Introducing.

It's still 2009 and we here at Pros Thoughts are still continuing our efforts to make this blog as entertaining (and engaging) as possible. So, in yet another vain attempt to add value we decided to add a new guest blogger, "L". "L" is short for Laila. I hope that I didn't just give away her pen name. But if I did, it's ok....because she already jumped right in with her first post. 

No worries kids. Just like Rhe K, L for Laila has signed a waiver (cough::contract::cough) to post frequently, post openly and post non-discriminately. A few things about her so that you feel more connected.

1. Laila is in the magazine industry. Think...The Devil Wears Prada. 

2. You know the saying "Go Big or Go Home." Well...Laila never goes home. She always goes big. If there's something entertaining happening, Laila is there. And she is probably having a better time than you. Whenever we hang out, we literally compete for who is having a better time.

3. If there is a movie that people refuse to go see with me, which happens alot, Laila will go with me. 

4. Laila has the fashion game on lock. What can I say...we recruit for the betterment of the blog. 

5. Oh yeah, she also has the best taste in music. Infact, she will probably steal the blog job from me. We will see.

So, there you go. I promised you guest bloggers, and I delivered. On a side note: The best part about this entire thing is.... these "guest bloggers" have no idea that I am using them to bring down my typo/misspellings to post ratio. Mu ha ha ha. 

Now go forth and read.

Un-Superstar

Soooo...Shaq is trying to one up Lebron. bleh!!!! BOWLING!! what is that?

And Lebron, shouldn't they all be taking pictures of you instead?

F-That.
if i were acting like a bowling pin for shaq i would not fall down...SORRY and he wouldn't even get a spare!
If i were a taking a picture, lebron... it would be of myself, in front of my teammates who thought they were getting their picture taken.


sha-quille-o-neal!!!---- name that movie. ahhahaha!


thats all.

BTW- im talking to lebron cause you know he reads this blog.

Remember me?: While I was gone

I feel the pressure to keep up with my posts, or else they will get buried!

So some of these may be a bit old but they were interesting nonetheless. So get off my back! I'm just a guest.

Terrell Owens: Same shit different team

Ciara: Maybe people will quit hating on her for losing weight. Or they will forget she's in the song and buy it b/c of Justin. He's a good enough reason for me to download. ;-)

Some songs make me wish I was a dude so that I could run around quoting all day long. Take "Every Girl" for example. No video yet but stay tuned. If you think it's a display of male chauvinism, you're porbably right and you'll just have to get over it.

On a more serious note, the Chicago Tribune examined the fact that African American stock ownership has lagged that of whites; however, in this economic environment that's a good thing! Wait, what?!?! 

Finally, proof I'm a giant dork: WEST SIDE STORY! I know the song that corresponds with each photo. High School Musical has nothing, NOTHING on Maria, Anita, Bernardo and Tony!

CONVERSATE IS NOT A WORD!

Whew, that felt good. I have always been fond of the blog Conversate is not a word. The writer’s keen observations are always spot on from Rich is not a career to our president being the new Beyonce. I will admit; however, that I did not truly understand or appreciate the fervor behind this statement until I came across from G's to Gents and The Girls of Hedsor Hall.

I heard the word conversate more times than I’d like to admit. I know the English language has a lot of words and all but why make it more difficult but inventing new ones? Just because you spit out more than two syllables doesn’t mean you sound smart.

Hasta Luego!

Introducing.

So, you may or may not have figured it out by now. But Pros Thoughts is implementing a new feature. After an avid reader proclaimed "a lack or reading" on this blog- after all, I am an visual guy- we (I) decided to make a change. After all it's 2009 and we have a black president. Here's to introducing guest blogging. 

And blogger #1 is Rhe K. Let me share some personal info so that you feel more connected.

1. She is smarter than I am. 

2. She never finishes anything she starts eating. She always has a doggy bag and the food always gets thrown away a week later.

3. She is one of those mythical creatures you hear about in text books. She is a Public Relations professional. Yes, she studied it in school. And yes, she stuck with it after school. On any given day she can out type you, out research you, out "fact" you and write a press release on anything under the sun. 

4. She will most likely write blogs with a beginning, middle and a end. There will be full thoughts. Full sentences. Valid opinions. And witty antidotes. <<

5. She's got dreds. Don't be alarmed- they are well groomed.

6. She is my roommate (she's not that good at using DVR- but we are working on it).

You have formally been introduced. Now go forth and enjoy. She promises to be back.

Guest blog numero uno, but I don’t speak Japanese.

As you know, Prostituted Thoughts is a smorgasbord of media observations – often with an advertising slant. My musings will likely be just as random, but perhaps they will be enjoyable as well.

The job market, particularly in communications, has reached a new low. Worst media internship ever.

Since Gawker is my finger on the pulse of what’s going on, I totally believe that this is a real Craigslist post, which diminishes my hope for our dear industry. This also doesn’t help: Spitzer call girl.

Anywhooo, getting back to this particular Gawker post from Hamilton Nolan, there are 3 things that made me wish I was an engineer, or perhaps a garbage collector:

First of all, which comm. job DOESN’T allow hoodies? I’ll be damned if I can’t wear a hoodie to my comm. job. Maybe they should pay me more and I’ll consider dressing like I have a real job.

Secondly, since when is *Parisian* French (with two stars) superior to Haitian French, Ethiopian French, or high school language class French? My 7 semesters of Spanish class and 2 months in Spain are THOROUGHLY offended!

Finally, if anyone (Obama and Diddy included) wrote into my job description that “light childcare” was required for me to get $10 a day, invaluable experience, and an OCCASIONAL byline, they’d better be prepared for my blatant disregard for what happens to their shitty organization. (And TRUST that I’d trash their asses all over the Internet every chance I got.) Unless you intended to outfit me with a furnished, Manhattan loft space, designer clothing and gourmet food to go along with those $10 bucks. Can’t even eat a meal with my movie, cheap asses!

Hasta Luego!