i used to read your blog
From a friend of mine I haven’t seen in 5 years… and it’s not this dude in the picture
<<i used to read your blog.
then i think u started becoming some kind of feministic, communistic, green tree hugging, socialistic, peace loving, brother bashing, creolistic, vainified, sassified, borderline dykafied, wannabe port-au-princed, fugee-ristic, boricua-boricua, i only eat turkey bacon and sip fine wine kind of blogger.
I mean…when was the last time you went to Popeye’s and kept it real? Or the last time you drank some Colt .45? Or rode the bus and didn’t wipe down the seat before u sat down? Or went 3 days without a bath?
wait…hold up…you on twitter too???? *almost fell out chair* OMG…are you getting bigheaded on me? Don’t you know that those who twit about themselves all day long are the very definition of egotistical freaks – those who get bliss from the thought that there are people who want to follow their activities all day long, like pitiful, lifeless sheep? I bet you’re probably wearing $300 shoes right now too. Or go get $125 pedicures.
I’m afraid….the old “ride or die” / “down for my nggas” / “I can survive off a can of sardines and a loaf of bread, son” Aisha is gone. sigh. That was my girl!!!! For real. Damn I miss her.
That Aisha was like “yeah i got a poof cuz i don’t got money for a perm, so yeah my shit’s nappy…what son???”….This new Aisha Speaks…probably goes to a stylist and pays $85 for her hair to be put in a neo-soul poof. (shaking my head)
I miss the old Aisha!!! I really loved her. I did!>>
this is what I call a real friend. hilarious.
It’s sad when those you love are threatened by your growth; attacking and stereotyping you instead of encouraging and supporting you…
this has satire written all over it. the jokes are too funny for this to be serious
I know he was being satirical in his message, but deep down inside, I do feel that this is how he really feels. He wants to be nostalgic of his time hanging out with me in school.
Just wow….excuse the hell out of you for you know….growing and shit. How dare you dare to evolve! Dont you know you are always supposed to get by on sardines and a loaf of bread!
I didn’t know keeping it real involved not taking a bath in three days. That’s some dirty shit…but then again, if you not bathing to save water on some save the world eco-boho and smell like the earth type steez, then that’s cool
by the way, I never miss a bath! LOL
Please tell me this is satire, and that this “friend” isn’t someone who you rebuffed romantically at some point during your friendship. Purty purty please. Because that letter sounds like some bitter nucka ish.
It’s for the most part satire, but he isn’t joking about how “lefty” I’ve become since moving back to NYC. there were never any romantic links between myself and this fella
so, basically the person in your life wanted you to be stagnant; suppress any evolution of being? sometimes growth also involves of letting go. bless…
Aisha, I’m Dumi’s little sister, so a very great hello and yay from me! On to this commentary…though I’ve never read your previous work, nor do I have the “Aisha” experience that this friend has had, I actually find it sad that he equates “keeping it real” with those things he satirically mentioned. I think about this point often (and actually may be doing some research on it at school!): what IS black? Does black automatically equal struggle? Does keeping it real require you to keep it really difficult? Growing up in Detroit gave me an all access pass to street cred, single-parent homes, and yes, even sardines from a can. But in no way, shape, or form am I less from Detroit or of color because I enjoy Brie or enjoy Miles Davis. In fact, I appreciate my upbringings and background so much more now because of the fortitude it provided and the experiences it allowed. I can now speak on behalf of the ‘struggling’ to those who never knew they existed. I again argue that it’s not even about you moving “up”, simply moving “away” from what some people define as black – and if that’s the definition, I think the author needs to expand his vocabulary, ya dig?