All posts tagged: Local Lady Media

Facebook, Fake Care and Fake People pt. 3

It’s another riveting episode of Love and Facebook VI. I was going to change the title of this, but since I got accustomed to “Facebook, Fake Care, and Fake People” I’m keeping it as that. So, yall know how this goes, it’s another day of me not minding my business on Le Book, but I made a boo-boo this time. I commented. Yall, who sent me. But let’s get into the nitty-gritty of this short post. Advertisements

Festival Time with Judgey

Crucian Christmas Festival has come and gone, and although my parade body was still in transit—it got lost in Puerto Rico—I still had the best time ever in the Simply Sophisticated Fun Troupe as they celebrated their 10th Anniversary. Shamari Haynes is a Carnival Connoisseur, A First-Class Festival Feteran, The Maestro of Mas, we can do this all day. What I’m saying is, he went above and beyond for his tenth year, grooming what started out as a little high school troupe, into what is now the territory’s largest, most anticipated festival troupe.

Supporting Local – pt 2

Guess who’s back, back again, Judgey’s back, tell a friend, and subscribe to the blog because that’s only the right thing to do. Last time, in the Supporting Local series (until I find a clever name for it), we talked about Beast Time Fitness. Today, our focus is Apollo Legion. Apollo Legion made its debut last year and has pretty much taken the territory by storm. Created by jack-of-all-trades Charles Goodings Jr., A.K.A Pollo from right out of St. Croix, the clothing line features swimsuits, bodysuits, polo shirts, shorts, children’s apparel…

I’m art baby!

The quote has absolutely nothing to do with anything, I just wanted to be pseudo-deep for a minute. Moving along, I always wanted to be drawn. Granted, I wanted to lay down on a soft, luxurious couch in a golden room decorated with the finest, classical art of sub-Saharan Africa, while a chocolate, muscular man with abs strong enough for me to wash my laundry on, sits behind an easel, draped in silk and etches me in exaggerated fashion onto a canvas.

Support Local

Supporting Local – Pt 1

I lost weight! Now that yall know that, let’s get into who I’m judging “In the Judgement Room.” Today? We’re talking about the long overused phrases “Support local” or better yet, “Support your own.” I know you’ve heard this once, or twice or probably every damn day as you land on social media. So, the question is what does this really mean?

Red Hat PTSD

I know I’m not the only person who can’t look at red baseball caps the same. Every since Pres. 45 campaigned with that damn hat, I give an immediate side-eye to anyone I see with just the color. Online of course, because I never saw anyone with a red hat in real time before…or maybe I never cared before because it was just a damn hat at the time.

To Healthy Living!

I’m taking a cycling class!!! The ending of this year, I committed myself to becoming a much healthier person. I needed to change my eating habits ASAP and become more active. Becoming more active also meant giving up some sleep which is probably the hardest part because I love me some sleep. So. it’s not that I’m losing sleep—because that’s counter-productive—but rather I’m working on staying up more. My sleeping schedule is stupid as hell. I’m the kind of person who would wake up at noon and then go to bed at 4 a.m. I’m not a morning person at all. In fact, I’m inclined to believe people who wake up at 5 a.m. are hellions. Baby Jesus ain’t even up yet, why the hell are you? But I guess I have started joining you underworld folks in order to continue on this “best me” shit.

Series: Facebook, Fake Care and Fake People – Pt 1

Now this fool over here a few months back in March. I’m on “Le Book,” after 4 days of being blocked due to “copyright infringement.” Apparently, you’re not supposed to share music videos anymore. But you know what MARK maybe, MAYBE if you had removed the video from the person who actually posted it, I wouldn’t have been able to share it. How Bow Dah. Your security team is a flipping farce. Get it together. Back to what I was saying. So I’m scrolling through Facebook and I pass by a post with at least 14 images of screenshots of what appears to be someone’s infidelity. Yall know me already.

Belles x Spring Balls

Junior high school students sure do grow up fast. I don’t know these girls personally, but I did discover that a child I knew when she was a widdle girl was also attending a Spring Ball and I felt like a crypt keeper. Why my ass so ancient? What is going on? Who authorized this? I mean I know they have to grow up but golly. I do not like Fort Christiansvaern as a location for photos because it needs a paint job, lawn care, our mentally ill are roaming about unsupervised because healthcare is a myth, and it’s overdone. Stick a fork in it, that location has been played to it’s death. I can work the area if need be, but let the fort and all it’s history of slavery die. At some point I’ll talk about our strange obsession with relics of colonialism, but that’s not what this is about.   Anyways, this was yet another fun session. It took a little while to have the girls warm up to the camera and …