This is the official blog of Gevar, Jrome and Vaughn. We named it Ghidorah because King Ghidorah is a 3 headed dragon, and in some ways we can be a three headed beast. We chose to blog because many people were interested in our opinions and conversation that they participated in. This blog allows people to see our viewpoint and even challenge our ideas.
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Friday, October 29, 2010
The "4 Ya'll" Update Pt. 2
To our new viewers, thanks for joining us! Rest assured that you can expect the same quality of work going forward as you witnessed this week....just from a male perspective (but an objective one). We started this blog as a way for us to connect with each other and with you so that we can all learn and grow from each other, and we definitely will continue with that mindset. With that said, we are back to Ghidorah business as usual starting on Monday with Vaughn P. first up on the mic!
New look
More laughs
More enlightenment
More growth
Join us...will you? And as always, your support is much appreciated! Hope everyone has a great weekend. Don't do anything stupid for Halloween/Classic/homecoming...we'd like to see you on Monday.
Peace!
Thursday, October 28, 2010
To Be A Woman: A Gift or a Curse
Lead from the back — and let others believe they are in front.Nelson Mandela ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- _____________________________________________________________________________________ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PHENOMENAL WOMAN Pretty women wonder where my secret lies I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes And the flash of my teeth, The swing of my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them, They say they still can't see. I say It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, The palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. from And Still I Rise by Maya Angelou copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Just. Be. You. Girl!
Hello Ghidorah3 readers! I am Miss K. Ann otherwise known as @TheInsatiable1 and I will guest writing as well for the blog. Just so you know a lil’ bit more about me: born and raised in Birmingham/Hoover, Alabama. Hoover High and THE University of Alabama graduate (‘03, ‘07 and ‘10—Roll Tide!) and I am currently an unemployed attorney…that’s another post. I will go in and out of formal legal speak and writin’ like dis, so don’t be confused, it’s how I really am. I may catch flack for what I say, but as long as it’s constructive, I welcome it.
I want to start my fledgling blogging career by discussing a topic that tends to irk my nerves when it comes to women especially. It’s a simple concept of being yourself on a behavioral level (the beauty/physical aspect has been beaten to death IMO). Sounds easy, hard to accomplish.
Example: many people know I have a love/hate/blah relationship with Beyoncé. I got plenty of her songs, but I tend to be weary of girls/women who look too perfect, who look too put together. That’s probably why I adore Solange, she has enough balls to flip the establishment and flip them the finger at the same time, bald head and all. I rolled my eyes as far back in my head as they could go when Beyoncé came out with this “alter ego” Sasha Fierce for her last album. This “alter ego” is who she transformed into on stage while “Beyoncé” stay quietly in a corner in her dressing room backstage, waiting on her owner to claim her once again. My question from day one was this: Why can’t Sasha and Beyoncé co-exist in the same person all the time? Why is it that one has to be neatly put away while the other wriggles around on stage for 2 hours, only to be shelved for the next concert date?
That’s why I said if I ever got the chance to meet Beyoncé, I’d only have one thing to say to her: Just. Be. You. Girl! If Sasha is how you really are, then let her fly free all the time, just not on stage. I know I’d have more respect for you and I guarantee others wouldn’t lose the respect they have for you if you did. If you scared, say you scared, but don’t let that fear keep you from being just you, girl! Lady Gaga is the same (insert adjective here) woman on stage, in front of the cameras, and off, hence why I like her as well. You’d think she would’ve rubbed off on her when they filmed the “Telephone” video…I think it sets a dangerous precedent for girls to think that they have to contain their wacky, free-flowing ways to the confines of their room, or a stage. Besides…
If you’ve known me long enough and have had the fortune (or misfortune) of being around me with a camera, more than likely I have several “gotcha” photos of you. Heck, I’ve had several taken of me. I love to show/post them on Facebook or other sites, but I’ve nearly fallen out with several friends over them. Why? The difference is I don’t mind them at all while some folks seem to want to present a polished image of themselves to Facebook and beyond. Why? For what? People aren’t dumb enough to think you always look like this>>>, they know sometimes you look straight busted, like this >>>, so why not show them all the facets of who you are? I guarantee no one’s going to look at you any differently, they may even appreciate it and try it themselves. Imagine that! A movement of women being themselves!
So what are you afraid of? Just. Be. You. Girl!
Flame away…
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
What is the definition of "me"
Have you ever thought to yourself, "Why am I the way I am and how did I get here?" Over the years we've made plenty of "bad" decisions and even more questionable ones. But I believe "bad" is a term subjective to how much we've accepted change in our lives and how willing we are to move forward. I could go on and on about living life with no regrets and the bigger picture....(insert yawn). But as human beings it seems that we use the "what if" as a way to cope with those "bad decisions". Almost as if we use the knowledge to validate our deviation from the paths set before us by a third party (parents, teachers, etc.) Is that what a lack of regret actually means? That we haven't necessarily accepted our past as a catalyst for growth but instead an excuse to let our aspirations plateau?
Recently I've posed this very question to myself. You will never hear me complain about what life has thrown at me, but is that due to the acceptance that extravagant dreams are no longer a viable component of my journey? Excuse my language but fuck that, my socially "bad decisions" and mishaps are my favorite and most memorable situations. And almost always they are a derivative of some epiphany that prefaced the action (or in some cases, the lack thereof).
Some of us had children out of wedlock, or got married too early, etc. etc. Now, where is it written that once you've introduced such a profound and irreversible alteration in your life your "dreams" no longer factor into the path of your life. For one, my mother did this to me. Every decision I made/make equates to my lack of maternal instinct and inability as a mother. So now its inherent guilt that subconsciously makes me think twice when I'm "too happy". If I'm happy, its always at someone else's expense right? Yes, that sounds/looks silly when the words are given tangibility, so why then, do we allow this mentality to resonate in our own personal pursuit of euphoria?
In a sense, its common to strive for mediocrity. Especially as women, we feel the incessant desire to provide for someone else, whether a child, spouse, parent, friend, or hell a complete stranger with limitless inconsideration for how it places a definitive ceiling on our own growth and well-being. I've done all of the above, as most of you have I'm sure, but in all honestly, the ultimate ability to provide for any of these entities is ONLY derived from the internally and often ambiguous ability to look out for ourselves.
Back to basics for a minute. Take a woman who works her ass off to provide for her children as a single mother and make sure her children want for nothing. And look at the dad who stays with his overbearing wife working hard (watch Diary of Tired Black Man). As a society, we think "that's a worthy person" because we can assign tangible hardship to their journey. FF 15 years, the kids are grown, and have a fear of commitment etc. All because they've never witnessed what its like to simply pursue happiness. Ok PBS time is over but am I making a little more sense?
So regret is not something we have to eliminate, but let it be an opportunity to further our dreams and reach for something outrageously silly that will make those closest to us shake their heads and question our sanity. That's how we can best provide for them. Fuck them all, and only then can we learn to love them in ways we never could comprehend before. There it is. Good night and live it up!
P.S. if I was on a computer I would post Joss Stone-"Right to be wrong" check this isht out ASAP as possible...hehehe
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Seductive Sirens
Ok, so we realize that a couple of you are thinking, "Aren't Sirens a female reference?" Yes, we are fully aware of this.
We have temporarily changed the look of the blog because we want to give some of our female followers an opportunity to trump our male perspective. Hopefully you are familiar with the Sirens spoken of in Greek mythology....if not, please stop and proceed to your nearest search engine.....or click HERE
Going forward, we will dedicate the last full week of each month to the ladies. Allow them to talk about whatever they wish. This not only allows us to view life and other things from a different perspective but it gives them an opportunity to talk to us and you in a direct but indirect way.
We have handpicked three wonderful young ladies for the first installment of the "Seductive Sirens" series...all intelligent, well-informed, gifted writers, and wise beyond their years. The series will officially begin tomorrow with Memorie, followed in succession by Katriesa, then Leslie.
We are excited to present this to you and hope you all enjoy our Sirens. We look forward to reading what they have to say. As always, we encourage you to participate in the topics that are touched on. We can all learn from each other. By all means start a dialogue or discussion if the spirit moves you!
Peace