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Friday, May 20, 2011
Free hugs today (until 8:59 p.m.)
Posted By Brittney Cason on Fri, May 20, 2011 at 3:38 PM
Charlotte Knights mascot Homer the Dragon will be attempting to set the World Record for “Most Hugs Given in a 24-hour Span” from Thursday, May 19th at 9:00 p.m. to Friday, May 20th at 8:59 p.m. The current world record is 8,709, so Homer's gotta get busy!
The purpose of the green dragon giving out hugs in “Homer’s Hugs for Hope” is to reach out into the community and spread a little joy to everyone. Spreading hugs not drugs! But they are suggesting a $1 donation per hug which will be distributed to local schools, Community Blood Center of the Carolinas, and the Disaster Relief Initiative.So technically that hug isn't free, but worth every penny. They're hoping to raise $8000 in the hug-a-thon.
Homer will be downtown and at local elementary schools this afternoon and at Knights Stadium for the game from 5:30 p.m. – 8:59 p.m., when the hug felt around the world ends.
I propose in addition to hugging a dragon, we spread the love and all just give out hugs to another. I'll be wearing a Free Hug shirt all day giving out hugs as well. Just please don't squeeze me guys ... I know your little trick about making women press their breasts against your chest during a hug.
I will be giving away hugs and shoes tonight at RE:Public for Fergie's gifting suite for her new footwear line.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Blind Leading the Blind / Sex and the Queen City Caution flags in relationships
Posted By Brittney Cason on Thu, May 19, 2011 at 12:58 PM
I was once invited to go on the Rachael Ray show as an "expert" to discuss my article featured on AOL's homepage: My Boyfriend was Living a Double Life. (Which really confused me because I thought it was a cooking show. But apparently I am the poster child for heartbreak, so I can cook up some relationship advice — using my own mistakes as lessons.)
Race week in Charlotte actually inspired my talking points for the Rachael Ray show ...
Wouldn't it be nice if, when dating, we had someone to wave yellow caution flags for us like NASCAR drivers do during a race — to let us know if there is debris, or bullshit, on our track ahead. Because you have to keep an eye out for red-caution flags in relationships, as I learned the really hard way.
Some caution flags to look out for …
Are you spinning your wheels?
Technically men are the ones who get to decide when women get married — based on when they ask. If you keep waiting for him to advance your relationship, and he’s telling you it’s a marathon and not a sprint, then he probably doesn’t intend on finishing the race with you. If you’re waiting for a fairy tale to unfold, I hate to be the one to tell you that Cinderella isn't real — and you’re likely headed for an unhappy ending.
Check your blindspot and utilize your spotter
If someone is waving a caution flag in front of you ... pay attention! And it might be a good idea to take a glimpse in the rearview mirror and make sure no one else is in it. My mentality of living in the now and always driving forward made me completely disregard the past ... and the fact he was still living in it, with no regard to a future with me. Look how well that turned out for me.
Is he on your pit crew ... or driving against you?
Is he jealous and over-protective of you? If so then it’s probably because he is doing something that would warrant those feelings, from you. If he’s questioning your loyalty then you may want to question his. And if you are in fact questioning his loyalty — RED FLAG! Worse, if you ever feel so insecure to the point you feel the need to pry and spy, it’s time to throw in the flag on that relationship ... or get your head checked.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Sex and the Queen City / Random.com Who sings your love song?
Posted By Brittney Cason on Tue, May 17, 2011 at 11:35 AM
Everyone has that one love song that resonates with them ... the song they put on repeat on their iPod and listen to over and over again while they daydream about the person that the song reminds them of. It's the song they sing in the shower at the top of their lungs or play at their wedding. It almost feels like the artist is singing right to you, about your relationship.
My favorite love song is Pat Green's "Three Days" It's the perfect love song for people who live their life up in the air and on the road — people like me, and the NASCARnies who only spend three days home at a time.
"I got three days, wash the road out of my soul. I got three days, love you out of control."
I spoke with Pat Green this morning, regarding his upcoming performance in Charlotte on May 26 at Speed Street, for which he promised to sing "Three Days" to the NASCARnival crowd. "I try not to leave out any song nominated for a Grammy," he joked.
Take a listen, to the greatest love song ever sang (to me at least).
I asked him if he had any relationship advice to offer those whom his popular love song (based on his own love life) also resonates with. He said to take advantage of the homecoming. Don't go out partying with the guys. When you're home, be home.
... take notes fellas!
Friday, May 13, 2011
Sex and the Queen City The Desperate Housewives of Charlotte
Posted By Brittney Cason on Fri, May 13, 2011 at 11:54 AM
I went on a double date with some cowboys last week ...
OK, so not really. I went to a country charity concert at Coyote Joe's with a girlfriend and found myself backstage with my friends from 96.9 The Kat, and in a picture with country artists Lee Brice and Jerrod Neimann.
You always hear about hip-hop video vixens, and the groupies that flock to rappers and ballers. But it's no different for country artists and NASCAR drivers. They just have a different breed of groupies.
I witnessed Jerrod Neimann convince a room full of women to drop down and do push-ups and then touch tongues, like a perverted Simon Says. And meanwhile Lee Brice was making out with some blonde fan in the middle of this game. He didn't even come up for air long enough to pose for a group picture. As you can see from his backward baseball hat.
I don't get it. What makes these men so appealing to women? Fame ... money ... power? That doesn't make them sweet and compassionate. And definitely not good boyfriends — or hook-ups even. Practice may make for a better performance, but it also makes things less safe and sanitary. Why would any woman want to give up her own identity for a guy who has other women throwing themselves at him because of his status, regardless of his relationship status. And more importantly, why do women throw themselves at them? Like it's a competition: Whoever ropes them a cowboy on stage, wins. But what do you win, exactly? A life of insecurities and infidelity? Unless you're Kate Middleton, you're not going to become a princess for seducing a man with status.
But who am I to judge? I'm the one in the picture with country stars and with an ex in the NBA. I went through a phase where I would be more flattered by the NASCAR driver or football player who hit on me than the average Joe. And then I'd pretend to be perfect, hoping they'd fall in love with me and make me Mrs. # (insert jersey number or car number). But then I realized how pathetic I was becoming — like an employed desperate housewife of Charlotte, trying to become rich and famous through osmosis, but only becoming insecure and greedy.
The average Joe is just as rich and powerful as any athlete, musician or actor when it comes to love. Just because some guy is taller and can dunk a ball, or can sing better, does not make him a better man than Joe.
Besides, players like to play on and off the field, using women as their ball. But with all the groupies, it makes the game so easy for them. So, can you blame them?
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Don't Do This How to turn off a woman and look like a douchebag
Posted By Brittney Cason on Thu, May 12, 2011 at 3:12 PM
Last Sunday Funday, I was at the Rusty Rudder after a day out on the lake, when a guy came over and introduced himself. And that introduction included:
"It's so hard being rich and famous. I can't go out and have a good time without people watching me, and wanting to take a picture with me, when I'm just trying to chill."
I looked around to see who was watching us. No one was.
He continued: "I mean, I can't just go to a bar and have a good time. It sucks. I just want to be normal. You don't know how lucky you are."
How does one respond to this?: "I'm sorry ... what did you say your name was?"
Apparently, he was some contending champion in minor league-dirt track-NASCAR. I even work for 3 Wide Life, which covers all forms of racing, and I didn't know who he was. Now I have to ask, why would he do this? Is he paranoid schizophrenic? Or has this pick-up technique worked on women in the past? Even gold-diggers know that actions speak louder than words. All I know is that by trying to validate his coolness, he looked like a complete and utter dork (not to mention douche)
So don't do this guys ... being humble and secure in yourself makes you a lot more attractive to women than trying to sell yourself like a used car salesman.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Happy Hump Day Women Viagra?
Posted By Brittney Cason on Wed, May 11, 2011 at 2:34 PM
Recently, I walked into Smoothie King and found this displayed among the vitamins, fish oil and diet drugs: Arousal and Pleasure Libido-Boost for Women.
Can you imagine a soccer mom bringing her second grader into Smoothie King, and the little boy pointing at the box and asking, "Hey mommy, what's a libido?"
No wonder the birds and bees conversation (and actions) seem to be happening earlier these days.
I can't go anywhere without seeing a product advertising to enhance my mojo. I was handed Extenze for Women samples at a NASCAR event, and got this libigirl sexual enhancement and energy shot at a gas station cashier counter because they were out of 5-Hour Energy.
As seen here on my desk. Don't judge.
But funny thing is, they all have different ingredients. Horny Goat Weed extract, Maca root powder, Black pepper and ginger root seem to be the key magic ingredients for "stimulating arousal" and "optimizing sexual pleasure and enjoyment." The Smoothie King brand even has L-Tyrosine, which is a precursor to dopamine. Why not just drink Ginger Beer and put lots of pepper on your food? That oughta spice things up.
I thought a woman hit her sexual peak at 40. So why are these sexual enhancement over-the-counter-drugs on just about every counter? Has America's sex drive gone down? Curious, I called the contact number provided by the website listed on the bottle. But they didn't speak very good English and didn't know of any health advisers I could talk to. So I called Smoothie King and was put through to a voice mail to someone in marketing. So I researched the Extenze website...
Are there any side effects to Women ExtenZe?
Possible side effects include acne, hair loss, facial hair growth, oily skin, clitoral and vulvar enlargement, excessively heightened sex drive, irritability, and increased levels of female estrogen or testosterone.
... if excessively heightened sex drive is the side effect, then what's the main course? Hmmm ... facial hair or larger clitoris ... tough choice.
What will Women ExtenZe do for me?
Women ExtenZe helps strengthened the connection between mind, body and spirit. It fortifies, nourishes, supports and strengthens sex like no other nutritional product that has ever been introduced for women.
Funny, the Smoothie King brand said they have the best nutrients for sexual enhancement. Potatoe, Potata. Libido, Libado. Guess it depends which nutritional label you're reading.
I guess these drugs are just to help the women keep up with all the men on Viagra.
But none of these statements have been evaluated by the FDA. And I personally like them to approve my drugs, and my men, before I take them. Because men are like a drug after all: they can get you so high, but just as quickly, they can also bring you way down.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Dating and Mating 'Jungle fever' is not contagious
Posted By Brittney Cason on Tue, May 10, 2011 at 2:18 PM
My rumored and assumed sex life is far more eventful than my actual one.
But give me some credit here, people ... no, I've never slept with Tucker Max, but at least that ass-sumption makes sense considering I went on a book tour with him.
Rather, he spent the entire tour making fun of my sex life:
"This is my tour manager Brittney. I'm not sleeping with her, have never slept with her, and will never sleep with her. But she's single, so you guys can hit on her if you want. But you probably won't get anywhere with her unless you're an old redneck or a black football player."
Why would he say that? Let me explain ...
a) I have a big butt and dark hair and skin.
b) I've allegedly dated Michael Vick.
I didn't know about it, but I've heard it several times, so it must be true, right? I literally ran into him once at the Virginia Tech dining hall before he ever played a game there. Does that count as dating? My junior year, I rescued a pitbull from a fighting ring that I now realize was likely Mike Vick's. Does that count?
Funny how a completely ridiculously untrue rumor that I "dated Michael Vick" traveled from Virginia Tech to my hometown in Harrisonburg, Va., all the way down to Charlotte like a word-of-mouth US Weekly.
A girl who went to Virginia Tech told her boyfriend who worked for FOX, and the next thing I know Brotha Fred is making jokes about it. I guess when you're in the mass communications field, a rumor travels a lot further and faster.
Well, a guy I went on a date with not too long ago asked me said rumor:
Dude: Did you ever date Michael Vick?
Me: NOOOOOOOO! That rumor is like herpes, I can't get rid of it.
Dude: (skeptical) Have you ever dated a black guy?
Me: Ummm ... Why does it matter?
He, in so many words, basically said it mattered so much that he couldn't date me if I had.
So, is he racist or insecure?
Now, I can understand him having an issue with me dating a dog-killing football player, but a black guy in general? That, I don't get.
I asked an ex-boyfriend-friend about it, and he said white guys get intimidated by girls who have dated black guys because of the myth that they have huge dicks. And therefore their dick will seem small to her, making her a penis fly trap.
It's bullshit ... the theory and the myth. Trust me, I know. The ex-boyfriend I was inquiring about this to, a skinny white short nerd, is more well-endowed than the tall, built black professional athlete I really did date. (No, it wasn't Michael Vick)
Isn't it the law to be an equal opportunity employer? Well, that should apply to dating as well. A guy's color or penis size really has no effect on how he'll treat you. I get that we're in the South, but maybe we should be more open-minded about this. Girls don't discount guys just because they've dated bikini models and skanks.
"Jungle fever" is not contagious. Don't worry, I'm not going to give it you.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Sex and the Queen City / Random.com Word to your mother
Posted By Brittney Cason on Mon, May 9, 2011 at 12:56 PM
I hope everyone enjoyed their Mother's Day — the moms and non-moms alike. Like TuPac said, we appreciate ya mamas. And congrats to the non-moms, for not getting knocked up by a loser; that deserves a card from Hallmark as well.
Being a mother is the most important, toughest job there is. So just like a business honors an employee of the year, I'd like to honor a mother of the year.
You may remember my friend Leah, who, perfectly healthy, went in to give labor to her twin boys, but didn't come out of the hospital until three months later, with a new liver. She was cut too deep when given her C-Section and suffered internal bleeding aggravated by the common pregnancy disease, HELLP Syndrome. Well, she and her twin boys are doing much better — as are her two livers. They are one big happy family.
In between taking rejection drugs and having to get continual biopsies done, Leah is keeping up with her two little men better than anyone I know could, even without having major organ transplant surgery.
Her advice to mothers: "Take a deep breath when you get frustrated, and teach your children to do the same. It helps calm everyone down. Aside from that, enjoy all the little things because it goes by faster than you can imagine, and you don't get those times back."
Leah will never get the first three months of her babies' lives back while she was hospitalized, but she doesn't complain about it. She just cherishes every moment she has, focusing on the time she gets, fretting not about the time she lost. And that, is why she is mother of the year!
And for all you non-moms not wanting to get knocked up by losers, might I suggest the best form of birth control not available on the market ... this.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Dating and Mating / Guest Blogger The UNC Date List
Posted By Web Editor on Fri, May 6, 2011 at 3:12 PM
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Dating and Mating A watched phone never rings
Posted By Brittney Cason on Thu, May 5, 2011 at 12:48 PM
They say a "watched pot never boils" ... but that's bullshit because I just put a pot of water on the stove to make lunch. And as a little science experiment (and to get a nice steam facial), I watched it — and it did in fact start boiling.
The water molecules aren't shy — they're not thinking, "Hold it in. Don't boil ... she's watching us!"
Theory debunked. Perhaps they should change the saying to "A watched phone never rings" ... because that's more accurate.
It may vibrate from a text (most likely not from the person you're waiting on a call from), but it will never ring if you're sitting there waiting for it to.
Not the boss you just interviewed with, not the friend you pissed off, and especially not the person you like and just started dated. Only when you're out living your life will the phone ring, for you to answer at your convenience. It's a law of attraction — if you're sitting around anxious, staring at your phone wondering when they're going to call, all that negativity will keep the phone from ringing. But if you just go about your business knowing that the phone will eventually ring, it does. It's even more scientifically accurate than the boiling water theory.
And no, closing your eyes will not help. A watched phone will never ring.
Brinnnnnnnnnnnnnng Brinnnnnnnnnnnnnng. That's your life calling ... not someone on the phone.
