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The Death Of Michael Jackson 

June 25, 2009 

A beautiful day just like any other or so it seemed?  After news spread about Michael's passing takes the world by surprise.  A performer like no other, the most powerful and influential artist to "Moon Walk" on this Earth.  Dynamic and groundbreaking are 2 words along with a 1,000 others used to describe his larger then life star power.   He is to music, what Tiger Woods is to golf, to what Michael Jordan was to Basketball, what Jackie Robinson was to baseball and what Oprah as a public figure.  He broke color lines and became the one of the first black artist to be accepted globally as if race didn't matter.  He wanted to be the best and undoubtedly is the best performer to ever live.  Selling over 170 Million albums worldwide and  as a side note this number will dramatically increase in the coming months.

Hearing his music at a young age makes you want to just break out and dance.  Feet and hands flaring in smooth rhythmic motions, crotch grabbing and snapping to the beat.  The music gives you the feeling that nothing else matters except what's going on in that specific song.  Allows you to zone out for that moment in time to another place where Michael wanted to take you.  Stories of Liberian women, interracial love, first time falling in love, healing the world, gang violence, tales of smooth criminals, jamming, fun times, baby mama drama and hundreds of other songs that hit so close to home. 

The only good thing I believe that will come out of this besides people looking at how short life can really be, is the music to come.  I know I have been inspired by Mr. Jackson in the past and look to his music in the future for more of that same inspiration.  This might result in a creative project or just be a wind down session, he will be dearly missed.

When the World goes to sleep they will attempt to dream, that this day was a figment of their imagination.  Unfortunately it will not be they will wake up and we will be with out the King Of Pop and The King of Music for Decades.  Sadness is temporary and death is inevitable, yet we have a seemingly never ending catalogue of great music to comfort our sorrows.  

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Act Like A Man, Think Like a Reckless Lady

Act Like A Man, Think Like a Reckless Lady

 

*WARNING: I have disclosed Reckless relationship advice.  Follow at your own risk*

 

 

I had been told by my closest girlfriends, family members, my mother and even random strangers that I NEEDED to read Steve Harvey’s book of relationship advice to women called, Act like a Lady, Think like a Man.  My initial reaction was, “Steve Harvey is gonna give me relationship advice?  Advice worth hearing?”  And the respective answer was, “Girl…You have no idea!”

 

So, finally, this past week, I picked up the book and began reading.  And… (drum roll, please) Steve Harvey knows his shit!  I recommend that all women go out, get this book, devour it, and place it on your bookshelf to read as a refresher on “why men are dicks”.

 

The appeal in this book isn’t that it tells you something miraculous or new, but that it clearly states the shit us ladies know but decidedly ignore; and it kills any and every excuse we will dish out for our wack-ass husband or boyfriend or “the guy you’re talking to” or your fuck buddy. Whatever he is.

 

And in honor of the book, and that I’m now in a relationship state of mind, I’ve decided to give the reckless readers a little advice of my own.  So here Reckless Rach’s tips on:

 

 

How to Act like a Man  & Think like a Reckless Lady.

 

 

1. Only Hit On People With Low Self-Esteem.

 

This is “act like a man” advice.  If you’re shopping for a f*ck buddy or an easy lay, people with low self-esteem are the way to go.  This little nugget of knowledge was given to me by my Super Bachelor uncle and it makes complete sense.  For dudes, a girl with low self-esteem will have no expectations for you and will let you hit it and quit it easy.  For the reckless ladies, men with low self-esteem are good the way to go because they usually fall into my number 2 advice which is…

 

 

2. The Uglier, the Better.

 

Girls, you know that an ugly dude works extra hard hoping you’ll keep him around.  And usually they work where it counts the most… in bed.  An ugly dude will lick it and stick it sooo good, he’ll have you screaming “Fuck them pretty niggas!”

 

 

3. Reap the benefits of getting really, really drunk

 

Getting drunk is an essential part of any reckless relationship.  For you boys, the benefit of getting drunk is that it could make you last longer in bed.  However, it could also make you last so long, you have trouble “finishing” (if you know what I mean).  I say, take your chances!

 

Reckless Ladies, the benefits you reap comes from drinking so much, you don’t remember any of the freaky shit you did the night before.  Trust me, you won’t want to remember anyways, especially if you followed advice number 2. 

 

And last but not least…

 

4. The best Reckless relationships start at a Reckless Promotions Party.

 

Duh.

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Side note: ( I feel like such selfless promoting of Reckless deserves a raise, don’t you agree President Devin F. Reckless?)

Barbeques and Barbancourt

It’s that time again… hot weather, cold beers, loud music and loud relatives. Aaaaah! With summer approaching, it’s time, once again, to break out that Barbancourt or whatever is your equivalent of colonial Island rum. You know what I’m talking ‘bout. In Haiti it’s Barbancourt; to Puerto Ricans its Bacardi; to Brazilians it’s Cachaca; to Jamaicans it’s Appleton Estate and so on and so forth. You can find these potent colonial rums in any Caribbean/ South American country that suffered through slavery, especially places that processed sugar cane fields and used sugar cane byproduct to produce a potent rum to help them forget about how they wanted to strangle and stab every white man in sight. So tell your grandpa to break out that ole colonial rum and let the good times roll.

And let me just share a little something I’ve learned about barbeque season. Depending on where you go, there are cultural specific rules that you should be familiar with beforehand such as: a non-Haitian, non-West Indian, non-colored friend invited to me to her home for a barbeque a few weeks ago. My jaw unhinged when she told me that the barbeque would begin at noon. Noon? Being Haitian, I have never heard of any party/ wedding/ communion/funeral and definitely not a bbq that began before 6pm. Now, when I arrived there at 1:45pm (early for a Haitian) and found that all the guests had already arrived, my jaw and bottom lip literally scraped the floor.

When a Haitian family barbeques, everyone shows up after 6pm, and stays until 3am. People are still cooking rice and chicken when you arrive and everyone takes a big ole plate of food home with them on their way home. We drink too much, we eat too much, we dance (sloppily) and we joke on the non-Haitians in Kreyol so they can’t understand what we’re saying; and then we drive home at 3am deaf, drunk and bloated, praying a cop doesn’t pull us over. (Leave it to the reckless blog to make reckless behavior sound so wonderfully tempting). And the colonial island rum is, of course, a staple of the Haitian barbeque. A lil Barbancourt and grandma and grandpa can get drunk and reminisce about the not-so good good old days with Papa Doc. And a lil Barbancourt will put a crying baby or toddler to sleep in 2.3 seconds. Talk about good times! So call up your token Haitian friend, and hit up your local liquor store, because nothing says summer like a good barbeque and Barbancourt.

Sak Pase to all my Zoes!

Enjoy some Haitian humor. It goes well with some Haitian rum...

Reckless Rach!

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