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Earlier this week, we thought Monica was pursing a career in nursing when she posted a picture of herself in scrubs on her Instagram page.
Well, that’s not exactly correct. Necole Bitchie reached out to Monica for more details and she explained what’s really going on.
I’m not studying to be a nurse. I have a great respect for nurses. Especially, seeing first hand all that they do & how they selflessly give of themselves. It is mandatory that we wear scrubs in my field as well. I’ve always had an interest in forensics. In my field we focus on giving the family much needed answers and closure in the event that they lose a loved one. I enjoy helping families during one of the most difficult times in their life.
Thanks for checking with me. My post was never intended to be misleading. It was meant to just be encouraging because some days it’s just not easy but it’s all possible if u stay encouraged & believe.
We’re still impressed, a bit more so actually.
Looks like Monica is a woman with many talents. Earlier today, the singer took to Instagram to show us what she does in her free time. As someone who follows Monica, I don’t know where she finds said free time, currently working on an album, attending her husband’s basketball games and actively raising her three children. But somehow she makes it work.
And in addition to all those things, Monica is pursing her passion for healthcare work, or nursing specifically.
She posted this picture of herself in scrubs with the following caption.
I really dig this little fun fact about Monica and am certainly glad she shared it. It’s a nice reminder that many of our talents and skills extend beyond just one area. And we shouldn’t be afraid to start from square one and pursue the other ones as well. Kudos to Monica.
And on another, scarier note.
After she left work and went back to her car, she found that someone was attempting to sleep in her car.
Check out the video of the police attempting to remove the man from her car below.
Lawd it’s always something all I can say it lock your doors when you work the graveyard shift LOL #OrAnyShiftForThatMatter #NoOneWasHurt #IWasTired #ButWhatInTheSamHillHell #ThePoPoWereNotPlaying #HowHeChoseMyTruckToGoNiteNite #JesusTakeTheWheelLITERALLY #HellWeScaredEachOther LOL #WasntFunnyWhenItHappenedTho #ThatBrickGotEmGoneMadRoundHere LOL
I know people generally regard the Smith family as weird. And I know the recent interview Willow and Jaden just did with the New York Times, won’t make things any better. But I can’t help but dig them. Yeah, Willow and Jaden are certainly different. There’s no denying that. But they also have a freedom that most teenagers–and hell even most adults–will never know. And while people are always pointing at Will and Jada as if they’ve screwed up, I think some of their philosophies have actually been rather helpful.
And not just for their children either, I know they’ve helped me.
Last year, as is always the case, the issue of Will and Jada’s presumably open marriage came up once again. And finally, in a statement Jada said, “Will can do whatever he wants…”
It didn’t help quell the rumors. Instead, for the people who believed the two had an open marriage, it confirmed it. And in an attempt to clarify, Jada took to her Facebook page, (which is full of gems by the way), to expound.
Do we believe loving someone means owning them? Do we believe that ownership is the reason someone should “behave”? Do we believe that all the expectations, conditions, and underlying threats of “you better act right or else” keep one honest and true? Do we believe that we can have meaningful relationships with people who have not defined nor live by the integrity of his or her higher self? What of unconditional love? Or does love look like, feel like, and operate as enslavement? Do we believe that the more control we put on someone the safer we are? What of TRUST and LOVE?
Should we be married to individuals who can not be responsible for themselves and their families within their freedom? Should we be in relationships with individuals who we can not entrust to their own values, integrity, and LOVE…for us???
Here is how I will change my statement…Will and I BOTH can do WHATEVER we want, because we TRUST each other to do so. This does NOT mean we have an open relationship…this means we have a GROWN one.
I read this last year. And even though I didn’t think it was a lesson I needed to learn at the time, it stuck with me. Because, unbeknownst to me, I would need it later.
For years I’d been in a situationship. Everything kept us from being together in an official capacity. I mean everything: age, timing, distance, lack of trust, immaturity (on his part), dishonesty (on my part) and then eventually brokenness (on both of our parts). And so, after many years, the situationship ended…again. And though there was friendly-ish communication on social media afterward, this time the permanency felt more real.
But you know, matters of the heart. You can know something is over and still care and still want to know how that person is doing, what’s going on in their life. So even though I knew it was over, I decided I would be mature enough to continue following him on social media, or the one social media outlet I still followed him on: Instagram.
I could write a whole anthology on the ways in which social media can bring madness and mayhem into the very palm of your hand.
And that’s exactly what happened.
At first it was all good, I’d like the comical posts, pictures of his adorable niece, inspirational messages, life goal progress. All of that. I was so mature I had to commend myself.
And then the new boo started making appearances. At first I was lying to myself. ‘Oh, maybe she’s a friend.’ But it wasn’t long before there was a picture that was just to obvious to ignore. And when I saw it, I was shocked. Not at the relationship or the declaration of the relationship but my response to it.
I happen to know of the new boo. I went to high school with her. And though we were far from close, I always assumed she was a nice person. She always had a smile on her face and struck me as having a positive spirit.
But seeing that same smiling face on his page, I could literally feel the bile in my stomach rising up, my skin heating up and my lips turning up in both disgust and to keep any vomit from seeping out.
Just as my head was about to start spinning in Exorcist fashion, Jada’s words came back to me, with an explicit instruction from God:
“Veronica, you don’t own him. She’s a nice girl and he has every right to move on with his life. And if you can’t be happy for him, then you need to unfollow his page.”
I am one of thee nosiest people in the world; and it pained me to do so, but I started unfollowing him instantly.
That was real maturity.
So Jada’s words resonate with me. So many times in marriages, relationships and even situationships we feel, even if we don’t admit it to ourselves, that we own the person. We like to put pretend stipulations on what they can and can’t do, forgetting the very real fact that we all have our own autonomy and can all do whatever we want.
I know some of you will read Jada’s comments and interpret them to mean that she allows Will to sleep with other women.
I don’t see it that way.
Jada acknowledges that in her mortality, she is not enough to stop Will from doing whatever he wants to do. He’s a grown man, with free will…and in his profession, plenty of access. People say it all the time, if a man is going to cheat on you, he’ll find a way.
But being that she truly knows Will and subsequently married him because she knows him, she trusts that he won’t do certain things. And it’s not because she wields any power or control over him. It’s because she trusts and believes in his own integrity and the decisions he’s made for his own life.
I’ll say that again. Decisions he made for himself, not because she’ll leave him or divorce him or step out too, but because these are the principals that are important to him as an individual, principals which she just so happens to benefit from as his wife and mother of his children.
All that relationship advice we consume about how to keep a man and how to make sure he stays faithful, have all been simplified by Jada’s words.
Instead of playing power games, learning a new move in the bedroom, giving ultimatums, sneaking through his stuff, or asking to smell his dick, choose to be with, surround yourself and even have children with men, women, people who not only possess their own sense of integrity and accountability but can actually prove they live by it. You and your relationship will be happier for it.
Did you see Kim Kardashian’s post about the KKK? She’s not the only celebrity caught posting on Instagram when they shouldn’t. These celebrities made hilarious, awkward and frustrating Instagram mistakes that the internet just can’t forget.
Kim Kardashian’s Joke About the KKK
Yesterday, Kim posted this Instagram meme captioned “true,” right after the real KKK announced that it was going to become more racially diverse. But even though this post about the Kardashian’s love of black men and all things “K” got more than 405,000 likes and 26,000 comments in just two hours, not everyone found it funny.
One follower posted, “Date the whole NBA, who cares? But show a modicum of respect. The Klan killed and terrorized our people.”
If you and I are honest with ourselves, we’ve all had moments that were less than sane. But if we’re lucky, reason, a good girlfriend or the Holy Spirit intervened before we ended up making a complete and utter fool of ourselves.
Sadly, Keyshia Cole had one of those moments and no one was there to stop her.
So what did she do this time?
Well, you know when your man, past or present, is not giving you the attention you deserve and you think about doing a little something to show him what he’s been missing? That’s what Keyshia did.
The R&B singer uploaded a couple videos of herself writhing and then air humping a piano. That alone would have been weird enough but she took it a step further by at mentioning Birdman.
And while she deleted the videos shortly after they were posted, it didn’t stop Baller Alert from grabbing them for plenty more to see.
Take a look at the three of them below.
After watching these videos, I have a few of observations.
1. Judging by that awkward whine, Keyshia might have been under the influence of something which impaired her judgement.
2. The men bobbing behind her do not love her.
3. Perhaps she was set up. Maybe the person recording the video did this completely out of spite. Notice how that person lingered on that picture of Keyshia on the wall so we all knew who was on that piano flinging her braids around? I just find it hard to believe that Keyshia looked at those 15 second clips and thought, “Yes, that’ll get him.”
Shame it had to go down like this.
What do you think of Keyshia’s videos?
Scroll down your feed for 30 seconds and you’ll find most of these Instagram friends filling up you’re page. They get on our nerves, make us laugh and they’re the reason we check our feed even before we get out of bed.
Your Single-est Friend
Who gives daily
hints to her single male followers helpful lessons on “how to be a good woman.” Because apparently she’s an expert.
Every relationship comes with an expiration date. The trick is to see the signs that it’s time to move on — before things really turn sour.
This Is Your Auto-correct Situation
And it’s the only thing keeping you from finally ending it all.
Okay, I know two days doesn’t sound like that much of a victory, but when you eat, breathe and sleep what populates on your timeline, it can be quite a feat to be able to dismiss Facebook , Twitter and Instagram for an extended period of time.
It was something I had to do in order to rescue myself from myself. I was losing my mind because of my crippling dependency and obsession with updating my status as well as responding to those who are equally as active. There are so many benefits that come with being able to attain instant gratification just by clicking a button. I am not sure how I survived a time when that was inconceivable, but I am darn grateful that I lived long enough to now partake in all the action.
To be honest, I used to be a skeptic when it came to social media. I just didn’t want to buy into the idea that a mere tweet has the potential to change the course of your life, or a random posting on FB could activate a dormant relationship. But once I gave in, it didn’t take very long for me to succumb to the media tools of my choice. Twitter was my first love, and I nurtured that relationship to the hilt, and then I finally transferred some of it to Facebook and Instagram. Once I began receiving feedback, I became irrevocably hooked. At first I convinced myself that I was in control, but it soon became clear that I was swiftly losing my grip. My phone became my most valuable possession, and as a result, it always had to be within reach.
The crazy part is that I used to tease my friends for doing the exact same thing. I used to get irritated whenever we would hang out and they absolutely could not complete a sentence or carry out a conversation without checking their phones. I would accuse them of being rude and explain how pathetic it was that they had allowed themselves to be “technologically whipped.” But alas, I have become that person, I might actually be worse than they ever were. Sometimes in the middle of the night, instead of getting up to use the bathroom like normal people do, I reach out for my phone to see what My FB friends in London are up to and then I quickly scan my Twitter feed. My habit unfortunately extends to my office hours and I still don’t know how I am able to prevent it from interfering with my job duties. I guess years of forced multi-tasking pays off.
So, needless to say, I had gotten to the point where I needed to prove to myself that I wasn’t a lost soul. Could I neglect the pangs of social media, no matter how hungry I get? So I chose the weekend because that is usually when things heat up. Saturday morning was hard, because just like clockwork, I reached for my phone. But then once I realized I was on probation, I put it down and closed my eyes. I started meditating, which is something I rarely do, but should be doing more often. It felt good to release all the stress and to welcome a lighter temperament. The rest of the day was spent indulging in activities that were not influenced by FB friends or Twit pals. I didn’t care if anyone liked anything I had posted days before, and I wasn’t anxious to see what hilarity was erupting on Instagram.
Basically, my experiment assured me that I am not a lost cause after all. I enjoy utilizing social media because I can and even though it has gradually become a big part of my life, I am not an addict. I take advantage and indulge more than I should but if I need to extract myself – I can. I wonder how many others are like me. Would you classify yourself as a social media addict?
Do you get nervous every time you hear someone cough? Have you been checking your news feed just for Ebola updates? This post is for everyone with a bottle of Purell and a no-touching policy. You’re not the only ones trying to keep Ebola at bay.
I was hoping that the Instagram/Twitter sparring between Snopp Dogg/Lion and Iggy Azalea would result in both of them verbally punching each other until they got exhausted and had no other choice but to retreat to their corners to have a damn seat. But alas, the fuckery never tires…
Seriously, there are no winners in this situation.
For one, Snoop Lion is a lying ass lion – pure and simple. He targeted the girl in a meme. Now, whether it was for play or for real (more on that later), is debatable. Point is, old girl was offended. And being the more mature one of the two, he could have easily cleared the entire situation with an “My Bad, I wasn’t trying to offend…” or “I didn’t mean it like that…” But instead, he basically goes ape-shit on her some more.
Now granted, some of the back and forth between the two was pretty funny (you got to give Azalea points for the picture of Snoop under the caption: When Your Drug Addicted Aunt Gets Clean jab), but some of Snoop’s rhetoric was unnecessary aggressive and just flat out mean. And it is quite hypocritical considering that his original defense to all of this was that, he “was only jokin.” But it stopped being funny after Azalea spoke up for herself and even had the gall to throw a couple of insults of her own in his direction. Then it turned personal for him. And then came the threats of further harassment if Azalea didn’t learn that she “Betta not say shit.”
Snoop’s violently antagonistic reaction is a powerful reminder of just how dangerous the ego can be. Also misogyny. As there is little doubt that his passionate responses to her, which got less funnier by the tweet, was being fueled by a broken ego, further shredded by a woman with enough gall to stand up for her self – and to a man. And while some folk might want to dismiss it all as usual business within rap beefs, I highly doubt that Snoop would have even called out a male rapper on Instagram like that, even if he was only joking. And I highly doubt that he would have let the “joke” get this far if this too had been a male rapper. He probably would have respected the other man’s frustrations and likely apologized – much like he had after T.I reportedly stepped in to mediate the beef.
And while none of us should be surprised that a man, who is responsible for such classic women-empowering songs (snark for those, who don’t know) as “Ain’t No Fun (If the Homies Can’t Have None),” might be a little misogynistic, he does not get a pass for misogynous behavior just because he is known – and celebrated by most – for his misogyny. Moreover, while I’m not feeling Iggy Azalea one bit artistically, I think she had Snoop’s entire behavior pegged right when she tweeted out: “its like the guy that asks for your number and then says you ugly and a bitch when you say no…”
With that said, she is neither hero or saint in this situation. While it is undoubtedly true that Snoop acted horribly, I’m not sure of exactly why she was mad in the first place?
Granted, Snoop compared her untouched face and facial features to an albino makeup-free Black woman with corn rows, but how is that a bad thing? And what about the comparison was so offensive? The albinism? Or the Blackness? Or maybe even the cornrows? No seriously, why was she mad?
What’s most perplexing about Azalea’s angst here, is that there was another way to take this meme. Basically, it could have also been read as a compliment, saying that she might be a White blonde-hair Australian, but beneath it all she is just one of us. You know, down? Now, I’m not necessarily a fan of the Black pass, but some Black folks have been praising culturally-appreciative, “cool” White folks like that for many years (ahem, Teena Marie…).
And sure the message within Snoop’s original joke might have been audacious, but Snoop is not Afternoon Tea the Dorchester. Snoop is Hip Hop. Therefore, I would think that a fellow emcee within this audacious space – particularly a rapper, whose entire career thus far has centered around mimicking the cultural and aesthetically distinctions of certain Southern Black woman – would feel a tinge of honor with being compared to said imitated Black woman.
Even if Snoop meant it offensively, which is admittedly is arguable, she could have turned it around on Snoop and discussed all the ways in which he missed the mark with that joke. Black women are beautiful. Albino women are beautiful. And we are all worthy of respect. But instead she got mad. And not just regular mad, Azalea put a cape on it and got super-mad within an entire Twitter rant about how he allegedly betrayed her – for calling her a Black woman. Nope, neither of the two here deserves any bit of sympathy here.
What I see in this beef isn’t so much how Black women have been left to their own devices against similar attacks levied at them while everyone in the world seems to want to step in and defend Azalea, which has been rightfully pointed out by fellow emcee and abuse taker Azealia Banks. But more so, it’s about how a Black woman is being used as both agitation as well as a source of offense and worse, no one has bothered to apologize or even think about her at all in this matter.
Well, I’m thinking about her. And somewhere in this vast world, I hope this anonymous woman, whose picture had been misappropriated as fodder to fuel this beef, eventually comes forward to burns their records and tell both of these losers to go to Hell.