Ok folks…Buzz and TwinTluv DID update and they are down in their sections; I’m really sorry they didn’t get posted on “their respected days” but I’m in DC this week for a conference and it’s been pretty hectic with visiting the sites, taking care of a 2 year old, riding the Metro train for the first time and actually sitting in a conference all day and learning.

I will try to do better and get Friday’s Sharkette up in time and then we have a special article about a cool website full of Shit Heads, so be sure to check out that.

Plus we will be announcing the “Mr. Jackson Says…” contest for August on Sunday!!! Which means we will be announcing the winner of this months contest, you will NOT want to miss that!!

Always be sure to check the twitter over on the right side of your screen or follow us on www.twitter.com/sharkysworld that is where the most up to date shit is located!!

Thanks for all the support!
~~~~ShArky~~~~
HMFIC
www.sharkysworld.com

Hmmmm…so it was a little harder to find a chocolate term that really applied to this posting so I did the best I could.

I wanted to talk today about Supreme Court nominee Sonia Sotomayor. I think in the grand scheme of things her nomination has been pretty standard and so I want to focus on one comment, which drew a lot of attention about whether she would be a good choice for the Supreme Court or not. Her comment that, “I would hope that a wise Latina woman with the richness of her experiences would more often than not reach a better conclusion than a white male who hasn’t lived that life.” raised a lot of eyebrows and put her under the fire for a little bit. I started to think about this and wonder is she right?? Which lead me to the title…

I am on the fence on this…honestly I feel like I can see both sides and honestly done know if one is right or one is wrong…or if they are both right…or if they are both wrong. So here is how I see it. I can’t begin to say I know exactly what she meant by her comment but what I got from it was that, in her opinion, someone who has lived life as a minority might have had experiences that someone whom is not a minority would not have had, which she believes would enable them reach a better conclusion. (I also have to point out I don’t think “better” was a good choice of word to use there. Different yes better…we who knows.) This is where to me it gets into a “grey area”. I mean I am always preaching to friends and family when they come to me asking for help, that a lot in life is all about perspective….which I really believe. One example of this to me is a simple one…. I am a size DDD. So when I think of large breasts I think along MY lines, like a D or so is big to me. I have a friend whom is very small and is like an A cup so to her anything bigger than a B is large??? Okay just wanted to give a simple example that everyone would understand lol. Same thing with skin color. I think of light skinned as me, but my dad whom is much much darker than me, considers himself light because most of his family are extremely dark (but to them they are average so proves perspective even more lol)….. okay enough examples I think you all understand what I mean. So I feel that everyone’s experiences in life make them who they are. So do I agree that a Latino woman might have had different experiences than a white man…yep…do I think that experience will affect their choices and opinions on life…yep…..do I think that makes them “better” well I don’t know….

One part of me says yes and another says no…and here’s why. I am a black woman and I have had many experiences in my life that I know were strictly brought on because of my race…good and bad I would like to add. These things have made me a better person in most instances and built character as my mom would say. So here is where I am torn…do they bias me?? Yeah I think they do, but I think that as a society we need to accept that we all have our own personal biases?? If you think you don’t then you are not being honest with yourself. So, say I had personal experiences with racism and I was a judge on a case relating to racism would that give me an advantage or a disadvantage? I really don’t know. If all you ever knew was eggs were white…then one day someone showed up with something brown and told you it was an egg, wouldn’t you doubt that?? But if you had say…grown up on a farm and you had seen a brown egg before then you would be more likely to accept it as an egg right?? But is that a good thing…to me that is an even bigger question?? I can’t speak for everyone but I know for me when I hear of things happening that I have personally experiences it takes me back to my experience and depending on the situation makes it seem like I am having MY experience all over again..

So back to the original question…is the experience a Latino woman might have as apposed to a white man…good or bad when it comes to judges?? I mean all judges can’t be the same…I think I can see both sides. I can see how it would be good because to me different perspectives on things help…isn’t that why when we have a problem we turn to friends and family to get their opinion…but we can’t rely on that. There are going to be experiences that a white male may have had that would be beneficial in making a decision as well. In the end we all make our own decisions. But on the other side I could see how “biases” could be a negative trait for a judge to possess, but that is impossible to weed out. People are people and regardless of race, sexuality…any of that…in the end of the day, the way I see it is all we can hope for is others to hopefully life by some kind of moral compass that will lead to the greater good for everyone. To me judges are, I know it’s funny, but hard to judge.

On a side point…isn’t the supreme court supposed to make it’s decisions based on the law and not personal opinion anyway????

Just my thoughts…till next time…

So last week I posted part of a story that I have been working on for a while. Admittedly, it has some extremely foul language. Foul language has never bothered me much. I know quite a few people find some of the words I used, especially C-U-Next-Tuesday, offensive, but to me they are just a few letters put together to make a words. Words that really don’t hurt anyone or anything, but that’s just my point of view, and I’m not easily offended.

As you may or may not have noticed, one reader called me an “idiot” because of my choice of words in a fictional story. Again, that doesn’t really bother me because that is their opinion and it takes more than that to take the smile off of my face. What I did want to do is show that I can write without “the icky words” and make something beautiful.

I feel that the reader rushed judgment in calling me an “idiot.” I mean, I am an idiot so they were right in their assumption, I just feel the assumption was made for the wrong reasons.

I am gifted in making ugly things with ugly language and ugly imagery. I believe I can also do the same for the things that I feel are beautiful. I have a child, a five year old daughter, and I write her beautiful songs to sing her when I lay her beautiful little head down for bed each night. I tell her stories of a beautiful princess, who looks a lot like her, and the amazing adventures she embarks upon.

I take time to notice when something wonderful is happening or when the nothing that is happening is wonderful. I try the best I know how to acknowledge these moments the best way I know how…the written word.

All I’m saying is I’m not as bad as one might think just because of some words others may find unsettling to read.

So here’s to all of those who love everything beautiful about the world. And let us remember to take time out of every special moment to acknowledge its existence by claiming the following: “If this isn’t nice, what is?” (Thank you, Mr. Vonnegut.)

Please enjoy this.

Her Middle Name

Her laugh is what makes me smile the most
The sound of utter happiness
Void of any misgivings

And it comes so easily; so naturally
As natural as her bright blue eyes
And her hair that gleams in the sunlight

She races through the grass that’s almost as high as her ankles
And she doesn’t care where she’s going
Because to her it’s all about the journey

She stops suddenly as something has caught her attention
She falls to her hands and knees
Burying her face in a bed of the neighbors flowers

After a short pause she rises; again blasting through the grass
She approaches me frantically trying to explain
While still catching her breath

Daddy, she exclaims, I smelled the flowers
I smelled the roses
Just like my middle name

-For Delaney Rose Parcher-

Thanks for reading.

By TwinTluv

Sooo excited that I was able to find a title for that fit into the “chocolate world” lol. I shall try to use a chocolate theme for everything I write….hey what can I say… I love a good theme and love chocolate even more so it works!! Lol

So as Sharky posted I suffered a loss. I guess I have suffered quite a few losses in this last month. A dear friend of mine was shot and killed by a police officer, my surrogate ( I say surrogate because she was the grandmother of one of my best friends and treated me as her own!!) grandmother passed away and then my actual “blood” grandmother passed away, both grandmas all in the same week!! THEY (and who the hell are “they” anyway??) always say bad news comes in threes so I guess this time THEY were right!!
All this and dealing with loosing my job, I was laid off when the company I worked for filed bankruptcy, it has been a rough few weeks. I feel as if the carpet has been pulled off from under me and it has left me…..well it has left me feeling lost… unaccomplished… scared…worried… anxious….sad…pretty much you name it I have felt it!!! So what do I do when I feel lost…well I eat (I had the best brownie ever last week!!!! Right before the funeral, not sure if it was the actual brownie or just that comfort I find all to well when it comes to sweets!!) first and foremost and secondly I write…so here goes it!!!

So back to the title “Bittersweet”?? I feel bittersweet. Free Dictionary.com defines bittersweet as something producing or expressing a mixture of pain and pleasure and I think that is an adequate description of how I feel. Definitely more on the pain side of things, but some pleasure is mixed in there!! I guess since the pleasure is less I will start there. The pleasure is in the fact that I am young and I have this life to live. Not getting all spiritual or anything like that, but just sometimes I take even the smallest thing for granted and there isn’t anything stronger, in my opinion, than feeling surrounded by death that can make you appreciate you life… I have been “going thru the motions” for months now and maybe all this bad is simply a wake up call!! Who knows….okay so now on to the pain…. I am very conflicted!!!

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So I’ve decided that I’m not much of an article writer and I’m not opinionated enough to write passionate blogs about my ideals every week. I do, however, love to tell a story. I’ve decided to write a story continuing every week, so make sure you check back with the Dry Hump every Wednesday only on sharkysworld.com!

The Story of Jesus

Part I

Fuck. Fuck was the only word that could come to mind at a time like this. Fuckin fuck… I thought to myself as I walked out to my car. I thought about saying it out loud, but decided to keep the fuck to myself and go the fuck home. There would be time for swearing later. My 2003 gold sedan gleamed in the sunlight waiting for me to get in. It was a fucking windy day and my tie kept blowing over my shoulder. I should really get one of those tie clips, I thought. Then I remembered I tried to get one once, but I could never find one. Fucking Wal-Mart. Well, it’s not like I needed it anyway. I stood on the steps at the back door of what was once my place of employment. I had just been fired. Terminated. Canned. Shitcanned for that matter. I thought briefly of changing my name to Shitcan Sam on Myspace, but the thought was fleeting.

Speaking of Myspace.com…fuck Myspace. Fuck all the horny fucksticks and the cheating cunts that use it. Myspace is the reason my day started all fucked up. I was up until 4 a.m. listening to how my fiancé found a guy to fuck her better on Myspace. Myspace is the venereal diseased love child of narcissism and the internet. Myspace is the World Wide Web’s neighborhood skank which everyone has fucked but no one will admit. Fuck you, Tom, and your social site of pedophiles, horny fucksticks, and cheating cunts.

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It seems that Idownloaded a virus which lead to my computer “attacking” a website; the owner of the website then attacked SharkysWorld…..if you come to the site in the next few weeks, DO NOT download anything that says .exe.

It is NOT from anyone at www.sharkysworld.com.

I have taken several steps to erase the virus by formatting both my laptop and desktop. Hopefully this will end the attacks.

Thanks
~~~~ShArky~~~~
HMFIC
www.sharkysworld.com