Please CLICK HERE. A fellow blogger, Stomp In My Chucks, caught me today on the mean streets of Raleigh and snapped a picture. I’m kind of flattered and maybe a little creeped out.
But really that’s beside the point. I’m embarrassed because I was caught with socks on. However, I must clarify two things:
(1) I wasn’t wearing loafers. I was wearing old school LL Bean Bluchers. So I kind of have you on a technicality there. My blog isn’t called bluchersansocks or sneakersansocks — some shoes deserve socks (loafers not being one of those).
(2) It’s OK to wear socks if it is cold. Clearly, however, it wasn’t cold enough to deter this young lady from sitting outside at Armadillo Grill. It was cold enough to put on socks at 7:30 when I left my house though.
Regardless, good catch by Stomp In My Chucks. Check out her blog; it’s good stuff.
I always really enjoy getting comments from readers. The folks who comment are always witty, smart and genuine. A loyal reader, CourtMarie, commented on the post below:
kanye is talented, and he messed up. oh well, im over it. but i refuse to forgive michael vick. what kanye and tiger did was selfish. what michael vick did was cruel and disgusting. its like forgiving a murder and saying “hey theyre good at sports!”
I need to respond. I need to respond because I’ve been an unwavering fan of Michael Vick since I saw in wearing the #7 at Virginia Tech. He’s my kind of athlete: Incredibly fast, agile and well… super athletic. I compare every quarterback who signs at UNC to him and am always disgusted when they fail to provide 1/10th of his athleticism. To respond directly to the comments above though: Michael Vick used poor judgment. He and his friends took part in some sophomoric BS that resulted in a number of dogs dying. However, because of who he is, he went to jail for substantially longer than anyone else involved in a crime like this. He lost all of his money and was suspended from the one thing he is really good at. He’s been punished — excessively, in my mind. Now, he actively speaks out against the mistakes he made and brings light to his indiscretions by speaking to children about how vile his actions were.
To compare Michael Vick to a murderer is without foundation. Killing a dog and killing a person are two completely different things. I like dogs as much as anyone else, but he is not a murderer. If you want to be disgusted and horrified then get mad at a real murderer and put this into perspective. Ray Lewis, who currently plays for the Baltimore Ravens, literally killed two people. He never went to jail. A year later, he was named MVP of the Super Bowl. It’s situations like this that make me put all of this into perspective. I like athletes because they are entertaining. As I mentioned before, these guys are not my moral compasses; they are guys I like watching on TV. Michael Vick isn’t the terrible person everyone makes him out to be. If you believe, like I do, that individuals are a byproduct of their surroundings and we, as a society, should help all people achieve their goals then you’ve got to understand that Mike Vick came from a less-than-desirable home, which consisted of constant abuse. He overcame the odds to become a superstar, but still surrounded himself with friends from his youth. Those guys, who hadn’t achieved the successes of Vick, pulled him into a vicious underworld and Vick stayed loyal to the guys he’d always known.
I understand the visceral reaction that many have to Vick, but before chastising him or calling him a murderer remember that there are always two sides to a story. And Mike Vick has ended up on the right side of this story.
I’m sure many of you remember me blaspheming Kanye for his move on Taylor a year ago. I’m not going to post the link because I’m ashamed. I’m back on the Kanye train hard. And I’m issuing an official apology. I held him to some sort of fake standard. I love Michael Vick. I love Tiger Woods. Why? Because they entertain me. I don’t look to those guys as my moral compass. I look to them to do stuff on their respective sporting ground that I could never dream of doing.
And for some reason, I didn’t hold Kanye West to the same standard. It was an embarrassing day in my life.
I was planning on reviewing his new album, but last night I was reading Pitchfork’s review and realized that they basically said it all. Pitchfork gave the album a 10. To put it another way, they’ve only given one or two other 10s in the website’s history. Sufjan Steven’s “Illinois”, which is one of my favorite albums of all time received one of the website’s highest scores — a 9.2.
Kanye just released one of the best albums of the 2000s and arguably one of the best hip hop albums of all time (not that I’m an expert).
Kind of a weird, sad week. Scenes-From-My-Hood, one of the first followers of my blog and someone I consider an actual friend now, decided to hit the dip mode. My first three followers go something like this: Literally, Genevieve Clare, Scenes-From-My-Hood, and PartiallyCommitted. Two out of three are gone now. No longer blogging.
I started my blog within a few months of both Scenes and Literally. And now they bounced. I’m planning on carrying the torch along with PartiallyCommitteed for a while.
So this is my formal, blogging goodbye to Scenes. She was a great writer and photographer. Keep it real, Scenes.