[BOOK REVIEW] The Supremes at Earl’s All-You-Can-Eat by Edward Kelsey Moore

supremes1Please check out my latest book review for New York Journal of Books and my review for The Supremes at Earl’s All-You-Can-Eat.

Here’s a wee teaser:

What first attracts attention to this book is the title. Seeing The Supremes at Earl’s All-You-Can-Eat on a list of other titles, one may wonder if it is about a little-known performance done before The Supremes became mega stars, or maybe it’s a fictional story involving the actual singers similar to the Eleanor Roosevelt mystery series penned by her son Elliott. It would be wrong to assume such things. The real Supremes do not appear in the novel (although Mrs. Roosevelt does). Author Edward Kelsey Moore has created an attention grabbing title that compels further investigation.

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“The Face” on Oxygen – Slap me and give me some air.

The-Face-Naomi-CampbellSo Oprah’s Oxygen Network has debuted its new show The Face. I don’t understand how this qualifies as a “new” show because they have been so many shows like it in the past.

Personally, I am disappointed with Oprah because as a full figured woman she was considered too fat to be on the cover of Vogue magazine. What was her response to that? She created O Magazine and put herself on practically every cover.

But now that she’s thinner, she now feels the need to add to the dreck, hype, paranoia, and stigma of carrying extra weight by adding yet another show featuring rail thin, pencil-thin “supermodels” looking for the next rail thin, pencil-thin “supermodel.”

Yes, I did watch the show, and no, I was/am not impressed.

Thank you, Oprah, for adding yet another TV show to the dreck telling girls and women that if they are not a size zero they are not beautiful and will never grace the pages of a fashion magazine. Thank you for giving another showcase for women to show how catty, shallow, superficial, and backstabbing they can be all for the sake of “beauty.” Others may argue, but those qualities do not represent beauty at all.

mode-coverIt’s days like this that make me miss the real MODE Magazine of the 1990s. Some of you out there know what I’m talking about and it has nothing to do with Ugly Betty. In fact, the real MODE Magazine got a lot of criticism for daring to feature full-figured models in a glossy magazine. Sadly, the magazine went under after a year or so.

Why won’t someone do a really original show and call it The Butt. It’ll be a novelty for like five minutes… Until someone comes along with a “new” TV show called The Ass.

Oxygen – Live Out Loud? More like: Oxygen? LOL!

“Eat My Valentine” Blog Tour February 8-12, 2013

eat_my_valentine_smallSouthern Writers “Eat My Valentine” Blog Tour

 

You are cordially invited by the She Writes Southern Writers to the “Eat My Valentine” Blog Tour!

 

DATES: February 8-12

A handful of our ladies are going to serve up recipes they love to serve to loved ones, from romantic repasts to family favorites :

February 8Patricia Neely-Dorsey – Peach cobbler

www.patricianeelydorsey.blogspot.com

February 9Sally Whitney – Pecan pie,  Scalloped oysters

www.sally-whitney.com/category/news

February 10: NancyKay Wessman – Ratatouille

www.mizrizbaboo.wordpress.com

February 11: Amy Neftzger – “Broken” Rice Krispie Hearts

http://neftzger.blogspot.com

February 12: Trisha Faye -  Dr. Pepper Pork Chops and Pecan Broccoli.

http://www.trishafaye.wordpress.com

We’re stopping the tour on February 12 to give y’all time to buy ingredients so you can try them too!

WIN THE “GRAND TOUR” PRIZE

One person will be picked at random from all the comments left during the tour to be eligible to win the “Grand Tour” prize donated by author/editor Zetta Brown.

With every comment you leave during the tour you increase your chances!

Zetta will be offering a food-inspired “surprise” prize to one person who leaves a “thought-felt” comment during the tour. This means the comment needs to have some “meat” to it. It cannot be just a one word comment like “Great” or “Yum” or “Thanks” or “Great! Thanks for the yummy recipe!”

In order to receive the prize, when chosen, the winner must provide their legal name and address. It will NOT be shared with anyone or put on any mailing list. It’s only to facilitate shipping the prize.

The prize drawing is limited to U.S. participants only because availability and access cannot be guaranteed elsewhere.

Good luck , have fun, and have a

Happy Valentine’s Day!

 

Shortest blog post ever

…Is it?

Toys I Wanted But Never Got, Dammit.

These are the things I would hint, show, or even tell my parents or anyone else who asked me: “What do you want for your birthday/Christmas?

And yet,  I’d get clothes more than anything else. What kid wanted clothes for a present!?! Clothes got in the way of skin, and skin is what you need to scrape to form scabs, and when you’re a kid, picking scabs is it’s own form of cheap entertainment.

But noooo! These days, children are too precious to be allowed to get scabs–that hints at abuse, y’know–so Mommy and Daddy now go into debt to buy kids gaming consoles that cost more than the monthly rent of my first apartment.

Sigh…

I did have some things, like the Big Wheel

Mine looked EXACTLY like this…

…but when The Green Machine came out…

As Homer Simpson would say:

Never got one.

My sister and I had outdoor skates that you strapped to your shoes and created sparks on the side walk.

First you lose the key, then you break the straps…

But I never had my own pair of indoor skates to take to the roller rink.

But I DID luck out when I was eleven and was able to get some Sneaker Skates!

Mine looked just like these!!

I trekked all over town with my parents until we finally found some in a sporting goods store. They were a shade too small–but if I wore thin socks, I could just about skate in them without too much pain if I didn’t skate for long. What’s a few blisters anyway? Sadly, I only used them a handful of times before they became too small…

Damn growth spurt.

But all was not lost. Some of these things I got to play with at school or at friends’ houses. But it’s not the same when it’s not your own. Unfortunately, there are some items on my list that I never had the chance to touch, play, or destroy on my own. [Cue sad violin solo]

So it’s not like I can really complain about being deprived. And yet…I do wish I had a chance to own these things, but maybe it’s betterI didn’t. If I did, I’d probably sell them to other grown-up kids like me in order to buy a gallon of gas.

I should admit I did break down and buy something when I was an adult that had always intrigued me as a child…

SEA MONKEYS!!!!

Damn things were dead in less than a week.

Zetta’s Nostalgia Wish List:

Well…that’s my list from what I can remember. Have I missed anything?

Leave a comment and tell me what toys you wanted! We may have some in common. If you do, I’ll draw a name from those who comment and get you one of these nostalgic toys!

Yeah, right. If I couldn’t get one as a kid, you think I’m gonna get one now?…For someone else?

You must have me confused with Oprah.

Join me today on the Radio!

I’m going to be on Beautiful Trouble Publishing Radio at 2 p.m. EST today (August 2).

If you can make it, please do!

If not, visit later and you can hear what I sound like. :)

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/beautifultroublepublishing

Parents…RAISE YOUR DAMN CHILDREN WITH SOME COMMON SENSE!

It is 7 a.m. on Sunday morning. I am tired and I am pissed all to bloody hell.

Why?

Because for the last month we have had people living above us who are noisy, inconsiderate, and have no intention or knowledge in how to raise their children.

I have ranted on this subject before on my Sistah in Scotland blog. See “Kids! Stop breeding!” and “Your child is a SLUT!” if you want to see other evidence of my opinion. Click on the links within the posts to read the articles to which they refer. Read the comments after the posts too. These posts are several years’ old now, but I stand behind my words.

The other day I had to bang on our neighbors’ door to make sure I was heard over the racket they were making. When the mother came to the door, she was all defensive, and when I told her to control her children, she looked at me like I was the crazy one!

“You try to control a seven and fourteen year old!” she complained to me as if it were some excuse.

When people say, “How dare you lecture me about raising kids when you don’t have any? You don’t know how it is! How dare you judge me or my kids?”

I tell them to call 1-800-BULLSHIT.

While you’re at it, check out Parenting Fails.

I have no children, but MY parents raised ME to be a RESPECTABLE CITIZEN. It is up to you to do the same with yours.

STOP trying to be your child’s best friend and BE THEIR PARENT!

I discovered a recent blog post on the NBC TODAY Show’s blog called “Discipline Dealbreakers: When to drop the friend who spanks, yells…or does nothing.”

Interesting.

In case you didn’t notice, that’s the sound of me being unimpressed. I suggest you take their little poll and view the results. You’ll see that it isn’t about yelling or spanking.

By the way, I am a fan of “My Parents Didn’t Put Me in Time-Out, They Whooped My Ass” on Facebook. I’m thankful for the switches, house slippers, belts, and bare hands that taught my butt to behave and I’m not ashamed of it.

You need to be an authority figure in your child’s life. You do this by being FAIR but FIRM. Children need boundaries and need to understand that they will be in trouble if they act a fool. Having your child’s RESPECT is more important than being their “best friend.”

Tell your child NO…and mean it!

I know the mother of these kids yells at them constantly. We can hear it. If they didn’t speak Portuguese all the time, we could recite verbatim. However, this mother is the type to say “no”…but not mean it.  We know this because the word “no” is the only one we can understand.

When I hear mothers say, “I’m my daughter’s best friend. She tells me everything,”

I have to prevent rolling my eyes and reaching for a sick bag.

Your daughter tells you everything? Really? So you’d be comfortable if she were to come over for a chat and says, “You know, Mom? When I’m having sex with Jack and his father and they double penetrate me, it always aggravates my hemorrhoids. What should I do?”

If you can have frank, open discussions like that with your child…THEN I’ll believe you. If not, stop kidding yourself. Your child doesn’t tell you everything.

But if you ARE having those kinds of conversations…then you need to be beaten with a stick in my opinion.

Now excuse me as I reach for my sick bag.

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