Many of us know about the Chris Brown and Rihanna incident that took place some time ago. Whether you agree or disagree is another thing. Recently, Mary J. Blige was accused of hitting or "Chris Browning" her husband after, allegedly, he looked at a waitress inappropriately. Who knew Chris Brown would coin that phrase but that's what happens when you're famous and you do something horribly ignorant...you get recognition and become "the man".

Anyhow, I had to give Mary her props. I've seen all too many times when a woman is cheated on by her significant other, she will call the other woman and harass her and call her all sorts of names as if it were this woman's fault your man cheated on you. I must say, that's why we don't rule now ladies. Get your priorities straight! Instead of getting mad at this other woman shouldn't you be mad at your significant other whom you thought had enough love and respect for you not to do something so hurtful...that's if that's what the relationship is about of course...cause we know some aint!

So let me pose this question: Why would one get so mad at the "other" instead of their lover? Or, in Mary's case, why didn't she cuss this waitress out? Does this say something about who we are and what we value? GT TV recently interviewed a former prostitute who equated love with sex. She spoke of similar issues. Just sayin...

PS- Captcha was acting dumb for a while but I think we fixed it.

If you tie my tongue with cherries
you might keep me from speaking
but if you’re seeking the truth then
it’s a mystery that monogamy persists
and that this love shit exists
because my logic insists
that it can’t be legit

It’s no secret that
I like to keep it...casual
and some say it’s tragic
that I work my magic
on those undeserving
but if I could get a word in
it would be “stay”

Stay. And let’s pretend
our lives will end
with each other

Stay. And let’s pretend
we’d spend our nights
thinking of ways
to make our days
sweeter

Stay. Because my pride is shattered
and all that matters is this:
kiss me until you’ve turned
my jagged jungle into a civilized city.

Stay here with me

But if I’m just being silly
then somehow I’ll forget
that I hate cigarettes, yet
love the luxury of sharing
this death with you.

By Annika White