One for chocolate love.

I need to vent.

Saturday night, after having dinner on Lygon Street, I ventured down to Readings to see the latest. There, sitting in a pile below the magazine stand, was the new issue of Vanity Fair. I was in shock. Gracing the latest edition of Vanity Fair was Beyonce Knowles, arguably the greatest female performer of my generation. You need to understand the rapture I feel when I see one of my top five favourite artists on the cover of an elite American magazine. Vanity Fair in particular, is instrumental in the documentation of modern culture.



It was then interesting to find out over brunch at Arcadia on Sunday, that in fact, Beyonce Knowles is the first African-American to grace the cover solo, of the elite publication since 1993 when Tina Turner appeared. *ding**ding*ding* *alarm for chocolate love is set off*

How is it that Jennifer Aniston, a woman with no real merit or accomplishment (relatively) other than marrying the arguably hottest man on earth and earning an outrageous amount of money for 30 minutes work per week, can be given the honor of appearing on the cover of Vanity Fair? When someone like Halle Berry, the first woman of colour to win an Academy Award is yet to be allowed the same pleasure?

It seems to be that the bar is risen for people of colour, that they must achieve more to receive the same recognition. Beyonce Knowles has lead the most popular female music group in history, won countless Grammy's, has performed with the best and for the most elite, holds a modeling contract, has appeared in movies, sold millions of records as well as had #1 records all over the world.

Where is the Vanity Fair issue with Angela Bassett on the cover? Whoopi Goldberg? Vivica Fox? Regina King? Janet Jackson? Diana Ross?

Don't get me wrong, I love Vanity Fair. But when I realise that there have only been two black women on the cover of one of the world's most culturally respected publications in well-over a decade, I have to ask myself, how fair is Vanity Fair?

Click here for another interesting article in regards to Beyonce Knowles appearing on Vanity Fair.

OnAir with BlackPunk : Brandy - I Tried

What kind of dream we found, see I'm often at your crossway

I always knew that one day,
they'd try to being me down
way down, way down

One day, they try to bring me down.

I always knew that one day,
they'd try to being me down,
way down, way down

They'd try to bring me down.

OnAir with BlackPunk : Kanye West Featuring Brandy - Bring Me Down

Wild horses couldn't drag me away

Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless boy you know who I am
You know I can’t let you slide through my hands

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn’t drag me away

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn’t drag me away

I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don’t have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Let’s do some living after we die

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we’ll ride them some day

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we’ll ride them some day


- taken from Alicia Keys' 'Unplugged' LP
- performed by Alicia Keys & Adam Levine

Sunstroke from Lorne

So once again, I read Paulina's weblog. Nothing about me. Nothing. Silly biatch.

Attention Paulina!
Write something about me!

The past week or so has presented a variety of paths that I am able to take to lead my life in different and hopefully all positive directions. With the arrival of my father back in town and also my grandmother (anyone else filipino out there would agree with my love of the 'kiss-that-turns-into-the-sniff-thing' that my grandmother is notorious for), I have been able to source different types of advice. Not so much from my grandmother, but realising the memories I've had with her, the strength she has in her bones, the family she has given life to, the community she has helped, she is arguably the most beautiful influence I have in my live. *Christopher wipes away a tear from his eye* The choice of University or short-term career prospects is a tough choice for a 20yo living out of home. Not that it would be any easier living at home, it would probably be tougher, which is why I'm not living at home....but anyway. Hopefully the maturity I like to believe I have learnt over the past few years will lead me to the most sensible and practical decision I have made in my life.

My father and I enjoyed a nice lunch on Victoria Street last week. When I first saw him pop his head in the door of the restaurant wearing his grey beret, I felt a little nervous. I'm not completely sure as to why.

I want him to see how far I've come. Perhaps for him to see the progressive steps I have taken in becoming a more happy person? I guess I enjoy my relationship with him. The ability to ask him for advice calmly and without the fear of persecution or anger which was usually the case in my family some years ago. Yes. I want to be realised as a mature adult, but also a person that sometimes needs help like anyone else. Being apart of my family, you learn to be arrogant and stubborn as all hell. Each of us thinks we rule the world in some way. I will conquer the world, but not without the knowledge of others.

It's just babble. Ignore me. Perhaps sunstroke from Lorne.

You will now forget everything I have written *Christopher claps his hands*