It’s been a really great season for the New York Knicks so far, and it just got a lot better for forward Amar’e Stoudemire! Last night in an ultra private ceremony, Stoudemire married longtime love and mother of his three children, Alexis Welch. Surrounded by only a few family members, the Amar’e and Alexis got tied the knot on the rooftop of their apartment building. They are still planning on having a big celebration sometime in the new year. The couple was supposedly inspired by the special 12-12-12 date. Let’s hope Stoudemire’s happy news puts him in good spirits for the Knicks-Lakers game tonight!
A video I made for Justin Bieber using the song “You Found Me” by The Fray. Lyrics: I found God On the corner of First and Amistad Where the west Was all but won All alone Smoking his last cigarette I said, “Where you been?” He said, “Ask anything”. Where were you When everything was falling apart? All my days Were spent by the telephone It never rang And all I needed was a call It never came To the corner of First and Amistad Lost and insecure You found me, you found me Lyin’ on the floor Surrounded, surrounded Why’d you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late You found me, you found me In the end Everyone ends up alone Losing her The only one who’s ever known Who I am Who I’m not, who I wanna be No way to know How long she will be next to me Lost and insecure You found me, you found me Lyin’ on the floor Surrounded, surrounded Why’d you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late You found me, you found me Early morning The city breaks I’ve been callin’ For years and years and years and years And you never left me no messages Ya never send me no letters You got some kinda nerve Taking all my world Lost and insecure You found me, you found me Lyin’ on the floor Where were you? Where were you? Lost and insecure You found me, you found me Lyin’ on the floor Surrounded, surrounded Why’d you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late You found me, you found me Why’d you have to wait? To find me, to find me http://www.youtube.com/v/X2Cj8R-m600?version=3&f=videos&app=youtube_gdata Link: You Found Me (Justin Bieber Video) with lyrics
New York City dating author J.C. Davies says that Latino men are macho and possessive, Asian men are bad in bed, black men hate it when you talk about Al Sharpton, and Indian men smell like curry — but, she says, she’s not racist. “No one has the balls to write about sex and culture in a real way,” said Davies, author of the new book “I Got the Fever: Love, What’s Race Gotta Do With It?” “You have to make it super-p.c. and be the professor of blah-de-blah and have charts and graphs. The expectation is that [black men] are great in the sack and have huge equipment — don’t people really wanna know? Is the equipment super-sized? Let’s just go ask some people!” (Answer: some, not all — just as with most everything in life.) Davies, 42, describes her own ethnicity as “poor white trash” (she’s actually part Croatian, Welsh and German). She worked as a stock-options analyst for Goldman Sachs until she was laid off in October. Devastated and facing foreclosure on her Midtown condo, she was inspired to write her (self-published) book — complete with cover photo of her surrounded by a multicultural array of shirtless male models — when a friend suggested she “write about dating black guys.” “My first black boyfriend, he was a Republican, and I guess most people, because he was so corporate and wore a suit, would say he was an Oreo.” Davies doesn’t seem to realize that this is both an offensive and decidedly outdated term, but that’s the way she speaks — kind of like Jerry Seinfeld’s casually racist girlfriend on the infamous “Anti-Dentite” episode of “Seinfeld.” It also doesn’t seem to register that fetishizing other races is a form of racism. Moving on: Davies maintained that her book is researched and reported, based on hundreds of interviews (with people who are not fully named), and her own interracial dating experiences. She may have gone too far, Davies admitted, in writing, “Beware of the JAPs” (JAP is an acronym for the derogatory term “Jewish American Princess”). “I kind of went a little crazy there,” she said. “I have my own personal issues with the JAPs. My boyfriend’s three best friends are JAPs.” Speaking of: Is her boyfriend — an Iranian Jew — offended that, in the book, she describes his expression in bed as “terrorist face”? “He doesn’t mind that,” Davies said — only when she calls him “a Jewish hoarder.” What a slore. Only an “oreo” would date this broad. SMH. This crazy beyotch calls her own boyfriend “terrorist face,” imagine what kind of nicknames she might give their future kids!!! Oh and get this, these are the section titles in the book: Salsa Fever, Yellow Fever, Jungle Fever, Curry Fever and Shiksa Fever! What is wrong with this ho!?!?!? Source
