Paula Dean’s career is crumbling after a Pandora’s box of racism was opened last week. Deen has created an empire including restaurants, tv shows, and books all based on her high calorie southern cooking. I first heard the story through chatter on Facebook. From the headlines, I surmised that Deen was under fire for admitting she has used the N word. At first my reaction was the everyone was over reacting to a minor controversy. Using the N word is never good, but unfortunately its still quite common.
That was my first reaction…
Then I started to read up on the details of the story and my opinion quickly changed. After reading a couple news articles it was clear that this was not an isolated incident but rather the tip of the iceberg. The whole story started because Paula and her restaurant company are currently on trial after allegations of racism and creating a hostile work environment. If you think that’s shocking, it gets worse. On top of that, many of the article’s provided a long list of past quotes that dig her racist ditch even deeper. She talked about her great grand father and how he was so devastated after his slaves were set free that he was ‘driven to suicide.’ She also wanted to organize a plantation themed wedding with an all black staff because she had gone to a restaurant with all black waiters.
You’ve got to be kidding me right?!? Now you’re referring to waiters as slaves? Come on! This reminds me of Larry Craig. If you don’t remember, Craig was the congressman arrested at the Minneapolis airport for cruising in men’s room. His defense was blissful ignorance and that he didn’t realize he was giving off cruising signals. I would’ve believed that until I learned that was not the first accusation of homosexual behavior. Throughout his career he has been accused and caught up in gay rumors and controversy. Similar to Paula Deen, one instance or story may be an stand alone situation where you made a bad choice. However when you back that up with several more stories… now you have a solid case. Sorry Paula Dean, by the powers vested in me by myself, I hear by declare you a racist. *Bang my pretend gavel*
There is a whole separate side to this story because after the fall out she was fired from the Food Network and dropped from several endorsement deals. There has been an outcry of support from fans saying she shouldn’t have been fired. New flash… Yes she should have! I whole heatedly support her right to express her views and opinions. However, you can’t say whatever you want and expect no consequences. If I walk up to a prison inmate and tell him to fuck off, I’ll be lucky if he only kicks my face in. Do I have the right to say it? Yes. Is it a smart decision? No. Sorry Paula you fucked up and unfortunately the higher you are the farther you have to fall.
A couple final notes:
I lump her in with other people like Donald Trump who are half racist and half idiot. Regardless of my opinion, I have to give Paula Dean some advice. She’s handled this scandal terribly. Doesn’t she have a PR person? First she cancelled a pre-scheduled interview on the Today show. Then she released a video apology that felt insincere and as uncomfortable as the shitty office and desk chair she was sitting in. She should have done the interview and faced her critics. If you run from your mistakes the public won’t forgive you. Remember Hugh Grant’s now famous interview on the Tonight Show after being caught with a hooker? He owned up to it and had a hit movie soon after.
If you want to support Paula Deen that’s your business. Honestly if she starts to handle the controversy better I think she can come back from it. However, don’t get all high and mighty and start chastising people for eating at Chick-fil-A because of their anti-gay politics and then turn around and tell us to give Paula a break. Just because Paula sounds sweet with her southern charm doesn’t make her any different. Now that I think of it, that would be a good career move. She should partner up with Chick-fil-A as their new spokes person. Million dollar idea y’all. Gasp!
Have you had sex with more then 30 people?
Have you ever cum in a bar?
Have you ever had sex in an adult book store?
Have you ever been double penetrated?
Have you ever fisted on the first date?
Have you ever had sex at work?
Have you ever bought an ugly hooker?
Have you ever been and ugly hooker?
Have you ever had the thought “Damn that feels good! I wonder what his name is?”
Have you ever placed or answered a Craigslist add?
Have you ever (seriously) referred to your asshole as a ‘man pussy?’
Have you ever had group sex? (I define a group as 4 or more)
Have you ever had sex with 3 or more people on more then 3 separate encounters in one day?
Have you ever needed to replace a sling because the old one was worn out?
Have you been in profession porn? (professional= you got paid)
Do you prefer to fuck bareback? (top or bottom)
Do you own more then 2 cock rings?
Do you keep a running Excel spreadsheet of everyone you’ve ever slept with?
Do you have a favorite brand of poppers?
Do you have more then three ‘hook up’ apps on your phone?
Do you have condoms, mouthwash, and lube in your car…just in case?
Do you own a dildo that is more the 7 inches long or more then 2 inches wide?
Do you get mad when a guy doesn’t swallow?
Does the staff at your local bathhouse know you by name?
What percentage of the photos on your phone are pornographic?
Are you in an open relationship that your partner doesn’t know about?
When you hear the word ‘business trip’ does your mind instantly think of anonymous hotel sex?
Is it impossible to take a screen shot of your phone’s photo album without a naked picture being included?
I try not to overload my blog with the overly cute and lovey dovey stuff between my boyfriend and I. He makes me the happiest I’ve ever been. However I also realized that no one wants to read a blog with post after post of uncensored happiness. Like pictures of your children, its only cute to the people involved. Why is it so much easier to identify with pain and heartache? Its the basis of Pop music and Kelly Clarkson’s career. Anyway back to me… with all that being said, I couldn’t resist posting this adorable video Russ made on Sunday morning. It cute and adorable like a basket of puppies.
Note: the video was made using iMovie. It’s an amazing app.
Some attraction is very conscious and obvious. For example, if your belly peaks out from under the bottom of your shirt I’m going to take notice. I also love when I can see your butt crack. That’s something I am consciously aware of. However some parts of attraction are a lot less conscious. They are the qualities that drawn you toward a particular man. Let me explain what I mean: Picture you are at a bar and you are introduced to a group of hot guys from out of town. Objectively they all have similar traits of being husky, bearded, shaved head, and broad shoulders. However for some reason you are naturally more attracted to Bear X over his friends Bear Y and Bear Z. What’s that unspoken attraction or quality? This post is dedicated to one of my (many) unconscious attractions.
When I was in high school I had a major crush on straight boy. Come one, we’ve all been there. His name was Tony and he was a year ahead of me. I swooned the first time I saw him my freshmen year and the crush lasted until he graduated three years later. He had chin length hair that he would tuck behind his ears while wearing anything that didn’t look too new. He may have been in the band and he definitely didn’t play sports. He was a stoner. Unbeknownst to me he would lay the pattern for a life long unconscious attraction to stoners.
Why do I like them so much? I’m not totally sure. There’s just something about them that I’ve always been drawn to. If I had to guess I assume its their relaxed easy going nature and their love of a good time with friends. Plus they’re almost always in a good mood! That’s a great combo. Happy and relaxed are at absolute top of my (unconscious) attraction list. Who wants to fuck the nervous jittery guy? Or the hot chubby guy who looks lifeless and miserable all the time? No thank you. I actually know a guy who is super cute with an amazing body but I don’t think I have ever seen him smile. Even at the funnest parties he looks like his dog just died. That kills so much of my attraction. (I’m not saying I’d push him away… but you get the idea) Give me a chubby Seth Rogen any day of the week.
“I thought you didn’t smoke?”
Yes, that’s correct. I don’t smoke weed. As I’ve said in the past, whether its cigarettes or weed I have nothing against smoking. Its just not for me. A lot of that is because the actual act of breathing in smoke is very unappealing to me. Yuk. Now if you baked weed into some delicious brownies or cookies… we may be able to make a deal.
P.S. If you ever want to get on my good side, feed me first. A full belly is a happy belly.
P.P.S I never know whether to call it pot or weed. I always think I’m saying the wrong one and outing myself as terrible uncool.
My recent post If You Think I’m Sexy dealt mostly with situational and circumstantial sex appeal. This time I’m going to put all that aside and focus mainly on the physical. What turns you on when you look at a man? You might be won over by a cute face while others just look for body and physique. If you didn’t already know, I tend to be fickle. I can list half a dozen of celebrities I hate for no reason. When it comes to sexual attraction the same rings true. One random feature, unimportant to anyone else, can be a total boner killer. Conversely an otherwise unimpressive guy can instantly win me over with an equally minor feature. If I’m honest there’s not always a rhyme or reason to my thinking either.
Erect erasure nips
A big round belly
A belly that hangs over the waistband
A meaty ass
Low hanging egg size balls
A thick neck
Shorter is better
There’s a lot of common traits aren’t on my list because I don’t have a strong preference for them either way. For example, race isn’t a deal maker or breaker for me even though its the end all for some. We all have that one friend who’s dick only gets hard for ________. (fill in the blank with any minority group, Asian, Latinos, etc) In addition, although I’m a bear you’ll notice body hair is not on my list either. Hairy or smooth? I don’t care. I only have one requirement when it comes to fur. Please don’t be super hairy and super skinny. I just can’t do it and neither can my penis. Skinny and hairless is cool. If you’re fat and hairy come sit on my face. But if you’re a 28 waist and have a permanent angora sweater the best we’ll be in Gurl friends.
The other point I should make is that the list above is by no means complete nor a requirement. Like I said, I’m fickle. If you have one or more features then you’re off to a good start but it doesn’t guarantee access to my dick. You might have the hottest belly and the thickest neck but if your body odor punches me in the face, I’M OUT! In the same vein, you might have nothing listed but your charm and sex appeal puts me over the edge. People often under estimate the power of charm but I’m the biggest sucker for it every time. Every time.
I realize that Good Skin might stand out as odd amongst my list of thick and round qualities. It’s true though. After selling skin care for many years I notice when a guy has nice clear
soft skin. My friend Gates always comes to mind when I think of soft skin. That wasn’t the only reason he had/has access to my dick, but it definitely helped.
1. I have little tolerance for people who complain too much that they are not hot enough or not someone’s type. Guess what, there is always someone hot who’s not going to be attracted to you. “But its hard to be a chaser when everyone likes bears.” That’s true, but here’s another hard fact. It’s not easy being a bear amongst bears either. There are a lot of people who aren’t attracted to me. Yes, I fit into the standard bear mold physically but when I open my mouth silk chiffon flows out. My flamboyant tendencies can be a real boner killer for the ruff and tuff ‘masc’ gays. I’m a fashion loving bear with flamboyant tendencies and that’s not going to change and I’m ok with it. If a guy isn’t interested, just move on to the next. Don’t think your life is any harder then someone else’s.You never know what shit they have to deal with. Stop wining and have fun.
2. No one can ruin your life unless you let them. We all go through very difficult times especially when dealing with love and emotions. When your heart is broken, it can be devastating and takes time to heal. With that being said, he can only ruin your life if you let him. I went through a bad couple years while dealing with some friend messiness. It was the most depressed I had ever been in my life. However my life wasn’t ruined. It took time but I got over it. (and I’m proud to say we’re still friends) My situation was unique because no one involved did anything wrong. It was simply a matter of miss matched expectations and feelings. Even if he did ‘do you wrong’ there is a point where you need to either move on from the pain or go get professional help. You look just as bad when you’re still visibly angry and trashing him 5 years later.
3.You know that friend who is always outrageous and fun when you’re out partying? Have you ever noticed that he can’t keep a job or a boyfriend and is a general fuck up in his real life? A guy with a stable career and well adjusted life usually is not the one dancing on the bar in his underwear every night. Yes we all have our trashy moments but when you’re 45 and getting cut off every night by the bartenders at 11pm… I doubt you’re going to work on Monday as a CEO. Don’t misunderstand, I’m not knocking these guys. They’re a a ball to hang out with and provide endless Instagram inspiration. Just realize that when they ask you if your company is hiring, lie and tell them no. (20 something guys get a hall pass on this one because that’s what you’re supposed to do when you’re 20)
P.S. The Growlr conversation pictured is real and posted with permission by my BFFs.