are making money. But the money just seems to stifle creativity. And the music lovers are subjected to the same 16 songs in a row, every hour, on the hour on the radio. Needless to say, I don't listen to the radio much. I remember when radio was the best place for hearing good and new music.

So, is hip-hop dead? I would like to think not. But it has got sucked a bit too much into popular culture. I believe that there are still many purveyors of the hip-hop vibe that I grew to know and love; Common, Talib, The Roots, just to name a few. And I have come across a few here on myspace. It's still alive. TRUE HIP-HOP WILL NEVER DIE.

Jon & Kate plus 8

This is a reality TV show on TLC.

The couple, Jon and Kate, were having trouble getting pregnant, so they, of course, turned to the use of fertility pills. They were blessed with twin daughters. But for some reason, two children were not enough for them. Oh no. They figured "let's try again for one more". So they get on the fertility pills again. This time, not one, not two, but six, sextuplets. Personally, the first two would have been enough for me. Fertility pills have been known to cause women to birth a litter. So why take that chance? My husband thought that maybe it was the husband's, Jon's, idea. He probably be wanted a boy to carry on the family name. Whatever. If that was my husband, he would have to get over that, unless by some medical miracle, man was able to give birth. In the opening credits, there is a picture of Kate pregnant and it's just unbelievable. It looked as if her stomach was below her knees!!! I'm sure she was on bed rest most, if not the entire time.

The sextuplets are now three. I believe the older twins are 5 or 6. Whatever they are, they are old enough to be in school, leaving Kate with six toddlers take care of during the day. Jon is an IT tech and works during the day. Work is probably like a mini vacation for him. I'm a mother of ONE and that can be a handful. I cannot imagine having to deal with 6 children all day, everyday. I would simply lose it. There would be no 'me' time, I am simply too selfish to not have 'me' time. Even with Jon and Kate together, there is never a moment's peace. In one of the episodes I saw, Kate was having a fit because Jon was taking too long to get dress or something. She had to have known that man was hiding. He wanted a little peace and quiet, if even for a minute. The last episode I saw was Mother's Day. Kate went to the spa. She kicks backs and talks about maybe after 4 days of the spa, she'll be ready to come home. Wishful thinking!!! But, when she does get home, she talks about how nice it is come home to a "classroom of kids".

I like kids. Kids can be fun. I might even consider having one more. Might. But eight! The sextuplets are 3 now. Wait till they become teenagers. And I don't want to think about college tuition. Ouch!!! Jon will be working until... pretty much forever it seems.

Judgemental People

Everyone has their opinions. I can respect that. But some people take it way too far. Dr Phil had a show on judgmental people. There was the man-hater, the woman hater, the morally righteous, the guy who is against everything about society, the woman who hates her own race and the woman who hates ugly people.

I think the one that bothered me the most was the black woman who hated other black people. Her racial self-hatred was based on all the stereotypes that has plagued the black race for years. True, there are black people that fall into those categories. I've definitely met a few. However, I have met many more beautiful, black women who are far beyond any black stereotype that you can think of. They are successful, they are intelligent, highly educated, productive members of society.

The next really annoying one for me was the morally righteous, holier than thou chick. She embodied every reason why I am not a fan of organized religion. First all, she made the statement that her whole purpose for being on the show was to make people conform to her point of view. She wasn't willing to listen to anyone else, damning anyone to hell who drank, cursed, had sex before marriage, had body piercings or tatoos. As she preached to everyone that she walked into and damned them to hell, she couldn't understand why anyone would disagree with or simply ignore her. Then what got me was how much of a hypocrite she was. She was caught on tape dropping f-bombs. The mother of all curse words. She claimed to not have had intercourse, however, she did admit to dry humping and heavy petting (who the hell says that anymore), basically, Clinton sex. I'm sorry, raised as a Catholic, I was told all that was wrong. She doesn't sound any closer to heaven than the rest of us heathens. What absolutely turned me off from her, like everything else wasn't enough, was the comment she made about an ex-boyfriend of hers. The ex-boyfriend cheated and got another girl pregnant. The child was born mentally retarded and she felt that he got what he deserved for cheating on her. Can you believe that? How could anyone, especially someone as religious as she claimed to be, wish that on anyone?

The male chauvinist pig...well, what can I say. They wasn't much that came out of his mouth that didn't piss me off. He must not think much of his mother to have such shitty opinions about women.

The other three would easily get on one's nerves but at least they seemed willing, on some level, to admit that they had an issue and was trying to be open-minded enough to work through those issues. The man-hater had to admit that maybe she was attracting the wrong men. The "ugly people" hater saw that she was trying to attack people they had the chance to attack her.

Well, as they progress through their time in the Dr. Phil house, I hope they can gain some insight into themselves. Realize that not everything or everyone in the world is all black and white. Although, I don't have much hope for the religious zealot. She is in his own world.