2013 was a very interesting (by interesting I mean coma inducing) year when it came to music in my humble opinion. I am not, nor have I ever claimed to be a music expert, but if even I was bored, I can only imagine how audio afficianados must have felt. All genres started to blend together just as the days of the week started to blend together for me. Is it Tuesday night or Saturday morning? Who cares? A little Drake whining about his leftover Chinese food followed up with some Miley Cyrus soft porn will alleviate any confusion. Just stick out your tongue, grab a leotard, and start twerking- you’ve got 2013 music covered. It’s like Now That’s What I Call Music: 9 Billion. Listen to this playlist til 2014, then let’s bury these songs like a time capsule not to be revisited until another decade has passed.
I like to say that I still have yet to peak. You see, I was never the most popular or the best looking or the president of well, anything, but I’ve always hung around some pretty extraordinary people and done some pretty noteworthy things. I really have nothing to complain about, but I can no longer deny the reason behind why I have yet to rise to the top. You see, while I’m far from failing or flailing, I’ve been happy to live just right under the surface of greatness. Right below the radar, if you will.
As I recently did a little introspection, I realized I prefer to be a bit passive and just hope that things will come to me and “work out how they are supposed to” rather than getting up and making those things happen myself. Now, I get that some will still argue that things really do work out the way they are predetermined and you can’t force anything to happen that is not meant to (aka, you can never make someone love you)–and I believe there is some truth to that. However, I find myself saying, “when this” or “when that” and basically making excuses as to why I’m not doing exactly what it is that I was put on this planet to do. Doing that not only makes me a procrastinator (and a bit of a wimp), but also means that I’m not living presently.
And while flying under the radar won’t exactly harm you, per se, it’s also not going to get you to where you want to be. If not today or tomorrow, then when? What are we waiting for? Better yet– what are we so scared of? I think Drake said it best when he so aptly stated, “YOLO.” Here’s the thing, being at the top or the forefront, you are making yourself a target. The leader of the pack is the first one to get hit by a cab. You can’t be ripped down if you’re hiding in the bushes.
By putting yourself out there in whatever context that may be (career, dating, dreams), you are making yourself vulnerable. It would seem that sometimes it’s more comfortable living in limbo than having a definitive answer. If you don’t ever try, then you can’t be rejected, right? Rejection is not an easy pill to swallow and at times I don’t think my overly sensitive soul could handle it. So, rather than excel, I coast. Even down to the way I dress sometimes. I’ll stick on my glasses just to tone down my curve hugging dress and deflect any potential attention. I’d rather be a wallflower than a centerpiece.
By selling yourself short or getting too comfortable doing the conventional thing, you will never fully become the person you want to or are meant to be. And in all honesty, it’s sort of selfish to keep your gifts all to yourself. Sure, it’s frightening to think that shining could potentially mean crashing and burning, but if you never even give yourself a shot at arson, all you’ll ever be is a big ol’ waxy wick.
So, I’m wondering: are you living the life you want? Are you living up to your full potential? Are you diving in head first or just dipping your toe in the shallow end to be safe? Are you going to look back and say, “coulda, woulda, shoulda”? Because the only thing worse than failing is wishing that you’d tried.
Come on, get your lighter out, girl. It’s time to shine.
Remember when I blogged about the ever growing trend of celebrities sporting sneakers? Well, I went ahead and took my own advice and got myself some kick ass kicks. I mean, it’s very rare that we, ladies, win out. Something that is in style as well as comfortable? Yes, please! I like the look of super casual sneakers with an ultra feminine frock or short shorts. (I love contradictions, remember?).
So, I got a pair of these Ash wedge sneakers, but have yet to take them on their maiden voyage . I can’t decide if I love them or loathe them. From the front, I adore them… but then I turn to the side… and I kind of abhor them.
The wedge makes me feel like I’m wearing lifts in my shoes… kinda like Tom Cruise. I’m just wondering: does the wedge make a shoe that should be so nonchalant look altogether fussy? Shall we just stick to good ol’ fashion flat sneakers, like my Reebok Dibellos? They have been cool for the past 125 years, afterall. To me, putting a wedge in an athletic shoe is kind of like pretending Drake never played Jimmy Brooks on Degrassi. But that’s just me. Thoughts?
After a truly bullshitty day, a head clearing, sweat inducing run is one of the only things (other than a cool glass of wine) that helps me to unwind. And rather than lay day on the Dr.’s couch and spill all my problems, I run. Running is my therapy. While it may not be as medically effective, it’s a lot cheaper. Plus, when did you ever lose weight laying on a couch?
My highschool gym teacher is scoffing somewhere. I did, afterall, convince her that crunches were only making my stomach bigger. So, the thought of me exerting myself voluntarily is probably mind boggling. I am well aware that 90% of the population would probably rather push a burning boulder of poo up a hill both ways before running… on purpose. The hardest part of running is putting on your sneakers and hitting the pavement (or treadmill). I certainly can’t make that part any easier, but a booty shaking playlist will most certainly help (and that I can do).
And yes, there is a little Bieber in the mix. If that’s wrong, I don’t wanna be right.
For as long as I can remember, rap music and fashion have gone hand in hand. Now, some of you may just be thinking about the obvious mentions of “Air Force Ones” or “Apple Bottom Jeans” but these sneaky little lyrical poets have expensive (and high end) taste. Some of the nods to top designers may fall on the average listener’s deaf ears– but they aren’t lost on me! How else do you think they get white girls to dance and squeal? Mention Prada!!
T-Pain – Rap Song, “…Balenciaga bags cost a couple bucks (hot) is all shawty ever been, Blow a couple racks in Barney’s on that Phillip Lim.”
Kanye West – Throw Some D’s, “Walking down Melrose spot where they sell clothes. That chick know she’s bad. Can tell by the Chloe bag. She ain’t no hoodrat. She ain’t gotta prove that. I peeped the McCartney’s. Stella got her groove back.”
LL Cool J – Loungin’, “I heard about your man he like to lace you wit cream. Dolce Gabbana, Moschino, wit Donna jeans…”
Fabolous – You Be Killin’ Em, “Louboutin shoes, she got too much pride. Her feet are killin’ her. I call it shoe-icide.”
Notorious B.I.G. – Hypnotize, “I put hoes in NY onto DKNY. Miami, DC prefer Versace. All Philly hoes dough and Moschino. Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi.”
Drake – Fancy, “Say, go Cinderella. Go Cinderella. Orgasm blush, lipstick, and concealer.”
Lil Kim – No Time, “Yeah, I mama, Miss Ivana. Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana.”
Kanye West ft. Nicki Minaj – Monster, “monster Giuseppe heel, that’s the monster shoe.”
Jay-Z – Empire State of Mind, “Caught up in the in crowd. Now you’re in style. Anna Wintour gets cold. In Vogue with your skin out.”
Clipse – When the Last Time, “When they say, “Last call” that don’t mean the night’s ova. That means it’s time for her to show ya how quick she can hop out those Gucci loafers…”
Who knew rappers have been reading up on their designers?