Dear Mr. Elevator Man

I don't even know how to start this blog off or if it'll even make sense, be grammatically correct but here we go .... A white teacher from my hometown, decided that he and his wife were going to dress up as Kanye and Kim West for Halloween. No Issue there. Look - I even got you some examples on how to do it : Now the issue with this "teachers outfit" is that .... he decide .. all on his own .. to paint his body brown. Yes he's entire body. His wife, who posted the photo online even stated " People thought he was a black man" - Direct quote. When I saw him .. these images flooded my mind ...  Now I know for some of you guys, who possibly are off the grid , you have never seen those photos. BUT every Halloween - for some strange reason - white people feel like "Yes we can pull out our black body paint and became a nigger for a day!!". My dear ... this is black face. No one gives a shit that is it Halloween, you don&#

Dear Danny, I wanted to know your POV on this meme going around recently. My girlfriends and I are on the same page. The baby mama cannot stay here - and my husband would be on the curb with her if I came home and she was there. We just wanted to hear from a man's side. Thanks ! *Deeps breaths* There is so much ...  I am going to respond to this letter as I am speaking to him.  Were you wrong? Yes and No. You were wrong because you went against your wife's answer. You asked her her thoughts,she gave it to you; and you disregarded them. Now we can see why she did this. One - because she doesn't want someone you were previously sexually involved with and/or in a relationship with staying under her roof. For obvious reasons, this could bring up a whole trunk load of problems. She can feel like your ex still might want to be with you, she can be having trust issues thinking you may fall weak and do some shit you ain't suppose to. Women are competitive with

Two things that I know for sure will happen in life. You are born and you will die. Death .... I have had some rough dealing with death when it comes to family. My grandfather on my dad side, moved to TX and had a heart attack. It was a closed casket - and it didn't fully hit me until I was about 16 and I saw a man that looked just like him. I waved at the man and the man waved back. I LITERALLY was about to walk over to him. Then the flood gates opened and I cried a solid week in my room. He was my pen-pal, first person to put sugar on my popcorn -which my siblings and I do to this day , debate with me, and so forth. It just didn't seem real, because I didn't see him again. I didn't SEE him in the casket, but I knew he was in the casket. My grandmother on my dad side passed away from breast cancer and a tumor ( if i'm not mistaken ). I was there the entire ordeal. From her being mobile to just laying in the bed making noises. I was in the room when she passed.