NYC Hot Spot: Dylans Candy Bar

One of my favorite places to go during the winter time is Dylans Candy Bar on the East side of Manhattan.

Besides the candy that is incredible, you have to try their frozen hot chocolates!!! These drinks are absolutely divine, they have a bunch of different flavors.

If you don't mind being surrounded by some obnoxious children and immature adults, this spot is great!!!

Shout out to everyone at Dylan's you guys are the BEST!!!!

They still make men like this?!

Okay, so I'm bitterly against marriage, love, and complete happiness - but even an old Grinch like me finds this video encouraging.

To all you chicks that still believe in love this is for you.

Don't ask me to post any more positivity for awhile.

WTF?! Why Viagra is a mistake

Nas said Hip-Hop is dead and this clip does nothing more than solidify that fact.


There are so many things wrong w/ this clip.

1. Why?
   
2. I am mad they had a few hype men in the chorus.
3. Watch this again, listen to how many coughs you hear. There is no coughing in hip-hop, or at least the music is so loud you don't hear them. Next sound, crickets.
4. Was this part of some collective white conservative bucket list? "Hey Pearl, I want to 'get jiggy w/ it before I die" "Me too!"
5. Was this or was this not filmed in a church?! Seriously, these people are like 2 hours from meeting Jesus, you'd think they would try to keep the slate clean at this point.
6. Unless you are Ashton Kutcher, I don't think any man wants their girlfriend to look like any of the women in this choir - so they could've left 'Dontcha' off the selection list.
7. The sad part about adding Hammer to the line-up, is that most of these people were young when he was last relevant.
8. Is it me or did you wish that they would take off their clothes in 'Hot in here', you know just to cap off the foolishness of this video.
9. Did you or did you not, after watch this clip, think that this is all Obama's fault?! People, get a black president and don't know who to act.
   

Put A Ring On It?!

I know I'm late with this but, um, what the hell is Beyonce talking about with this bullshit about 'If you like it then you should'a put a ring on it'?!

The audacity of this chick, to start this song out with 'All my single ladies put your hands up'! Well, bitch, put your hand down - DON'T YOU HAVE A MAN?! That nigga behind you with them soup coolers that also double for a blow dryer, yeah, that nigga. Ain't that yours?! Okay, then sit your ass down!

I love Beyonce but I'm telling you ladies, keep listening to Beyonce and your ass gonna be in a world of trouble. Don't listen to no woman with: millions of dollars, who can get any man she wants, is a fashion god, and has a body most women would kill for, when she tells you something about making demands on men!

Beyonce is takling that shit cause she's got Jay-Z and together they made like 180 million dollars last year, hell if she liked it she could've put a ring on it first.

See, I'm not so quick to talk shit cause I know what the dating pool looks like right now and I'm in the deep end swiming around the algea looking for anyting with a pulse, a job, and teeth (and not in that order - and you dont even have to have them all to seal the deal, cause I'm sure there are plenty of sexy cadavers at the morgue right now). I've been in the club during last call when every Nigerian from here to Tennessee is looking for a woman to marry him for his papers. Or the nigga still wearing a Jheri culr, but calling it "good hair" cause he shoved some light contacts in his eyes and wants you to believe he's Rihann's brother.

The last time I spent time with a quality man, it was with my grandfather over the phone (and as much as I've been tempted, my grandma is still alive, so gramps is off limits). You can roll your eyes all you want, but my grandfather gets them 'old people' checks, and since I haven't had sex in over six months - it's better to be in a sexless relationship with my grandfather and his checks, then some silly nigga living with his entire extended family in a 1 bedroom in Harlem (I got tell ya'll about that later).

Getting back to Beyonce; this is the same chick that not even four years ago was talking that shit about 'Say My Name', then she gets some dick and all of a sudden she expects us to 'Cater2' niggas.

I have to say this because I have a bunch of my girlfriends who quotes this chick like she wrote all the books in the Bible. Turn your Beyonce Bible's to the Book of Sasha Fierce chapter 2, Bug-A-Boos.

My motto is "If you like it, put half on the cab and the condoms and we'll talk about the rest". When you're getting up in age, broke, eggs drying up, and got the shape of a woman whose had five children, you can't talk shit, you just compromise!!!

*Note the ring listed in this post, is my dream wedding ring. Make a note mommy, cause when I wind up old, bitter, and lonely I'm gonna expect you to buy that for me :-)

**Second note: to all my Beyonce obsessed friends do not write me telling me how great Beyonce is. I bought all the bitchs' albums so I can talk shit - now put your money where your mouth is and go get her album AND I MEAN PAY FOR IT - limewire don't count!!!

Married Men: Lifes' Shitty Fisher

The Problem

Okay, so I'm ?? year's old now (hey, if you want to know 'Put A Ring On It'), and most of my friends are married or on their way to wedded bliss. With this new demographic in my social circle I have unwarrantably gained a new pest in my life known as the Married Man.

There is nothing more pathetic and desperate than a man who is married, but for some reason isn't satisfied that one woman thought enough of his ass to marry him; but now he has to make it his mission to have every woman in his life co-sign his wife's attraction.
*ROLLING EYES*
Seriously, its takes me breathing exercises and a call to my therapist just to hold a 5 min. conversation with my mother, without having to worry about some grown ass man having anxiety attacks over his own sexual prowess.

I'm a single woman, there are enough men out there who won't get into a productive relationship with me, for me to stop for some dude who not only can't commit to me but is possibly going to get me in a slap-match if his wife finds out we are playing with FIRE.

I have one friend in particular (even though I'm sure this could apply to several male friends of mine who read this blog), this guy is a real nut job when it comes to his lust for what I call FWM (Flirting While Married). I can't bring any of my single girlfriends around him without him hiking up his pants, and licking his lips (think your old ass great-uncle who ain't got no business in the clubs, but still doing the electric slide every Fri and Sat with people 35 years his junior). Despite, my attempts to assure him that he still has it - he still feels its his duty to grind up on my girlfriends and ask them for their numbers when we are out at the club.

The Reason

It's just plain pathetic, and this seems to be a epidemic with married men. You want to know why? Because men fishers, but after they get that big fish (wifey) then the fishing becomes hobby. They continue to cast their lines, even though they have 1 big ass fish in their boat already. Married men just want to keep reeling in more fish, so they can look at the fish and brag that they bagged it and then throw it back into the pond.

And what happens to the fish? The fish sees what's on the other side and is now scared that shit may happen again, so now you got a pond of scared ass fish - swimming in a circle so they don't get caught up by this bullshit again... And from this fear spawns the group of girls that single men complain about. 10 chicks huddled in a circle, hovering over reach other making sure no one can cast their lines of bullshit (especially married men) into the POB (pond of bitches).

In Conclusion

So, married men on behalf of all the single women in the world: We see your ass, "yes" you got it going on, now go sit your ass down next to your wife - before we show her the worm you tried to feed us.

*SMH*

Not Marriage Material

Somewhere along the line I became rehab for all insecure men who want to detox. They come to me with their bullshit, issues and excuses; I nurse them back to health and then they leave. I'm the 'emotional trash can'. I have taken the trash out three times, already. What is my prize for this? I get left with the mess while the next woman gets the man.

"There is just something about you, I don't know what it is. It's just that I know what I want in a wife and you are just not IT. You're not marriage material." - this excerpt came from one of many conversations with HE WHO WILL REMAIN NAMELESS

I gave this man everything and all of me, for this he'd at least give me some dignity in the separation; no, I get a list of reasons why I'm not marriage material. The list was superficial but like a sucker I listened. It tuned out one of the paramount reason had to do with my weight. OUCH. Here all this time I actually thought I was a good looking big girl, but the whole time the one guy that I wanted to be attracted to me and what I had to offer, wasn't.

Then we have the guy that I'm currently dating. This guy hasn't even slept with me and already the pressure is on to determine if I'm Marriage Material. That's a lot of pressure, considering that I'm the first black woman he has dated ever, despite the fact that he is so black he makes Wesley Snipes look like Chris Brown. So, compounded is the pressure not only to be "Marriage Material", I also have to take on the responsibility that if I fuck this up he'll never date black women again.

Why do women constantly put themselves in this situation? Why all this pressure to be Marriage Material. Is this a new reality show that only men are aware of? America's Next Top Wife?

Women spend so much time:

1. Trying to be a good homemaker - We feel like we have to rival Bette Crocker in the kitchen. They say the way to a mans' heart is through his stomach, I beg to differ, I think a great head game works just as good.
2. Trying to be a freak in the bed and a lady in the sheets - You are Snow White around his parents but cupping balls and licking ass at night.
3. Trying to be a career woman - No longer is the day of the housewife what a man wants, now we got to get our asses out and work and help bring home half the bacon. Then when we get home we got to fry the shit in a pan too, while he scratches his balls and sniffs to see if he needs to take a shower tonight.
4. Trying to be a good mom - You have to pray that he has some nieces and nephews you can pretend to like so you can show him how good a mom you will be.

ALL THIS SHIT AND WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING?

He is scouting out other women and making a list. The other women are so he's dick doesn't get dry while he is in rebound and the list is so he can reinforce your insecurities by telling you how worthless you are and why he is leaving you, "it's all your fault, didn't you know that?". It's absolutely absurd!

I sat in front of my ex recently, letting him go over a laundry list of why I'm not shit and won't be shit, and you know what I did?! I just sat there. I sat there and contemplated and even considered what I could do to change his mind. I thought so hard and so long about this shit that I got a headache. So, guess what I did after that?! I took two Excedrins, I called a few of my girls, I called him (but on some other shit) and then I went out with the guy that has never dated black women and I then broke it off with him because you know what I don't need that shit. I took myself home and then I went to sleep, and while I slept I prayed and had a conversation with God. You know what God told me?! He said put your focus somewhere else for awhile. He was right.

Instead of trying to be Marriage Material I should try to be Me Material. We only have a certain time to be what we are going to be, and I certainly don't want to look up 40 years from now and realize that I wasted all this time trying to win over a man when I could've won over my goals and been happy. I may not ever get the man that I love right now, but you know at least I get better at getting happy. Working for someones love and approval is not the road to happiness, its actually below mediocre. I don't know about you but who has time to work 40 hours a week on a job and then come home and still have to work to make sure you are the perfect person for someone else. FUCK THAT!

This has been a serious rant, and its had many run on sentences but the point is clear. I wasted two and half years on someone who never loved me, and will never think i'm good enough for them. I don't want anyone to suffer the same fate, its not too late for you and its not to late for me. Go out today and be the best woman you can be.

Life

Hello Girls (and Boys),

Its been a minute since I've posted on Yelling Girl, but I will be back in full force in a few days. I've had a few technical difficulties w/ my computer so that has been the hold up.

Before I go, I just wanted to say:

Always love yourself before you love anyone else! (except for God).

See you soon,

Love Yamaneika