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Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Don't Quote Me Point taken: R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Posted By Brittney Cason on Tue, Mar 15, 2011 at 12:06 PM
Authors Steve Harvey and Tucker Max come from very different view points in their writing, yet they both make the exact same point in their respective books, Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man and Assholes Finish First.
Men will give women as much respect as they demand they be given. If they care about the woman, they will meet those demands. If they don’t, they won’t. Simple as that.
"Men respect standards — get some!" — Steve Harvey
"Ladies, let me give you some advice. You can throw all your stupid fucking chick-lit, self-help, why-doesn't-he-love-me books out, because this is all you need to know: Men will treat you the way you let them. There is no such thing as 'deserving' respect; you get what you demand from people. If you demand respect, he will either respect you or he won't associate with you. It really is that simple." — Tucker Max (I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell)
So, be demanding! If he doesn't meet the simple demands of showing you respect, then you should be more demanding for yourself and show yourself the respect of finding someone who will.
Respect shouldn't be something you have to fight for. You should treat people the way you want to be treated, but more importantly, make sure you're treated the way you want to be treated.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Sex and the Queen City / Random.com Charlotte's Emily Maynard, before the rose
Posted By Brittney Cason on Mon, Mar 14, 2011 at 1:56 PM
Tonight, Yyou can watch Charlotte's own Emily Maynard on The Bachelor finale. But first, you can watch her host the show I now work for, 3 Wide Life.
Link to video.
Maybe I should go on The Bachelor now ... that was a joke!
I may not like the show, but I like Emily — and Team Emily will assemble for tonight's finale! A party so big, I even made two fruit pizzas for the occasion ... to watch The Bachelor. I like the girl that much.
So do you think Emily will walk away with the final rose ... or dump Brad Womack? Either way she's coming up roses ... get it?
Blog to be continued ...
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Single-Taken-It's Complicated / Dating and Mating The 'Filler Man'
Posted By Brittney Cason on Thu, Mar 10, 2011 at 2:48 PM
Floral bouquets have filler flowers, radio shows have filler music, newspapers have filler ads … and in some cases, women have filler men and men have filler women.
Fillers exist to add a little something in order to cover or mask a bare area. Men serve that purpose for women who have yet to settle down, the itch to, but refuse to settle. And women serve that purpose for men who want a woman's touch, but without keeping his hands full.
Because what's the point of making a commitment to someone unless you see a future with them? But then again, what's the point of filling your time with a carnation and not leaving space for a rose?
Instant gratification isn't always the most gratifying.
Whether you need someone to keep your feet warm at night or hook up your new flat screen to your X-Box Kinect, the filler can fill whatever void the single person has.
It’s a lackadaisical relationship — one for which you can make an option rather than a priority.
But they're about as pointless as carnations and background noise. Why not fill your time with people that will affect your future? Oh, I don't know, like YOURSELF! Call me crazy, but I'd much rather be alone doing things that will enhance my future than waste my time with some filler guy who I can't see having a future with.
Besides, you don't want to be too busy with Mr. Right Now when Mr. Right comes along, do you? Do you want to be filled with love, or just fill the void?
You are enough to fill your bouquet. And if it is full of carnations, pick the weeds and make room for a rose.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Happy Hump Day Landscape your bush
Posted By Brittney Cason on Wed, Mar 9, 2011 at 2:24 PM
I came across this at Polished Nail Bar the other day.
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"Fun Betty" — color for the hair down there. Does anyone even have hair down there anymore? Let alone hair long enough to dye. Do pubic hairs even go gray? ... that was a serious question.
Funny thing is, I had a guy who wanted me to grow an '80s bush. To be continued ...
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Single-Taken-It's Complicated The knight in shining armor vs. douchebag in tin foil
Posted By Brittney Cason on Tue, Mar 8, 2011 at 10:05 AM
How do you tell the difference? That is the question.
Knights and princes come in disguise these days. There's no white horse nor shining armor. But have no doubt, we all have one in store for us. Problem is, we're spending too much time kissing frogs and letting the douchebags conquer. So how do you tell the difference between the frog and the prince, and your knight in shining armor and the douchebag in tin foil?
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Well ...
Does he ask you to lunch or to get drinks?
Does he help you fix your car, or not even offer to give you ride to shop?
Does he introduce you to his friends or does he blow you off for them?
Does he want to meet your friends or has he already tried to sleep with them?
Does he ask you what your plans are for the future or just later that night?
Does he text or does he actually call to correspond with you?
Does he care about your dreams or does he just want to sleep with you, before you drift off to dream?
Come to think of it ... it's really not that hard to tell the difference if you judge by his actions.
Lent starts tomorrow — I vote all the single ladies (aka princesses) give up frogs and douchebags in tin foil.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Single-Taken-It's Complicated / Random.com The intern's wedding
Posted By Brittney Cason on Mon, Mar 7, 2011 at 10:38 AM
On Saturday, my former intern Saint Sarah tied the knot to her college sweetheart. There's something about watching your intern get married that feels as joyful as watching your daughter get married, but also as depressing as burying her. And not because of the "weddings are like funerals" analogy Brotha Fred and I made in our duet column, but because she's so much younger than me. It makes me feel like I'm starting a downward spiral to spinster. Like I should start wearing a fanny pack and get a cat, even though I don't like them.
She sent me an invitation with a personal message attached: "I know you hate weddings, but it would mean the world to me if you came to mine."
How can I RSVP no to that?
Turns out, it might have been the best wedding I've ever been to. A small, low-key, quick ceremony at the Ballantyne Country Club. A woman as the Best Man, and a Man of Honor versus a Maid. Macaroni and cheese balls and Scottish egg appetizers. Cupcakes instead of a wedding cake, and a groom cake in the shape of an X-Box. A DJ that gave everyone straw hats and sunglasses to do a conga line. Nothing was traditional about her wedding, other than traditions that are dear to her and her husband.
I always told Sarah to march to the beat of her own drum. And I couldn't be prouder of her for marching to the beat of her heart as well.
It wasn't a big production that would turn my sweet Saint Sarah into a bridezilla. It was a beautiful, intimate celebration of two people venturing into the real world together. They even had cocktail napkins explaining how they came to date ... he accidentally hit her with a car. Now that's a surefire way to get someone's attention!
That day I learned something from my intern. She taught me what I had forgotten about relationships. And she restored my faith in marriage by having a wedding that was about the marriage ... not the wedding.
So when planning a wedding, perhaps we should only pay attention to the details that matter, like our marriage. The wedding lasts a night, and the marriage lasts a lifetime (at least, that's the plan).
Friday, March 4, 2011
Don't Quote Me Not just The Single Woman
Posted By Brittney Cason on Fri, Mar 4, 2011 at 3:28 PM
Don't quote me, quote one of my "tweeps" The Single Woman — one of my favorite peeps on Twitter.
@TheSingleWoman™ : Single ladies, show off YOUR ring w/ pride - the RINGing of your inner Liberty Bell, celebrating your independence! #TheSW
@TheSingleWoman™ : The end of one era is the beginning of another. There are greater things in store than anything u've known before! #TheSW
@TheSingleWoman™ : In fairytales, is the Princess EVER the one chasing the Prince? U are worthy of the pursuit. Let him come to u! #TheSW
@TheSingleWoman™ : You are not defined by how many times you fall down but by how many times you refuse to stay there. #TheSW
@TheSingleWoman™
Just because you're lost doesn't mean all hope is! Sometimes a "wrong turn" puts us right where we belong. #TheSW
@TheSingleWoman™ : Take where you’ve BEEN and use it as a roadmap for where you’re GOING..and for where you’ll never go again. #TheSW
And that's just her most recent timeline. So for your daily dose of positivity, whether you're single or taken, woman or man, follow @TheSingleWoman ... And maybe even @brittneycason too while you're at it.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Random.com Free tickets to the Cirque at Charlotte Motor Speedway
Posted By Brittney Cason on Thu, Mar 3, 2011 at 10:12 AM
You may have noticed I have moved from print and Brittney After Dark to here, Love, Brittney ... but don't worry — I am still giving away free shit. Because I love you.
Just send this link: http://blogs.creativeloafing.com/lovebrittney to me at brittney.cason@creativeloafing.com, and I'll draw a name from my inbox out of those who have CC'ed friends in that e-mail. Don't forget to sign it with love.
According to a press release, "TOTEM traces the fascinating journey of the human species from its original amphibian state to its ultimate desire to fly. Inspired by many founding myths, TOTEM illustrates, through a visual and acrobatic language, the evolutionary progress of species. Somewhere between science and legend TOTEM explores the ties that bind Man to other species, his dreams and his infinite potential."
So regardless if you win tickets or not, you should go see the Cirque, at the race track. While the NASCARnival is in Vegas. Charlotte is actually Totem's first stop on their American tour. Since we know they already have good geographical taste, the show is bound to be good. You can purchase tickets here ... it's only around until March 27, so get on it.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Happy Hump Day Going downtown to a phallic skyline
Posted By Brittney Cason on Wed, Mar 2, 2011 at 10:28 AM
On my flight home to Charlotte, I observed the skyline from my window seat up in the air. And it got a rise out of me (pun intended). Is it just me ... or does the Charlotte skyline appear phallic? The Bank of America building is the penis and the Martini building is the vagina. Just looking at it from the plane made me feel like I was joining the mile high club.
Or maybe I just really need to get laid. The woman sitting next to me on the plane agreed with me at least.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Dating and Mating / Don't Do This My love affair with TSA
Posted By Brittney Cason on Tue, Mar 1, 2011 at 3:52 PM
Between the book tour, shooting 3 Wide Life and my career as a professional gypsy in general, I’ve been spending a lot of time on the road — or up in the air, rather. And at airports. Last week, I even had a layover in Charlotte going from Daytona to Austin. I’ve been traveling so much lately, I’m starting to say things like, “What time zone is it?”
… and the most action I’ve gotten is a TSA pat-down.
I am beginning to feel as though I am having a love affair with the TSA. As many of their members who have seen me naked (those in Charlotte, Milwaukee, Denver, Miami, and now, Texas), I kinda feel like a TSA whore, like a girl they just pass around.
Why is it that I have to get a body scan so often when going through airport security? Do I look like a terrorist? Do I walk like I’m smuggling illegal substances in my vagina? I mean, I do confuse people with my ethnicity; I’ve been asked if I was Persian and Cuban before.
On the way home to Charlotte, after stripping down to my bare feet, the guy monitoring the metal detector stopped me from passing and escorted me into the space shuttle-looking contraption where they strip you naked with X-ray vision.
Not again ...
But the thing is, I have the remains of a peace sign vajazzled on me. I couldn’t help but wonder if that’s what made me suspect. And how that is going to look to them on X-ray.
After I collected my bags, and put my clothes back on, I asked the guy running the body scans if I could have a copy of the X-rays to send my Orthopedic doctor. I’m due a round of them with him and I figured this could save money on the medical bill. It was the least they could do for turning me into an X-ray rated Playboy bunny. I wonder how much radiation I’ve had to take in from these photo shoots.
