Tuesday for Clutch Magazine I wrote the ultimate guide for staying single so it's just you and your cats until you shuffle off the mortal coil. Mostly it was about not bathing, being a jerk and generally removing yourself from the dating game altogether. Here's a taste: "I find that nothing gets people to ignore the crap out of you like not bathing for several days. It works for the homeless. Look at how people just step over them in the street. It’s that powerful. Also, let yourself go. You don't want to 'accidentally' attract someone by still 'being cute.'"
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In Monday's post for Clutch Magazine Online I wrote about that while black women have some of the greatest self-esteem around, some of us are desperate for any sign that we are desired, leading to some pretty compromising situations. Here's a snippet: "(T)here has been documented story after story after story of black women – often in a panic – over marriage. Personally, I think there are more panicking articles than actual panicking black women, but they do touch on one singular truth – some of us are never going to get married. Some of us really don’t want to be part of that some that won’t. So some of us say some really crazy stuff in this Great Man Panic of the 2000s."
Last week I wrote a post on women who get stuck on guys who don't want them. And I mean really don't want them. Some people call this getting stuck in the "friendzone." I call it "auditioning" to be someone's girlfriend when they could care less. Here's a snippet: "I learned the hard way if a boy (or by extension, a man) wants to be with you, he’ll act like he wants to be with you. It was a hard lesson to learn, but I can’t say that every person learns it."
A male friend of mine once told me that he had this fantasy -- a romantic fantasy -- of at some point in his life pulling a Denzel Washington out of the 1990 Spike Lee film Mo' Betta Blues where he falls on his knees and begs a woman to save his life by loving him despite his flaws.
While I'm more than familiar with the movie and this particular scene between Washington and actress Joie Lee, I never saw the scene as romantic because A) he only turned to her after everyone else had abandoned him and (1990 spoiler alert) B) his lip was busted so he couldn't play the horn anymore. So basically he was like "Now that I'm all washed up and a has been, let's be together."
Never one to look a gift honor in the mouth, ye olde Snob Blog was named by DatingAdvice.com as one of the top ten Interracial Dating blogs. I don't actually write that much about interracial dating (or any kind of dating), but when I do, I try to be fair. My mantra is pretty much love who you wanna love and don't treat people of different races like exotic animals, stereotypes or objects to be possessed. I was honored along with sites The Root, Beyond Black & White and more. Check out who else made the list here.
KIM KARDASHIAN! Now that I have your attention -- KANYE WEST! Now that I have your outrage, here's a a snippet from a story I wrote Friday for Clutch Magazine Online about how fame messes with your head and how what looks like a terrible idea to us, makes perfect sense for train wreck romance lovers. I managed to work in references to the literary works of F. Scott Fitzgerald AND ... Paris Hilton.
Friday for Clutch Magazine I recount the time my friend -- who sometimes struggles to relate to white people -- announced she was going to start dating white guys as if it was a "Coke versus Pepsi" kind of thing. We got a good laugh out of that one, but it touched on a deeper issue. Are you dating someone because they share your values and interests or are you just dating via stereotypes?
In a Friday post for Clutch Magazine Online, The Snob talks about the more dysfunctional end of serial monogamy -- namely your person who fears being alone so much, they routinely settle for horrible relationships. Then want to tell you all about them. But no one wants to hear about, gurl. Lemme talking you down from making this mistake again.
Snippet after the jump.
After a lot of heavy writing this week, The Snob decided to lighten things up a bit with a satirical post on rating the various dating spirit animals seeking to help you find the love of your life (or at least the love of your next five-to-ten minutes). In the post, I break down the different philosophies and ideologies of Steve Harvey, Tyrese Gibson, Paul Carrick Brunson, Patti Stanger and my loving grandmother. Who's advice is right for you?