I awoke to the gray day that makes up the lions share of Portland weather and realized that today is the 14 year anniversary of Biggie Smalls’ murder. The memories that were set to his musical stylings came flooding back. Biggie was one of my hip-hop pantheon. He was the Jabba of rap and I swooned over his raspy, filthy words. I am west coast lass by birth but my ears belong to the east. Rest in peace my friend and may justice eventually be brought to the fool that done slayed you.
As a tribute to the Notorious One I bring you a small slice of the male species that have defined what it means to be a real man. God bless ’em, fewer and fewer are born every day. So if you have one of these men in your keeping you best hold on tight because a real man is a commodity.
“If you don’t love yourself, I’ll make you see your own heart.”
“I pretended to be somebody I wanted to be until finally I became that person. Or he became me.” Cary Grant
No, Aloe, YOU make me smile.
“Put my heart and soul into this song….” Mos Def (Tickets to the show in April, hint hint, my birfday cometh)
Ole Blue Eyes, how I love thee. So dashing, so scattaweebobdooweedoooooo!
Holy balls look at this guy. Channing Tatum. Dang!
When men were men and the two martini lunch ruled.
“I love your funny face, your sunny, funny face..” Fred Astaire, light on his feet and quick with the charm.
Sean Penn, so very very.
Unrivaled style and skill, may I introduce Theophilus London!
“A lot of people say to me, ‘Why did you kill Christ?’ I dunno, it was one of those parties, got out of hand, you know.”
A stylish man with dash and finesse is a thing of beauty. I will not deny worshiping at that alter. Hope your days is grand!