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Uncle Toms, Oreos, and Sell-Outs by Monique Brantly (revisited) |
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Written by Foresight
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Wednesday, 02 January 2008 |
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Who are we trying to emulate? she said to me. ascots, sports jackets and boat shoes...I sometimes wonder and it makes me worry ...
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Last Updated ( Wednesday, 02 January 2008 )
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The Holiday Detective by Monique Brantly |
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Written by Foresight
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Friday, 14 December 2007 |
The holiday season, in all of it's frigid, holiday clearance sale, credit card debt splendor is officially upon us. I personally have been scrambling to pull my Christmas pre-game together and it causes such anxiety deciding how many gifts will fit into budget this year, writing out Christmas cards to all of my family and friends, and don't even get me started on New Years plans. But with all of this weighing on my shoulders, I took a moment to step back and remember how simple holiday joys used to be and I thought I would share it with you.
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Last Updated ( Friday, 14 December 2007 )
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I Don't Date Perves by Monique Brantly (4 Comments) |
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Written by Foresight
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Monday, 12 November 2007 |
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So, this post will be a bit of a departure from my usual writing for Imperious Entertainment, it won't take long, but it's something that I've recently gone through and thought that it was important to share with you. It's about my brief romance with a store called American Apparel. I remember the first time I actually went inside of an American Apparel store. I was in DC for the weekend and the friend that I was with wanted to show me some tights that they liked. Up until that moment, I knew nothing about the company. From the outside, it always appeared to be the biggest rip-off to me.
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Last Updated ( Wednesday, 14 November 2007 )
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Of Seat Thieves and Wise Women by Monique Brantly |
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Written by Foresight
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Thursday, 11 October 2007 |
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It was a regular Tuesday late afternoon. I had finished a long day of work and on the subway ride home, I was fortunate enough to have secured a coveted rush hour seat as soon as I boarded. I rode no more than a couple of stops when a little sweet-faced older Asian woman stepped into the car through the doors closest to me with the aid of a cane.
:::looking left:::
:::looking right:::
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Last Updated ( Thursday, 11 October 2007 )
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