My name is Davey Jones and this is my column "The Rearview Mirror".
The 1st impression we have of ourselves is our reflection. That first time we stepped in front of the looking glass. This column is about appreciating our own personal evolution and learning about how others may see things. Covering topics such as dating, friendships, and family life in retrospect. There are so many gems from our past that we're either quick to leave behind or become bitter over. Hope I can change that, so we can laugh about our mistakes together. Objects in mirror are indeed closer than they appear.
"Breauxs Before Heauxs"
If you’re reading this and wondering why your #him is taking so long to text you back, but you haven’t returned your homegirl’s call from last week, do better. If you bought your #him an ipad for Christmas but got your two best friends the same old navy sweater in different colors, do better. If you’re curving your friend’s annoying drunk call at 3am to complain about her boyfriend, but you’re answering your #him’s lusty afterparty call (also annoying), do the f*ck better.
"Lust Issues"
Can’t start this without giving credit to @YaBoySkeete for this spin on Drake’s ‘Trust Issues” for the title of this piece. This right here is my 2011 wrap-up. For the sexually frustrated, sexually addicted (introduces self then sits down), the grown and sexy. When I think about 2011 and any year for that matter, everything seems to have been driven by lust or a lack thereof. We’ve all been in and out of relationships, situations, ‘him’ships, FWBships, etc. This has been a hell of an emotional rollercoaster for most of us. Lust or sex lies at the root of our everyday actions, problems, and solutions. Lust is why women wear 5 inch heels instead of kitten heels or flats to a lounge. We want to look good for ourselves, but let’s be real here…we want to stand out and be noticed with our dope shoes and glute muscles flexing.
"Fantasy League"
Everybody's delusional. The end. Just kidding. Most of the men reading this will laugh because it’s just another episode of #WomenOnSports. I know nothing about sports, but every year I see guys and girls pumped up about fantasy football and basketball leagues. I asked a friend to explain it to me, and here's what I gathered: Like a real sports league, there's a draft at the very beginning. You choose players that you think will perform the best for your team. Your final team can consist of the best players from different teams (hence why it's called fantasy).
"Sisterhood Of The Traveling Tweets"
Let me start off by saying this: If you havent made any new friends, money, or business ventures from twitter, then you either really suck or are the biggest liar known to man. How many of us are afraid to admit that we're really good friends right now with or are dating somebody we met off a social network? Better yet, how many of us are just plain old anti-social on social networks?
"Mr. Mixxy"
Mixxy, the mix, live, fake famous. All terms associated with being in the social spotlight. If people know you on twitter, they think they know you in real life. If people know you in real life, they expect you to follow them back on twitter. If you know too many people, they all expect you to be at their events on the same night. If too many people know you, they think that comes with a discount or free entry to anything you invite them to. (How you want free entry to MY BIRTHDAY party or CHARITY event? What? Bye.
"Intro: Taboo"
Nothing screams young, Black, and cultured like a night of Taboo with friends. For those who don’t know, the object of Taboo is for a player to have his/her team players guess the word on a card without using the word itself or the five additional words listed. If tempers aren’t flaring and voices aren’t raised, then it’s not a real game of taboo. To play, you must be able to think on your feet and be extremely witty. Friendships are indeed on the line during a game of Taboo.
