Well, those of you going down to Jamaica looking for some of that grooveback might wanna take a look at this. Life ain’t lookin’ so sweet for Terry McMillan right now.
But buddy, it’s ’bout to look even worse for her man.

You’ve probably seen the movie “How Stella Got Her Groove Back.” ‘Twas not a bad movie, but it was more the grounds for humor for me. My brother and I once talked about heading up to the movie theater, waiting in the lobby for the movie to let out, and approaching every attractive older woman in the theater without a wedding band with one question…
“Tryin’ to get some groove back? I got some groove right here.”
Might have worked. I’ve listened to women talk about gawking at Taye Diggs’ nekkid ass. I ain’t no Taye Diggs–unlike him, I can get on all the rides at Astroworld–but I would have served the purpose they were looking for, save for that whole marriage thing.
Well, Terry’s caught a nightmare–she married a DL case. That’s gotta suck. And, if that piece above is true, she’s not happy at all. Homophobia is a disgusting being, but I’m sure something like this has got to be hard on her ego, and improperly researching a husband is definitely going to be hard on her pocketbook.
Really, this has gotta suck.
But real talk…this jibber jabber about being tricked by a man looking for citizenship is hysterical. He may not have done that, but wouldn’t that be the thought anyone held on to? Wasn’t that your first thought when you read about this marriage? Anyone that didn’t see this one coming is fibbing or foolish. I can’t remember just how old she was when they got married, but something tells me she didn’t care too much about whether he wanted her money or not. The hunt for a man is tough for black women over 25. I’ve said that many times and offended many black women when I’ve said that, but let’s be real about this–if we talk about the shortage of black men, we can’t then say that folks ain’t gonna get desperate the more the calendar flips. Sometimes, folks hold on tight when they get the chance for something, especially if they don’t think the chance is coming along again. At least with a young dude, Terry had a chance to mold him a little bit.
Didn’t mold him enough, apparently.
But something tells me she was pretty happy to have a man. Maybe that was worth a few mil. Men make that decision all the time. Man, I better get married soon (pics from the Pittsburgh wedding coming soon. Seems a perfect way to come behind this one).
As for buddy, he’s gotta go back to Jamaica after the world has found out that he’s a homosexual. I’d rather go back known as the guy that killed Bob Marley. It’s really that serious. I listen to enough dancehall to know that gays aren’t quite appreciated by the black, green, and gold. Beyond taht oversimplification, I know enough about West Indian attitudes about (faux) masculinity to know that my man will be better served to go somewhere in Frisco and start waiting tables.
Trust me.
Tell me what’s on your mind. Eh’body and they mama’s got something on their minds with this one. But before you get too crunk, watch yourself. Though I’m good to use slurs against nearly anyone, I’m not able to let slurs against gays just slide. One day, I’ll explain my rationale behind that.