Throwback Thursdays

Hello.
Good Morning.

Am I the only one who can't help but say that every once in a while these days? Say what you want- but Diddy damn sure makes things stick in your head. The boy wrote the book on catchy, didn't he? Anyway, This Bug is back on another Thursday with a catchy little tune of my own in my head. To be fair to all the purists who keep up with my weekly Throwbacks, let me just say now that this one's mainly RNB. But I could always appreciate it for some reason. The beat is undeniably Hip-Hop and the bridge did have some dude rhyming on it . This jam just takes me back to a really simple time. 1993. A true milestone in my life for more reasons than one. And maybe this song is really a part of that soundtrack. *shrugs* I dunno. Things were just...different. You walked to the store when you didn't really need anything. When you got dressed back then, you really put an outfit together. If a party was going on, you had no qualms about walking there or piling eight deep into somebody's Momma's hatchback. It was just about having fun. I miss that. I don't miss being beeped 911 only to call back and find out it wasn't that serious. But it was all part of the time, I guess. I'm feeling mad nostalgic today. Tape decks. Door knocker shell earrings. Champion hoodies. Nautica boots. Bandanas when my hair wasn't done up in a ponytail wrap...And jeans two sizes too big with boxers underneath. "I suppose, I suppose. We should get together and drop our Girbauds. " Remember those? (Sigh)

Panty Free Zone : Fridays Only

"She might not have no draws but I bet she won't forget the hot sauce."- Erykah Badu

First off, this one's not for the prudes. Bounce. Okay. Now...I don't know if it's been officially declared. I'm pretty sure I'm not the first to kick this idea around- but seriously, there needs to be a National No Panties Day on the calendar. A Friday, for sure. Few things are as sexy and as liberating as walking around knowing that you have no undergarments on but everyone is none the wiser. Before everyone gets their panties in a bunch (but decides not to join me and toss them over your shoulder) hear me out for sec. As long as you can pull it off (no pun intended- I swear) why not? Picture it. A nice form-fitting skirt sans hosiery over a bare naked ass...there is nothing like it. Let me tell you. You walk differently. You smile more. You feel like the sexiest bitch on the planet. Because at that very moment, you are. I don't recommend this sort of thing on the daily but once a month wouldn't hurt. More often in the summer makes perfect sense to me. Ladies, if you do decide to take the plunge, bear in mind a few things:

• Your hygiene must be up to par. Look, you know when things ain't all good in Southland. If you can't walk around with the butterfly floating fresh and free- don't even bother. Aromas, leakage or any other issues are a no-go. 'Nuff said.

• Check the forecast the day before. If it's gonna be a windy day worthy of a toupée alert or tiny dog warning - you may want to nix wearing a flouncy skirt with nothing underneath. Breezy? Yay. Blustery? Nay.
  

• If you're worried about your Hoo-hah making it to an upskirt website- stay off the escalators at the mall. There are fifteen year old boys out there with very sophisticated camera phones...waiting just for you.

• Be mindful of your car exit strategy. I've coached several people on limousine exit techniques over the years. The rule of thumb actually goes in reverse here. You don't want to look as though you're popping out of a cake at your cousin's wedding- so the key is to step out shoulders back, toe first. Take panties out of the equation and the opposite is true. Picture gracefully climbing out of a swimming pool. Arms forward, securing your weight. Head first, right? Good. Practice makes perfect- unless of course you don't mind showing the pervs across the street your Britney.

• On this particular day, throw on your Next Top Model walk. Hold eye contact a little longer than you normally would. Even if you only need a basket for a few things, get behind a cart at the supermarket and roll down the aisles. Ever. So. Slowly. Confidence is key.

• Unwritten rule: Intentionally allow at least one random individual to sneak a peek. Or not.

• Lastly, it doesn't hurt to let just one person in on your little secret since it's way sexier than Victoria's. Preferably via phone or text message. Trust me. They will literally count the minutes until they can see for themselves if you were telling the truth or not. Chances are, they won't be able to contain themselves once they learn you weren't bluffing. The rest is completely up to you.

Now, I know there are tons of underwear in that top drawer of yours. Lacy thongs. Boy shorts. Tangas. String bikinis. Knickers. You name it. But until you've gone commando for an entire day- you're evading pure sexiness and sensuality in all its glory. Why? Try it now. Thank me later. It's not nasty. It's not freaky. (Well, maybe a little...) It's just one more thing to bring you closer to yourself. It's as close to going naked as you can get without stopping traffic and catching a public indecency charge. Free your mind and your ass will follow.

And "Fellas, if you can't afford it...I think you need to video tape record it."




Let's end all this with one of the finest odes to the cornerstone of lingerie by one of the greats. The jewel of this one is that he never mentions them... but you know they're ready to be removed. Ladies and Gents...be inspired.

Throwback Thursdays

When I think of Boston, usually what comes to mind is Boston Baked Beans. You know, those little candy coated peanuts you used to cop from the ice cream truck back in the day? Yeah. They still sell those around the way. (Note to self: Stop at the bodega after work tomorrow.) Or the Boston Tea Party, which was one of the ballsiest and iconic events that went down in American political history. This Bug has always been of the opinion that it would have gone down a whole lot differently had it been the Boston "Tree" Party. No way you can toss the same amount of weed overboard like that and not see some real violence ensue. I'm just sayin'... But what's funny is that I don't immediately think of one of the most slept on dudes hailing from Beantown. Call me biased- but NY holds it down. Outside of Guru, I don't have a whole lot of love for anyone or anything that comes out of that city. But Ed OG and the Bulldogs slid up on the scene back in 1991 and I always respected him as an emcee. Lyrically, you can't get much simpler than Ed- but flow is what he had on his side. Today's Throwback always takes me back to a time that was just as simple and clear cut as the words of the song. And it perfectly articulates my sentiment for the Old Skool. This Bug's favorite line? "We didn't get in there so you could get in wit us. You wasn't down when we was ridin' the bus. So put on your Adidas and step off! " I Got To Have It.

Ah so it go

"There's no easy quick way out, we're gonna have to live through our whole lives. Win, lose, or draw." - Walt Kelly

Every now and then- I have a habit of unplugging. It starts with my social networking. The FB page gets deactivated. Then it moves to the phone. It goes straight to voice mail. If I happen to turn on the TV, it's usually just for some background noise which I eventually tune out. Maybe I'll leave the blogs alone for a little while. I do these things to find center. To remove myself from routines and trances that I find myself in. Sometimes it works. Admittedly I'm doing some soul-searching. I recently had a birthday last week and in a matter of days I was re-examining everything that led up to it. True to my zodiac, I retreated into my shell where it felt safe. I tend to pull away from everyone and everything in an effort to see where it will all be once I reemerge. I silently ask questions like, 'Was I missed?' 'Did they need me?' 'Did they even notice?' Juvenile, I know. But I should get points for being honest.

Well I'm trying something different this time around. I'm starting to look for answers outwardly. I'm allowing people to show me where I fit into their lives- instead of fighting for a spot in it. I'm staying connected to technology because right now, it's a decent outlet...or escape. Writing has always been therapeutic for me. Perhaps I should begin to compile my story now. At the pinnacle. At the exact moment that I can pinpoint the shift in my life. I just want to put a cap on the things that keep me in limbo and uncork all the things that will allow me to be me to the fullest. Finding yourself can mean stepping out of that comfort zone- that false sense of security or it can mean clinging to what makes sense in fleeting moments. I honestly don't know at this point. One thing's for sure. I have to strike a balance on my own without checking out. The last time I let that go on for too long, I lost a good job. I isolated myself from friends and family. I tortured myself with thoughts of what I should have done and why. I refuse to walk that path again.

Presently, I don't have the means to just book a flight and get away from it all. And truly, what would I be getting away from? You can't run away from yourself. So I've decided to stay firmly planted. Keep searching for myself until I find something to embrace. And when I find it, I won't be so quick to share or squander it. I can't help what baits the catch. My heart is always out here for all to see. It always has been. This site is evidence of that. But this time around, the plan is to keep what is worthy of keeping and toss back what is no good for Jayne. There's only one life to live. I'm well aware of that. But remaining in a stagnant mind state or worse, adopting one that is clearly not the right fit- is no way to live it. With every end comes a new beginning. Todo Tiene Su Final. Start or finish, I hope to find some peace. Soon.

"We don't say- Hey that's the breaks. We say- Yo, Ah so it go."
-Kardinal Offishal (Bakardi Slang)

Throwback Thursdays

Peace Peoples. It's that time again. This one's a rare groove. I can't be sure but I think it was on the soundtrack to a movie. Which one is anybody's guess. This Bug is not big on research today. But I always remembered liking this song from all of the two times I ever heard it in my life. Think I only saw the video once before as well. But two things stood out to me about this joint. Firstly, the use of Tom Petty's Free Fallin' sample. It was always one of those songs I quietly appreciated. Secondly, De La Soul teamed up with indie rock band, Teenage Fan Club who seemed to compliment their laid back Hippie style. I'm not talking about early De La who wanted to break free from the Daisy Age corner they felt painted into by their handlers. I'm talking about De La that was just plain breezy and matter-of-fact with theirs. Today's Throwback is very fitting. Every now and then, we all feel the descent from grace. Every now and then... I guess we're all Fallin'. This Bug's fully identifiable line? "I lost touch with reality. Now my personality is an unwanted commodity." Ya played yaself... Damn. I feel you, Posdnuos. 100 percent.

Sweeeeet....

I'm in a sharing kind of mood so I'll pass this on. I just discovered the above treats at Cinnabon not too long ago. Apparently, they've extended their bun baking talents to cupcake making. Four flavors of intense sugary goodness include Vanilla Bliss, Chocolate Passion, 24 Carrot Cake and Cinnacake Classic for all the die-hards out there who still pine for the buns. Wait, I didn't mean it that way. Although any one of these happen to be orgasmic. Yeah. They're that good. I don't know what that little blue bead atop the vanilla one is, but I think God lives somewhere between that little candy shell and whatever that amazing confection is inside. Seriously.

Dear God 2.0

Truth be told...I haven't seen, heard or felt anything this powerful in quite some time. Word.

"If I don't make it through the night, slight change of plans.
Harp strings, angel wings and praying hands."-Black Thought

Editor's Note: Throwback Thursdays will return next week.