What in the hell happened to Sammy Sosa. Is he gonna claim a skin disorder or own up to his Hollyweird-ness? Dayum - the media obsession with all things light and white has really put folks in a state of confusion.

Although I am a fan of saying, "It's your life, do what you want to make you happy." I often wonder what kind of self hate causes someone to do this?? What are your thoughts?

Even his wife looks dead behind the eyes in that last pic. She looks as if to be saying "Who the hell is this guy standing next to me, this ain't the guy I married!"

Society f*cks with people in endless ways. People inject so much junk in their face and get chopped up on surgery tables. Is thatt all self-hate? That is just pop-psychology and a guess. A lot of times it is just moronic vanity. It might be Sosa's wife driving him to this, not his own self conception. In any case I hope one of his friends has a talk with him, it is totally silly.

Vanity and colorism are both human issues, much larger than Dominican culture. Here is a thoughtful song by an American artist on this topic which affects so many...



Chip on my shoulder
Big enough to feed Cambodia
See I never fit into they quotas
Sneakers wasn’t fittin’ and my knees needed lotion
Long before I knew the significance of a comb
I roam like phone with no vocal reception
Immigrant parents had me feeling like a step kid
And black Americans never did accept me
That’s why I thrive so much when they respect B.I.G
I never fit in with them light skins
I thought the lighter they was, the better that they life is
So I resented them and they resented me
Cheated on light skin Dominique when we were 17
I figure I hurt her– she evidently hurt me
And all women who have light features see
I never let a light broad hurt me
That’s why I strike first and the first cuts deep

Chorus
From a light skin girl to a dark skin brother
Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover
Boy you so beautiful (2x)
Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover
Honey brown, Caramel, Coffee brown, Chocolate, Toffee, Pecan, Licorice
Boy you so beautiful

Just another knotty head ni**a
Hoping Wes Snipes make my life a bit different
In middle school I had the right to be timid
I had beautiful words but girls never listened
Listen, blacker the berry, sweeter the product
Well I’m fruit punch concentrate and they water
Walk into my room thinking how to make moves
Ain’t thinking like a student, but how Ice-T do it
Light dudes had the girls looking there
Aww yea it’s not fair
The ones with the good hair
Couldn’t adapt to naps I wave cap
They napped and slept on me
Man I hate black…..skin tone
I wish I could take it back or rearrange my status
Maybe if I was khaki
Associating light skin with classy
The minstrel show, showed a me that was not me

Chorus
From a light skin girl to a dark skin brother
Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover
Boy you so beautiful (2x)
Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover
Honey brown, Caramel, Coffee brown, Chocolate, Toffee, Pecan, Licorice
Boy you so beautiful

They say black is beautiful
But ask them beautiful light girls if it’s black they attract to usually
What if Barack’s skin was all black
Truthfully would he be a candidate or just a black in the community
We as black dudes tend to lack unity
And them blacker girls ain’t on the tube usually
Right now at 23 I ain’t mad at the reds (light skin women) no more
But for a long time I had gone cold blind
Full of my own insecurity
It was holding me
Back to reds, I ain’t know how to act
They would get the cold shoulder
And know it was an act, a defense mechanism
What I thought that I lacked…

Sammy Sosa was born an Indian, now he has turned into a White male. He kinda looks like Brad Pitt now.

Thash right!, but don't you change the topic we is talking bout Dominicans, not those octoroon African Americans.

And God created the world (explained)



On the first day, God created the dog and said 'Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years.'

The dog said: 'That's a long time to be barking. How about only ten years and I'll give you back the other ten?'

So God agreed.

On the second day, God created the monkey and said:

'Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span.'

The monkey said: 'Monkey tricks for twenty years? That's a pretty long time to perform. How about I give you back ten like the Dog did?'

And God agreed.

On the third day, God created the cow and said:

'You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer's family. For this, I will give you a life span of sixty years.'

The cow said: 'That's kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years. How about twenty and I'll give back the other forty?'

And God agreed again.

On the fourth day, God created man and said:

'Eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy your life. For this, I'll give you twenty years.'

But man said: 'Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?'

'Okay,' said God, 'You asked for it.'

So that is why for our first twenty years we eat, sleep, play and enjoy ourselves. For the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family. For the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren. And for the last ten years we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone.

Life has now been explained to you.

Three old men at breakfast chatting...


"Sixty is the worst age to be," said the 60-year-old man. "You always feel like you have to pee, and most of the time you stand there and nothing comes out."

"Ah, that's nothin," said the 70-year-old. "When you're seventy, you don't have a bowel movement any more. You take laxatives, eat bran, sit on the toilet all day and nothin' comes out!"

"Actually," said the 80-year -old, "Eighty is the worst age of all."

"Do you have trouble peeing, too?" asked the 60-year old.

"No, I pee every morning at 6:00. I pee like a racehorse on a flat rock; no problem at all."

"So, do you have a problem with your bowel movement?"

"No, I have one every morning at 6:30."

Exasperated, the 60-year-old said, "You pee every morning at 6:00, and crap every morning at 6:30. So what's so bad about being 80?"

"I don't wake up until 7:00!"

Brad Pitt?? As if! hahaha! He looks terrible! Why in the world would he do this to himself. In the name of all things sane, he has to be suffering from a mental disorder. I never understood why folks ruin themselves in the name of what they sadly perceive as "socially acceptable"

Great post Mentemorena! It's possible his wife is driving him to his; however, judging from his past actions pumping steriods, he is willing to sell his soul or cheat to be accepted and irresponsible reach his perceived status of success. Unfortunately behind that smile I sense something terribly wrong. I absolutely believe it's self hate that leads people down a treacherous spiraling path of self identity confusion.

Something is terribly wrong with his wife for allowing him to make such horrible changes to his identity.

Really? Was my post that horrible that someone felt the need to log in multiple mask screen names and give it negative marks??? I mean it is something we can have an open dialogue about.

You think?