Thinking Kinky : The Nappy Haired Diva

So, Khloe Kardashian has rushed to her estranged husband's side to be there for him after being rescued from a Las Vegas brothel eh? Surprise , surprise. She still loves him clearly and proceeding with a divorce when her estranged husband is incapacitated seems like the moral thing to do. With the memes that are being circulated lately about Odom's drug habit and saving his marriage by being a junky and sleeping with whores, people have cast  Khloe Kardashian as the village idiot in of  the Khloe-Lamar Love Story. But can we really say anything? Khloe is in the public eye so we all see her idiocy whether she likes it or not, but plenty of us have made similar decisions. We're just fortunate to have our folly concealed behind the lips of faithful friends. Plenty of women and men have not only endured drug addicts, liars, cheaters, but  left them only to take them back a time or two hundred. This behavior isn't news to us. It just makes the news because we enjoy baski...

What's In a Hymen? I read in the paper last week, that some women are seeking to have their hymens repaired so that their soon to be husbands to be would believe that they are virgins. (insert deep breath here) Okay, maybe in a culture where women are expected to be virgins and if they aren't they are stoned to death, or forced into brothels or something...but AMERICA? Then again, what the heck is so great about America? The bottom line is, we as women are so compelled to satisfy men that we are willing to surgically reinvent hymens. Absurd is putting it mildly. Outrageous is more I like it. So, where are all these men who are breaking hymens and running off to marry preserved virgins with hymens in tact, and ready to be broken? Regardless of where you are from, it's the same mentality. Americans are no different and no less oppressed when most American women either: a) broke their hymen in a drunken stupor b) broke their hymen with a guy who's last name isn...

Mega Millions: Why The F@#% Do I Even Play? I purchase a Mega Millions ticket now and again but when the jackpot grows to vast proportions, I make sure I purchase a ticket. Why? Because I want that money! Here's the thing: the chances at hitting the jackpot are slim to none. If you want the depressing facts, as of 2013 your chances of hitting it big were 1 in 175 MILLION. So when you do hit the jackpot, just know you have a buck for every other person that played and lost to your lucky arse. So why do I keep playing the lottery? No, I'm not some gambling addicted fool. I play because I can't win if I don't. Wait... I do sound like a gambling addicted fool. Well the truth is that while the odds are not in my favor and I am getting my financial Hunger Games on whenever I purchase a ticket, I'm aware that there is zero of chance of winning if I don't play at all. The lottery gives someone a dream they can actually pursue with one or two bucks. How aggressive ...