Skinny Bits: For the ’99 and the 2016

We’re eleven days into 2016, making “Happy New Year” an unacceptable greeting. I skipped a “Year in Review” post because I’m limiting my annual reflection/reset period to my birthday. 2015 went out in a pretty lit fashion. I didn’t want to interrupt the fun to look back.

That said, I sincerely hope you walked into 2016 with peace of mind. If not, I pray you can be kind to yourself as you move through the darkness.

What have I been up to?

I brought in 2016 wearing a tight black dress; with my girls, some 90s R&B, and a glass of Jameson and ginger ale in my hand.

I finished reading Seductress: Women Who Ravished the World and Their Lost Art of Love by Betsy Prioleau (I mentioned the book briefly in this post) and bought my girls copies for Christmas. I’ve praised it heavily on social media; prompting a handful of my followers to read it. They’ve returned with gratitude and rave reviews. If you’re a woman with any kind of chutzpah, I highly recommend it.

While reading Seductress, I discovered the History Channel documentary How Sex Changed the World, which references some of the women and events covered in the book. If books aren’t your thing, you can find How Sex Changed the World on YouTube. My favorite part: a segment on President Lyndon B. Johnson’s obsession with his…johnson.

I prefer Google Music for my listening pleasure (I’ve uploaded my 7,000-song music library there), but I enjoy crafting and sharing playlists on Spotify. My recent additions include When Young Hov Was Young: Jay-Z 1995-2000, In Another Life (Songs I’d Play at a Wedding)*, and a Ruff Ryders playlist called Double R What. Check those out and let me know what you think.

A former flame recently told me he could see me “ending up with some Michael B. Jordan-looking dude.” A) I’m happy I’ve had liaisons that allow for that kind of humorous well-wishing. B) From his mouth to God’s ear.

The aforementioned comment was in response to my recent cynicism regarding matters of the heart. I’m in a space where I enjoy men intellectually and physically, but am uncertain if I’m open to intimate emotional connections. “I’m over the whole thing,” I told him. “Even the liking is exhausting. I’d be okay to never do any of it again.”

He called bullshit. We’ll see.

If you haven’t noticed, the comment section is back on a trial basis. If you all play nice, I’ll keep it around.

That’s all for now.

*Yes, I get the irony. Love in songs? Great. Love in real life? Meh.

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