Untitled

I accidentally named last week’s Thursday Thoughts #42 when it should have been #41. So this is 42: Part 2.  

Remember when Karmaloop discount codes were in hella people’s bio. 

Heartbreak aside, I’ve had amazing luck with women in the last couple of years. Intelligence, big asses, all the titties I can handle. I’m grateful.

I been begging for a new Nas album for 2 years and its here. It better not be wack. 

Women who lift weights walk like Stone Cold Steve Austin when he first bursts through the curtains

I’m out here turning down large-numbered offer letters in 2018 #knowyourworth

Nicki Minaj is probably the most insecure superstar I’ve personally observed. I feel like all of the bullshit surrounding her overshadows her talent.

It’s absolutely wild how much our definition of “A Big Ass” has evolved in the last 15 years. I was looking at pictures of women who were considered to have DONKS in 2003-2005, and their asses looked so ordinary and modestly sized compared to the shit we’re witnessing today. 

If someone has “CEO” in their bio, they’re probably a fake CEO. 

Real CEOs bio is usually like, “I really love sailing and spending time with my kids”

Sometimes I wonder why Russia is such an evil country, but then I remember America is just as bad, if not worse. I just have a skewed view because I live here. 

I’ve always felt like I didn’t fit into any well defined group. I’m from the hood but I’m not a hood nigga. I’m a nerd but I’m not one of those anime watching-no-lineup-wears-Toms-kind of nerds. Hanging around hood niggas is dumb and dangerous, hanging around people from work is corny and boring. I’m around upper middle class white people most of the time but I’m fiercely pro-Black. I don’t practice any religion and I don’t know what to think about God, but I love a lot of aspects of the culture of religion. A lot of it is fascinating and cool. 

Speaking of not being religious, I do acknowledge that generally speaking, the women who have treated me the best and were good for me, were all women of faith.

Woooo I’m glad I’m not a rap blogger anymore. I’m seeing websites writing articles centered around one sentence-50 Cent Instagram posts on a daily basis. That’s a hard way to make a living.

Old women are so much nastier than women in their 20s

There’s some post floating around Tumblr that implies Diddy is wasting Cassie’s time because they’re not married. That shit is so ignorant, as if a relationship is invalid and incomplete just because it hasn’t underwent some ritualistic ceremony designed solely to make everyone else comfortable with what you’re doing.

Bobby Brown is the prototype of the modern Aint-Shit Nigga.

Ray J, Chris Brown, Justin timberlake, Jay-Z, Usher,, and so many more… they are all just fruits on the tree of bobby brown. 

Wakanda Forever

We Love You, Charlie Freeman: A Novel  (2016)

“The Freeman family–Charles, Laurel, and their daughters, teenage Charlotte and nine-year-old Callie–have been invited to the Toneybee Institute in rural Massachusetts to participate in a research experiment. They will live in an apartment on campus with Charlie, a young chimp abandoned by his mother. The Freemans were selected for the experiment because they know sign language; they are supposed to teach it to Charlie and welcome him as a member of their family.

Isolated in their new, nearly all-white community not just by their race but by their strange living situation, the Freemans come undone. And when Charlotte discovers the truth about the Institute’s history of questionable studies, the secrets of the past begin to invade the present.

The power of this novel resides in Kaitlyn Greenidge’s undeniable storytelling talents. What appears to be a story of mothers and daughters, of sisterhood put to the test, of adolescent love and grown-up misconduct, and of history’s long reach, becomes a provocative and compelling exploration of America’s failure to find a language to talk about race.“

By Kaitlyn Greenidge

Get it  now here

Kaitlyn Greenidge received her MFA from Hunter College. Greenidge was the recipient of a Hertog Fellowship and the Bernard Cohen Short Story Prize. She was a Bread Loaf scholar, a Lower Manhattan Cultural Council Workspace artist-in-residence, and a Johnson State College visiting emerging writer. 

Her work has appeared in the Believer, the Feminist Wire, At Length, Fortnight Journal, Green Mountains Review, Afrobeat Journal, the Tottenville Review, and American Short Fiction. Originally from Boston, she now lives in Brooklyn. 

all the light skin girls heated they wasn’t light skinned girls in black panther and i am LIVING.

y’all sound soooo stupid.

oh, yes–and she’s Jewish.

Here is a picture of Martine and her wife, Bina Aspen:

The founder and CEO of Golden Krust Caribbean Bakery & Grill who once appeared on “Undercover Boss” killed himself inside his Bronx factory Saturday, police sources said.

Lowell Hawthorne, 57, shot himself inside the Park Ave. building near E. 173rd St. in Claremont about 5:30 p.m., sources said.

More than a dozen current and former employees stood in disbelief outside the factory hours later. Some had tears rolling down their cheeks.

“He was a good boss, humble and a good businessman,” said Pete Tee, 27, a former employee. “He never seemed sad. This is just terrible news right now.”

Hawthorne opened the first Golden Krust store on E. Gun Hill Rd. in 1989.

The Jamaica-born owner went on to build the beef-patty purveyor into a national empire with more than 120 restaurants in nine states.

In May of last year, Hawthorne starred in an episode of CBS’ “Undercover Boss,” and discovered some of his chefs “aren’t on the same cookbook page,” according to the CBS website.

Pat Russo, who has worked with Hawthorne since the 1990s, was confounded by the news that his fellow businessman had taken his own life.

Memoir tells rags-to-riches story of Caribbean grill

“It doesn’t make any sense. He had everything to live for,” said Russo, who is the president of Chef’s Choice food company. “He was a brilliant business guy. The perfect American success story.”

Hawthorne’s death sent shockwaves from the streets of the Bronx to government offices in Jamaica, where Prime Minister Andrew Holness fired off a tweet offering his condolences.

Some of Hawthorne’s employees said they suspected something was amiss when they spotted his silver Tesla 85D parked oddly outside the factory. It was left straddling two lanes.

Some of Hawthorne’s employees said they suspected something was amiss when they spotted his car, a silver Tesla 85D (below), parked oddly outside the factory. The luxury ride was left in the road blocking a lane of traffic.

Longtime employee Everald Woods said he loved working under Hawthorne.

“He was a nice boss, a wonderful guy,” said Woods, an employee since 2003. “He’s the kind of guy you want to work for for that long. He takes care of his employees.”

Workers stand outside the Golden Krust’s factory on Park Ave. after Hawthorne committed suicide inside.

Family friend Wayne Muschamb said Hawthorne was an inspiration to his countrymen in Jamaica. “Look how far he reached. He’s known from here to Jamaica,” Muschamb said. “I’m kind of lost for words, man. This has got me shocked.”

Hawthorne’s rags-to-riches story was set in motion in 1981 when he followed several relatives to the U.S. from Jamaica in search of opportunity.

He briefly worked as an accountant for the NYPD before deciding to build a business inspired by his father’s bakery back home.

Golden Krust became the first Caribbean-owned business in the U.S. to be granted a franchise license, according to its website. The company produces more than 50 million patties a year that are sold in retail stores.

In 2012, he published a memoir, “The Baker’s Son.”