Extra Extra! Halloween slut parade?

“Halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it.” (Lindsay Lohan, Mean Girls). While this quote is very true it should’ve stated that NO-ONE should be able to say anything about it. We the Halloween Hotties have had enough! We will not stand for the constant hate any longer. Although we are not here to lead a slut-parade, we are however here to take a stance on what we believe in. And that belief is being able to show what the good lord gave us one night out of the year. The way we feel about the “slut label” is simple…it strengthens the power of patriarchal dogma! Basically governing the sexuality of a woman and her body that are beyond oppressive. This just will not work for us. The Halloween Hotties just will not take it. Society already holds women to a high standard of feminine beauty. Which means women in society today are really only valued for their outside appearance. So we ask the infamous question, “Why can’t we be sexy for you guys”? Isn’t that what you want?  Don’t you want our extremely fitted leather, our skin-tight skirts, and our busty tops? Well whether you do or you don’t we are here to tell you TOO DANG ON BAD! We will strut our stuff all night on Halloween in our thigh high boots and cat suits!

Even with our strong views towards the need and want to wear these things we do have a few proposed solutions for those who can’t take the sexy we have to offer:

1. DON’T LOOK!

It is very clear that you all have these marvelous things called eyeballs that are controlled by one person and one person only, YOU! Keep those things elsewhere and off of us.

2. DON’T PARTY WITH US!

In this wonderful country (also known as the land of the free) you have the right to pick and choose the events you attend and the company you expose yourself to. So don’t choose us.

3. GET OVER IT!

There is absolutely no way you can change what someone wants to put on their bodies. So get over it!

4. JOIN US!

Have you ever heard of the phrase “If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em?” That is exactly what we want from you all! You know you can’t stop us so you may as well join the fun!
                                                     
                                     

Those were simply our four suggestions for the Halloween Haters. It is undoubtedly the most atrocious thing that people do when they speak negatively about what us girl girls choose to wear for Halloween. We already have to struggle with maintaining a certain level of beauty but then you all complain about us having too much beauty! I mean what do you really want from us? We cannot continue to battle with this every Halloween season every single year. It has to end! We are no longer putting up with the constant disrespect and labels that you all place upon us.

Many make the assumptions that we are empty vessels or attention whores but we are the exact opposite. We get all the attention we want and need year ‘round so we don’t have to beg for it on Halloween. We simply use that Holiday as the one time a year to allow every person to be as confident as we are even if the normally aren’t all year. And what most people don’t understand is sexuality isn’t just expressed on Halloween, it is expressed every single evening at night clubs, parties, etc. So why won’t you all label those girls? Why aren’t those girls having to put up with the “Slut Label” like the Halloween Hotties are? Well, maybe they do put up with it but it is not nearly as much as we do!

There are many reasons that you all bring to the table about us dressing this way one night out of the year which are just not logical. Some say it is because our upbringing and that our mothers showed us no love as youngster, but that is where you all are wrong. Our mothers taught us to be women and how and when to let our sexuality show! So if we choose 364 days to be prissy little princesses and 1 night to be the exact opposite then guess what, THAT IS OUR DECISION!

Really we just use Halloween as the one night to be something we really are not! There is a level of excitement in dressing up as something that you wouldn’t day be on a regular day. It is meant to be fun and allow people to express themselves. We should not be held bondage to the 1980 Halloween costumes of cowgirls and princesses.NO, we don’t want to be hideous creatures, or the bride of Frankenstein (we’ll be her if our dress is short enough to show the garter). We want freedom. And the freedom we want is to show our sex appeal! IT’S JUST HALLOWEEN!

 

Fake isn't Fab!

I'm all for girl empowerment, and for the praise of women and I have had enough. Why can't girls come together and show each other some respect? I mean its plain ridiculous! I'm almost positive I'm not the only one who handles noticed that if a girl isn't speaking negatively about another girl then she's basically not speaking about her at all. That's beyond tragic. Like seriously, where's the love?

It's so aggravating. I see GORGEOUS girls all day on campus and have not one problem complimenting them. It's almost as if they don't even know how to accept the compliment because they're not used to it at all. Dog on shameful. I just can't deal! Like, was I the only one who was brought up with home training? 

I know you're probably wondering why I titled this post "Fake Isn't Fab" but I promise I have a point. It's not okay to be fake! I consider being fake as you knowing that a girl is looking amazing and you just can't be a classy young woman and give a simple compliment. That's fake. If you consider yourself to have an issue with another girl and you don't have a clear reason then THAT'S FAKE! That only means you're a hater or you are just plain insecure. 

Invest in yourselves and maybe you all will learn that Fake isn't Fab! You will learn how to not only co exists with females who have beauty but you will also learn how to interact with them. It's not that hard ladies, get it together or cancel ya Christmas! (That's my way of saying get over yourself) haha.

Being Goudeau's Gal

Well let take a moment to get a bit personal. This is my amazing boyfriend. This guy happens to be my forever. My better half. My Superman. My "sweetie pie"! I mean where could I start!? This guy has always been there for me. I don't know if anyone else has experienced this type of love before but if you have then you know IT'S REAL.

That New Orleans accent just does something to my soul, makes it melt possibly. I mean he can just say my name and Im going to go into this childish stare and day dream. In love huh? Haha!

Its really just a good feeling to have someone who wants you for you. Its an even greater feeling to have someone who wants to grow with you and make something great of you both.
I usually don't brag on my boyfriend (Lies) but right now I am! He's a working young man, own car, in school, and has a future with goals. I can't even begin to explain how proud I am of him.

 

That's MY Sugar!

OH! And we're Saints fans! Oh yes couldn't forget that amazing fact! And on game days we always dress so cute but we get so into the game that we don't take ONE picture together.

That's a real struggle haha!

 

 

Sweet Tooth! *Sweets can be FAB too!*

    As we all know its not money that makes the world go 'round. Its definitely FOOD! One of the most amazing things that one can ever lay taste buds on. From juicy burgers to succulent steaks food has a way to anyone's heart. But, I'm not going to talk about the hearty food, Im just going to focus on the little dainty desserts that can warm you heart.

    Cupcakes are universally known to be the healer of any heartache. HA! Maybe I did exaggerate that but doesn't it seem like they are? I mean places like Gigi's and Muddy's both are the reason why some of us never feel sadness because those delicious cupcakes are always there as a comfort food. Yes, comfort foods. Really for me anything sweet is a comfort food.

    Not only are cupcakes one of the best things ever but also FRUIT! Now I know I might sound like someone's mom saying eat your fruit and all that but have you ever put your own little spin on the everyday fruit you eat? Well I have and they can honestly take the place of those extra fattening but also extra great-tasting cupcakes. I have tried so many different things with fruit. Chocolate cover strawberries are always a go to but I go as far as cocoa and peanut cover bananas, or even whipped cream and cherries. I can almost taste them right now as I type this! Those can be some of the best snacks to keep that body FAB and FIT still! So there's still always an upside to having a sweet tooth right? In my eyes it is!!

So, as you all know I'm all about girly thing's and keeping it cute, so I could talk about the dainty desserts that I love all day! I mean its quite evident to everyone that I love my fruits but can always go for a good ol' buttery cupcake! But enough about what Kyla likes what sweet treats do you all enjoy? What amazing fruits do you love to consume? Let me know because I'm up for a sweet suggestion anyday!


Peace and Love Kyla!

 

The Not So Sweet Side Of Life

The Transition: Profile of Darren Goudeau Jr.

         “We only brought three pairs of clothes, because that was how long the storms lasted, three days. This storm was real different though, It changed how we looked at life itself.” He wiped his face free of the few tears that had so quickly rushed from his eyes. Darren Goudeau was a nine year old New Orleans born young boy at the time of Hurricane Katrina who had never even imagined his life being turned upside down by the 2005 natural disaster.

      Darren sat with a very distant look on his face. Almost as if he were trying to not relive the moments of Katrina as he spoke to me. He fiddled with his Saints football team key chain and and began to speak on what he remembered on the day he left. “The Saturday and Sunday before Katrina, I had a few football games, like a tournament almost. It was sunny outside and it just seemed like a regular weekend. When I got home my grandmother had the news playing and all I heard was the Mayor urging us to evacuate the city. We were told to leave by Sunday morning at 11:30 or  we wouldn’t be able to leave anymore because the bridges would be shut down after that time.”

         He continued to go deeper and deeper into his mind to pull out the memories of those very long days. At this point he couldn’t sit still. He was constantly tapping his fingers on the coffee table that was filled with New Orleans styled mugs. Darren then proceeded to tell about how they transitioned into Memphis, Tn. “There were five trucks trailing us across the bridge into Memphis, filled with all my family members from cousins, aunts, uncles, and family friends. When we all actually made it to Memphis we went to this hotel on Union Ave. I don’t even think it’s there anymore. It was a more like a motel if you ask me. The walls were dingy white and the blankets on the bed were so thin. I did not at all want to be in that hotel for those three days till the storm passed over.”

      “We never usually left New Orleans during storms. We would all always just go to one person’s house and wade the storms out. So, I thought after those few days we would be going back to my home. I woke up on the second day of being at the hotel and saw my whole family sitting around the TV in silence. I got close enough to the TV so I could see what was going on. It was pure hell. The news was showing pictures of people sitting on the roofs of homes with blankets that had “HELP” painted across them. Homes were destroyed. Like, where all my childhood memories were and where I once played football, all those things were gone. I remember them showing my favorite place, Six Flags, it wasn’t called six flags back then but it was a danger zone. Nothing was left but ruins.”

      At this point Darren was trying to figure out what came next after his family had seen that they weren’t going to be able to go back to the place that they once loved so much. He began with, “My mom had asked the front desk workers at the hotel if they knew of anywhere we could go for emergency shelter. She told my mama about the S.O.S. shelter down the street that was for New Orleans evacuees. When we got to the shelter it was extremely hot on the inside. Like, the moment you set foot in there it was like the Devil himself had touched you. That shelter was one of the worst experiences of my life. I didn’t want to be in there with people I knew nothing about.” He cleared his throat quickly in between sentences to hold back the evident emotion that was trying to push through.

         Darren now wanted to move the place of the interview. He no longer wanted to speak in front of his mother so we went into the den that was filled with warm vibrant colors. Beautifully decorated with oversized vases and earth toned drapes. He continued exactly where we had left off. “My mama was tired of dealing with the shelter too. My family didn’t want to be there so we went to a church for help. At the church they adopted families and since we got there first we were one of the first to be adopted into the church with a family. The Gooden family adopted us and they were real welcoming. They had open arms to us and made us feel right at home.”

      “I think more than anything those people are the ones who helped us get familiarized with Memphis the most. It was like they had gone thru the storm too and wanted to emerge from the struggle with us. Yeah, I thought that was cool.” He started to smile a little at the thought of the family who so graciously comforted them in their time of need. As if he could feel the embrace of them surrounding him the more and more he spoke of their presence. “I remember when they helped my mom get me in school. That was like one of the best feelings ever. Mrs.Gooden walked into the school and simply told them “I have a fine young man here who wants to be our president one day, could you all help him with his education?” everybody in the front office smiled so big at me. Yeah that was a real good feeling.”

    Darren became very emotional at this point. Tears began to roll down his caramel colored face as he explained how much it meant to him to find people in Memphis who actually cared about his family and did not stereotype them like other people were doing the victims of Katrina. He started to choke over his word and couldn’t really speak. He had to take a moment to breathe and get his thoughts together before he could continue on with the interview. He stared off for a few minutes then began to speak again.

     “I feel like my transition from a place that I loved so much and that I called my home to Memphis was a very big step. It seemed like at first that I would never get used to the country way everyone here spoke or how everyone used weird slang. I really had to let everything process in my head and I just had to think that everyone in this city had to adjust to the New Orleans people who had come here just as much as we had to adjust to being here. So Katrina definitely was a factor that caused everyone to get a little uncomfortable and have to think twice”

       Darren began to wrap up the interview in a few short sentences. “It was all just a learning process for me. I had to learn that it’s okay to go through things, you know? I had to learn that life isn’t going to be smooth sailing and we all have to have each other’s back and be in each other’s corner because if we aren’t then things are going to get hard as hell. I’m so happy I got to come to Memphis and experience new things and meet some of the greatest people. I can’t lie, I miss New Orleans so damn bad but that’s not home for me anymore. New Orleans will always be my home city and I will always love that place, but here in Memphis is where I have built relationships and have grown to be the man I am today. This is now home for me.”