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5. Being Sexy has nothing to do with sex. Sex appeal is something you can’t see, it’s like an aura you give off and it has absolutely nothing to do with what you are wearing. Ever seen a woman in the club half naked but she’s not sexy, the broad is just HALF NAKED! That’s cus’ she has no sex appeal. It used to baffle me how it would seem I’d attract tons of men dressed down (in sweats or some shit), I now know it’s all about how I carry myself and that a man that notices the confidence I have etc. in some sweats already knows that when I really put on, it’s gonna’ be a problem.
This is a little off my regular blog path but just something quick I want to share with yall.
People often ask or comment to me about how I got to be the way I am or why I’ll just say whatever, I’m so blunt, real, etc. Well this didn’t happen overnight it was a process. Ever since I was a little kid I’ve had a smart ass mouth. I got kicked out of pre-school at 3 for cursing at the teacher (she tried to hit me with a fly-swatter cus’ I wouldn’t take a nap, wtf!), I always talked back and school was just a big problem. You see my mother told me to ALWAYS SPEAK MY MIND. Did I say that I was a literal child and still am pretty much to this day, so yall know I took that to mean SAY WHATEVER THE HELL I WANTED WHENEVER THE HELL I WANTED TO.
Back in the day there was a song called “Be A Father To Your Child” now cats are making songs about “Bust-It Baby’s” hmmmmmm.
So I’m watching Tiny & Toya and Toya is talking to her father about how he had 6 kids with her mom then went and married another woman and kind of fell off and dropped the ball where she and her siblings were concerned. That makes me think of something that runs rampant in our communities and that’s, when the relationship with the mother is over in a lot of cases it’s over with the kids too. That’s some bullsh*t and why black families are pretty much non-existant. Back in the days, like my grandmother’s time, etc. ALL the kids came around whether they were from a previous relationship, a “within the family” relationship (yall know the ones where the cousins was screwing or the dirty ass old uncle was messing with a niece or some other incestuous shit) a relationship that happened during an existing relationship or whatever. The family unit used to mean something and remained intact regardless.
Ever since the beginning of hip-hop there has been this big issue with artists writing their rhymes. I personally don’t think it’s such a big deal whether someone writes their rhymes or not but some people take it real personal, in fact they feel some type of way FOR REAL!!
To me the problem is when someone lies and says they write their own rhymes when they have ghostwriters, etc. What is widely considered the 1st hip hop song ever, “Rapper’s Delight” by the Sugarhill Gang was in fact written by a friend of mine Grandmaster Caz and he’s not on the song, nor in the group. “Rapper’s Delight” went on to sell a reported 8 millions copies, now that’s some shit, unfortunately Caz never received any royalties for writing the song. I don’t know who wrote the songs after that but i do know that the Sugarhill Gang never topped the charts again, maybe they should’ve paid Caz to write some more songs…