Nicki Minaj On Live with Regis & Kelly
At 3:40, Regis slaps Nicki Minaj on the ass.
Where is the outrage?
Jesus Christ. Kanye West takes away a white girl’s mic and suddenly he’s hounded by the media and boo’d in public. Regis sexually harasses a black woman and, hey, no one gives a fuck. We’ll just call it a love-tap, right? Or a joke. He was just joking, right?
Fuck that shit. I ask again: where is the outrage? Why is this acceptable?
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November 2010
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When I’m dancing like
and some creep comes up behind me and dances like
And I turn around like
And he’s like
And I’m like
And I walk away like
And he play’s it off like
and then I see a fine shawdy dancing like
And I’m like
and I go over to him and we start dancing like
and then a bad ass song comes on, and we’re like
And the rejected guy looks at me like
And I’m like
and he’s like
and I’m like
-DEAD-
I really like it.
This is a pointless post.
I am going to bed.
There is a janitor mopping the floor of our bathroom. She has been in there cleaning for almost an hour now. My lazy ass wouldn’t get up early like I should have, so I missed my opportunity to get ready before she came. I’m already late for work, probably won’t end up going in until 11 at this rate. I need to shower!
Fuck that, I need to pee!! The bathroom down the hall is locked! AHHH
that if you knew you were being irrational or thinking irrational thoughts, that you should then be able to stop and return to logic? It seems like the crazies should lose their power once rational thoughts point out, “Hey, you’re not really making sense right now.”
I guess if the irrationality stems from something else left unfixed despite your awareness, it wouldn’t make a difference.
I’m trying to write a paper right now, and irrationality is winning. I wish I could afford to sleep this off.
I heard you good with them soft lips
Yeah you know, word of mouth
The square root of 69 is 8 something, right?
Cause I been tryna to work it out, oooww
you a big L, and I ain’t talking bout Cool J.” —
The first thing that came into my mind while reading this article? Scott’s Tots, from that episode of The Office. Michael Scott had to renege on a promise that he made ten years ago, when he pledged to a class of third graders that he would pay their college tuition, four years in full, once they graduated high school. He assumed he would be a millionaire in ten years. (Obvious Michael Scott logic).
Thankfully, Yale has a little more sense than Michael Scott, and a bank account that is much more well-endowed, so hopefully reneging won’t be an issue (dear God I hope not). But I’ll be honest. The opening paragraph sounds a little too-good-to-be true, promising impossible miracles. Full tuition? And all I have to do is maintain a 3.0, fulfill 40 community service hours, and not get expelled? Come on. Nothing in life is that easy. There’s always a catch. But from reading this article, there don’t seem to be too many in this case. The main asterisk I found was that your total funding depends on how long you have been a student in New Haven. If you enter the public school system in kindergarten, and remain a student until you graduate high school (fulfilling the academic and behavioral stipulations), you get 100% funding of tuition. This percentage decreases by 5% every year you delay entering the system (95% if you come in during first grade, 90% in second, etc.) This is mostly to prevent people from moving to New Haven junior year of high school & reaping the benefits last minute. You aren’t eligible for any scholarship if you enter the public school system after ninth grade. Although they don’t say, I’m guessing that students already in the public school system right now will be grandfathered in.
The scholarship doesn’t seem to cover room & board or extra expenses either, which can sometimes be as much as tuition. Potentially students could apply for other scholarships or financial aid to cover these costs. But I wonder if they will still be eligible for university financial aid after receiving this scholarship.
I’m not trying to be negative about this, but I can’t help being skeptical. It’s just that experience has taught me to be wary of big flashy promises. Nothing is as simple as it is marketed. Throughout middle school and high school, teachers told us that if we worked hard and got the grades, we could go to college, regardless of the cost. The word “Scholarships” became this ethereal mystical thing in our minds, the catch-all answer to solving all our problems. In reality, scholarships are not as abundant as our teachers had promised, especially after senior year of high school is over. And while I was lucky enough to get into a school with a very generous financial aid program, a lot of my friends were not. While ever-mystical “scholarships” may help them out a bit, most of their tuition is paid for by something much more grounded in reality: loans.
But I digress. If this program grows into everything it promises to be, well then damn. That’s amazing. This is huge. For the city, for education reform, but especially for the kids of New Haven. To know that money is no object — that it’s ACTUALLY no object, not just sorta-kinda-we-can-give-you-$10,000-but-you-still-have-to-pay-the-other-15-grand — is a true blessing. I honestly hope this turns out to be everything Yale and New Haven want it to be.
I sit here, invisible
watching people pass me by.
I speak not
so the words sitting just upon my tongue
come barreling back
whipping into a frenzy of
grey matter and what matters,
a twister tearing through
my thoughts of who I thought I was.
Synapses spark in rapid fire
pop pop pop
And the whites of my eyes roll
up
curtain
intermission
from this mundane scene.
As my pupils roll into the back of my head,
they see themselves
reflected upside down on my retina
Eyes watching eyes
watching eyes watching I’s.
I’s of self-doubt and can’t this and can’t that
flit through forests of neural fibers,
enmeshing themselves irreversibly.
What am I doing?
Why am I living?
Am I living?
My eyes narrow with disgust.
Selfish, they say without saying.
There are 25 other letters you’re forgetting.
Am I selfish?
What am I contributing to this place?
What can I do that’s meaningful?
My eyes stare boldly at their reflection.
You don’t get it.
Who ever said you were important enough
to help at all?

















