the point im takin so long to make is that 90s mary j blige was *awesome.* im talkin biggie smalls hook sangin, k-ci from jodeci lovin, bubble coat wearin, grand puba co-rhymin mary. like i mean, im glad that she?s happy. really. im just gettin tired of hearin about it. it?s what i call the india(dot)aire effect. india has an awesome voice (mary, not so much though, id argue), and the stuff she sang about on her first album was really, really important. and it wasnt less important on the second album.. it was just like an unneccessary exclamation point to the first. and by the third it was just fucking annoying. OKAY. WE GET IT. YOU?RE NOT YOUR HAIR AND YOU LOVE YOURSELF. STFU. i see mary travelling the saaaaaaaaaaaaame worn path.

now u may be askin urself, ?self, how come it doesnt get annoying when folk only sing about pain and trials and hardships?? because, man, that?s the stuff that makes *good* music. great pain breeds great art. ain?t that how the sayin goes? is that even a saying at all? if not, it is now, cite me when u use it. but really. more people know drama better than sublime, uninterrupted happiness, i think. plus happy people are just grating after awhile, no? i dunno. maybe its just me.

Thing is, I am also traveling that worn path, and what can I say, it makes me happy, and I guess that’s why this blog has maybe a third of the readership that followed my old blog that was all about self-deprecating dark stories from the dating hell. Maybe I should be glad I am not a professional songwriter after all!

By the way, I wrote a shit long diatribe about beauty, botox, steroids and Susan Boyle not being nominated for a Brit award, then I looked at it and realised it sums down to “I am old and those yoof of today don’t get shit”. Hmmm.