I'm a Sucker for Wedge Heels

I seldom wear flats, and my choice of heels are wedges. Now these shoes come in at a whopping $175. If they were priced at a more reasonable figure, I would have considered getting them for a girlfriend who recently had a birthday. The party activities planned was a Pole Dance class. These certainly would have gotten her in character. What better way to unleash your inner ho' than with a pair of shoes with a naked sculptured stripper, on a pole, in your shoe. Said friend probably would have taken the wedge heel and knocked me in the head with them. Would have been a great laugh though... For any of you interested in purchasing a pair, click here.

My Local DMV

With all the madness going on in my life, I unfortunately had a blond moment and forgot to pay my car insurance, which resulted in receiving a license suspension notice from the DMV by a certain date, if my plates weren't returned to DMV. Or the other alternative was to pay the fine for the days I was uninsured. Of course, I opted for the latter.

Today was truly an errand day and everything worked out superbly. Has anyone noticed that Wamu Bank plays the best music? I had to ask the specialist how is that their music always takes me down memory lane? Apparently, the music is provided by Satellite radio. Ahhh, makes sense, as I jammed to Roy Ayres' "Running Away" while opening a business account (yay!). After spending half an hour at the local Wamu and getting a bank check for my hefty fine, I made my way down to the DMV Office.

Please note, I live in an urban part of Queens where Jamaica Avenue is the local shopping area. The community is heavily West Indian and Black American. It's not an area I frequent, unless I'm taking the E Train from Jamaica Center into the city. The shops are not my kind of fashion taste.

The DMV office was PACKED and to say the least, hot and stuffy. Monday was not the day to go to the DMV office; I should have done this on a Wednesday. People were angry. At one point a clerk retorted to a license holder, "SIR! Please step back! I need to take this woman's photo," and the man storming off with a "Damn" and mumbling a stream of expletives. It was going to be a long and uncomfortable wait.

I got in line, received my ticket, found a seat, and watched the board for my number, which was D862. The D's were at D856. Somewhat delighted, as I was sure this wasn't going to take too long. Wrong. Four o'clock rolled around and there was a standard announcement informing us that the DMV was now closed and they will not be letting anyone else in. This announcement repeated itself around three times. I sat there thinking, There's no way I'm getting out of here before 5pm. Then just out of the blue, the horns to the intro of Sade's "Is It A Crime," blares from the speakers. Everyone was startled and we all kind of looked about the office at each other. But within no time, we were humming, rocking, tapping feet, and swaying to Ms. Adu as her greatest hits graced our ears. Friggin' brilliant! The Jamaica, Queens DMV has it down to a science - "Quick! Put on some Sade, the natives are getting agitated!" Worked like a charm. I left the DMV singing, "Sweetest Tabu," and in a good mood.

The Nutcracker

Although, I think the implication here is Hillary busting Obama's nuts, we can't deny the humor. The product description on Stupid.com says, "Look at her! Standing with arms akimbo, legs confidently spread, ready to crack some nuts with her stainless steel thighs." I've always maintained that Hillary reminds me of Margaret Thatcher, who was nicknamed, "The Iron Lady." It seems that others can see and feel the hardness too. Those Clinton's will always be the butt of jokes. I'm going to do some research to see what gadgets and/or toys were created during the Monicagate debacle. I bet with all the "We don't do sex. We're American!" sensibilities, the memorabilia won't compare to this one. Poor Hills.

It's All About "Buck Naked" Wednesdays

Erykah enlightens on how women can succeed in the music industry - buck naked, in stilettos, and a beeper. Okay. WE LOVE YOU, E!

I think I Want One of These....

In the event that the paparazzi or filming camera crews are out on the streets of your city, these Pre-Pixelated Clothes for Reality TV, will have you camera-ready, saving time usually spent in the cutting room blurring out those officious logos and brands we've grown to completely ignore. Get yourself some gear at Cafe Press. Mindless TV deserves mindless clothing, don't you think?