03/18/04 Why is Mary J. Blige still crying on her songs?
Now let me straight up. I, Mr. No Good, LOVE Mary J. Blige. The first concert that I have ever seen in my life had Mary in it. In fact, I've only been to around 4 concerts in my life and two of them were Mary Concerts. I have PURCHASED every CD she has ever made except her last one. She came to perform at Howard University for one of our homecomings. I didn't have the $20 to get in the concert so me and some other folks teamed up to find a way to get in free by going through the corridors of the Fine Arts building to find a place to watch the concert in the Crampton Auditorium. We ended up backstage and were dancing behind Teddy Riley's group that I can't remember the name of. But one of their famous songs was "Shake your rump" where they said "All I wanna do is zooma zoom zoom zoom and a boom boom...JUST SHAKE YOUR RUMP".....It was that song....Howard University was a paradise for me. I'll write about it someday. Anyway, back to Mary J. Blige....I worship this woman and if I ever get rich and/or famous, I'm going to have Mary. I don't care what it takes....All I need is a five minute conversation with Mary while we are both drunk and in a good mood and I GUARANTEE that I'll at least get an email address out of her. My game is razor sharp and I'm saving my best to one day get Mary.
But for now, she is married to some negro who is going to have to split once I get rich and pull Mary from him. So now that she's married and supposedly "happy", why is she still making songs where she's crying over some man who messed her over? I just saw her most recent video called "it's a wrap" or something like that and it has Blair Underwood in it who is playing a corporate man who comes home drunk with lipstick on his collar while poor ole Mary sits at home with a mean look on her face...She goes through the usual tirade of how crazy insecure women would act (which I hope she isn't in real life), and she follows the man around the house screaming at him and slapping him upside the head...Then when he tries to leave, she runs and blocks the door and won't let him leave..He moves her out of the way and I guess he goes out with his new woman.
Then Mary stalks him and along with her girlfriends, she creates a roadblock and gets out of the truck, runs to his truck, pulls the girl out of the vehicle and her and her girlfriends commence to trying to beat the girl up...Of course the man gets out of the car and tries to break it up, gets slapped around, the police comes and arrests both the man and Mary, leaving his woman and her girlfriends out there in the middle of the street.
Now why in the hell would she bother with some crap like this? Mary is above those niggerish videos. She's Aretha Franklin status in my opinion. She has the voice where she can expand into other subjects and still be the queen of hiphop/soul. What she needs to do is hire me as her personal assistant. She wouldn't even have to pay me because I have my own dough. And I wouldn't even try to tap that ass...**seriously**...Now I'm going to give her some good hugs and booty squeezes but I would leave it at that. I know in time she wouldn't be able to resist me anyway and would eventually GIVE it to me..
Mary....Be happy now and make some other songs besides the "men ain't shit" songs. Do you need to have comfort from a good friend like me baby? Do you need somebody to rub your back and run his fingers through your hair and kiss your neck while you tell me all of your problems? Do you want to be assured that I won't be giving you all of the attention just because I want to poke you?...Get in touch with me Mary..You won't regret it...You know that I'll love you for YOU baby. You don't have to pay me one red cent for real...Yeah a car (a simple Benz or Escalade) and a penthouse apartment in Manhattan, a food allowance, a full time maid, a nice simple wardrobe consisting mainly of Sean Jean and a solid gold Rolex President with the Baguette brilliants would be nice but other than that, I wouldn't require ANYTHING...You wouldn't have to give me any cash at all Mary...I love you!
I'm going to meet her one day. I don't care if I'm 60 years old and she's all swole up like Aretha Franklin is now. I'll STILL love her just like I first did when I saw her in that tight leather catsuit.