For Art’s Sake!!

For Art’s Sake!!

I realize that all Art is subjective but Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I remember being asked by some friends to go to this performance space in NYC to see this “performance art show!”

I found out later that one of my friends had this mad crush on one of the performers. So we were planning on going out anyway and I thought.. Ok no biggie!! We see the show then go clubbin…

So we pay like 10 bucks for this little rat hole room like space. You did not even need a mic because there was no room for it. So this is what they call intimate theatre.?????

OK. So we sit up front, not like there was a mad rush for seats

There I was all in black- hair perfect and looking forward to getting the boogie in my socks..

This odd music comes on and this guy walks center stage. He has a huge family style box of corn flakes in his hand. Then this voice over comes on mixed with the bad music and the voice says. Maze! Stuffed! Taken from American Indians.

I’m thinking ok – I have a bridge for sale~~~

Then the guy opens the corn flake box and begins taking handfuls of flakes and shoving them in his mouth.. Again and again.. Until his checks looked like Dizzy Gillespie on a trumpet solo….

I’m thinking, hummmmmm, my buddy wants to bang this dude???

He must have had half the box in his mouth… The voice over says FULL!!! Ya know what he did?? He blows the flakes out of his mouth!!! And yes, there I was front and center now lookin like I had tweed on and my hair immediately had highlights…

Well that was it~~~ THIS ITALIAN CHICK – YELLED OH SHIT!!! GRABBED THE BOX FROM THE “ARTIST” AND HIT HIM WITH IT!!!  YUP I DID… Then walked out!

Then I went to a draw-a- thon in the village.. Ya think I would have learned but no!   I sit with my real artist friends and all of a sudden a man and woman walk on stage naked, naked I tell ya! He has a feather on his appendage and she has lace over her eyes. Hummmmmmm. The class begins and there I was with a note pad ready to write whatever came to mind.

Then the music changes and this woman comes riding threw the scene in a baby scooter, yodeling????

Now I look around and no one was affected but me. Hummmmmm.

Then this very mature man, ok this friggin oldddddd dude walks into the scene with his appendage in full view with a ribbon wrapped around it. Now I felt like Woody Allen in a Fellini ugly movie all neurotic and wondering, is it me or what?

I did however realize a few things after these experiences!

Art indeed is in the eye of the beholder!! And I like my porn on TV not live! Now I know why Van Gosh cut his ear off.

I’m workin on it ~ Jeezzzz

Relationships and the complexities there of! 

Who was the one that said this shit was easy? That Love conquers all? That TWO is beta than one.

And da Mook’s that sang, “One is the loneliest number!”

I have always been a Hopeful Romantic! Da Jiminy Cricket of Love. Docta Feel Good.

What I have learned from this is that when my friends are pissed and tainted they don’t wanna here al DA Love shit. They want revenge or a master plan to fix it or make it go away. Or they wanna complain and not do a damn thing about it. Ohhhfahhhhhhhh.

So that advice I have been spooning out is this.

It takes 2 to Baby! You can’t do all the work yourself.

I have realized that longevity in a relationship is admirable but then the sex Peter’s out (pun intended). Or it’s just bad sex and then every one sings, “Where is the love!”

I think today’s relationships are more complex than in the days when you had to send a love note by horse. OK it might’a taken you longer to get outta your corset but think of all that teasing until you got it off. Minchia!

Today we have GPS in his car, on his phone.Then there is the cheater’s App! You neva heard of that one? Well, let me tell ya. It’s an App you install on your cell. Then when da Gumada or Gumbah calls or texts you, its goes to a dropbox on your phone so that no one can read or here the phone. Nice huh!! Just what we need.

Then there are all of these disorders where meds are needed to keep Da Love calm and normal.

Oh and let’s not forget the ones that carry their past around with them like it was yesterday and still live in it.

Or the EX wife or hubby that wont go away.  Oh Mother of GOD….STOP THE INSANITY.

How can you find the magic again or reignite the flame when you got cheaters App, Med’s, Depression, living in the past and magical thinking going on.

I’ll tell ya how! IT’S WORK!

OK, so ya start of positive. Like WOW we are gonna work on this. Its’ all Good!

You tell everyone you know, Yeah it’s cool. We are on the right track.

Until some time passes and you realize you are the only one doin the WORK. !! W T F !!!

So I’m thinking! What ya really need to do is have a heart to heart with you first. Then get da Mook you love and lay out the situation. Don’t we all work hard enough, do we really need to have to work at LOVE?

I thought is was suppose to come naturally. But I guess that’s even changes with the times.

Take a deep breath, think positive and go for it.

What you may lose may just be what you need.

Opt out of da work deal and take da package deal..

NYC BS ! Save the Village Scandal

Ok This Italian Chick is pissed  !!!

One of my FAV stores in the East Village called the VILLAGE SCANDAL i being threatened by eviction!

I was in the store last week and was advised of all this nonsense ~~~

This shop has been a staple in the community for many years and the owner Wendy is a lovely woman.

Wendy the owner has been in a battle of corruption and deceit with A.J. Clarke, the property management company. Apparently she has been paying them (has canceled check to prove it) and they have not been disseminating the funds to the Landlord. They are tying to evict her !!

Hummmmmm, I smell a RAT here!!

What it is with all this corruption? All they talk abut is helping small businesses survive and here is a clear example of the BS that goes one. All for the greed of Da Slum Lords and the Property Managers ( Da Loan Sharks)

Please sign this petition to help her and all small business and stop the NYC corruption and slum Lords.

Petition by iPetitions

THE FOUR SEASONS

The Four Seasons

Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree won’t mean a thing if you’re not here with me?

What is it about the holidays that heightens the word relationship or lack their of. It seems that during the holidays the strangest emotions start to creep up.

You were fine in September?

Is it do to the change of seasons? Does this only happen to people that are single? Is Hallmark part of a conspiracy who’s intent is to take you on a visuraul roller costar of emotions while watching heart wrenching commercials that make Frank Capra seem mild. Jeez

So now, after seeing the commercials and reading the cards you find out at time of purchase you get a free kissing bear!! Oh Please..

It’s enough to tear your heart out, along with the fact that it feels somewhat like mulit-level marketing. So the medley continues.

“ I’ll have a blue Christmas without you”!

You find yourself reminiscing about other relationships of days gone by. Before you know it you’re in a cozy chair with a snifter of brandy and you’re on the Jacob Marley tour.

Your mind takes you through every bad relationship you ever had and what’s worse is that you actually start missing them!

Oh my God! It must be something in the eggnog or perhaps the mistletoe works like catnip in reverse.

It actually starts in the fall around pumpkin season. All of a sudden you feel this despair about not being in the patch. Then you have this insatiable urge for cider. Oh lord, and let’s not forget the raging fireplace. As the wind whistles you hear the voices of all your Ex.’s.

The scary part is that you know you cannot escape Christmas and the ever-dreadful New Year’s Eve.

But you awaken in the New Year and realize that God has some sense of humor. So you feel better, you did it! You got through to another year with a smidgen of hope left in your heart and then before you know it, spring is in the air. OK so you weathered the storm so to speak and now you have to deal with blue skies and sultry warm nights and then you have this desire to walk in the park and smell the flowers and look at sunsets and hear the ocean.

The sad part is that everyone you meet does not fit the criteria. You have also realized that apparently you learned some lessons in the dead of winter cause settling is no longer an option. But yet you continue to do the dance and remain optimistic and proactive.

Yes optimistic and proactive is now called dating!

It’s like going on an interview.

Q- What do you do for a living?

A- Well, I’m in banking.

Q- Do you like it?

A- Hummm, I suppose. Yes I like puppies and sunsets and long walks on the beach.

Oh Lord….And so it goes….

It’s the Good, the Bad and the Ugly, and oh yea by the way I have dated them all as well..

So you grow tired and throw yourself into your work and optimistic and proactive becomes sparatic. The sad part is that you have done all this work on yourself and there’s no one home to see it.

But then when I least expected it God sent me an amazing person, a muse. Ok a muse with an attitude, fiery, feisty but nonetheless the most remarkable person I have ever met.

They say Love comes from the most unexpected places and I certainly did not expect this! I have meet people that have said they were ready, willing and able and then only to find that they were truly unavailable, unwilling and not capable.

So I am happy to say that I am so looking forward to the pumpkin patch and the cider and the raging fireplace. The Christmas tree, the lights and the strike of midnight on New Years Eve. The sunsets, the beach and cold winter nights.

Is it scary, yeah! Am I scared, most certainly!

I am no longer trying to fit a square peg into a round whole. I found what could be the greatest love of my life.

They say you only have one of them or at least that’s what Sonny said in a Bronx Tale. So when God sends you a gift I’m thinkin you shouldn’t ignore it. I know he has a sense of humor but I don’t want to push it. The last thing I wanna do is piss off God!!

Cider anyone…

October ~ ITALIAN HERITAGE MONTH

He was born in Reggio, Calabria and came to America when he was a young man in his late teens.

When he arrived he was greeted by cousins and then was given a job in construction. Breaking concrete and only surrounding himself with those that knew his culture.

He then was introduced to my Mom, it was a brief relationship and at 16 years old she married him. My Mom raised all her siblings as her Mother passed young and kept house for her Father, who came here from Naples.

As soon as they were married my Dad was drafted in the army and was deployed back to Europe.

Once he returned, he continued in construction and then opened the first Taxi Company in Fort Lee, NJ.

Dad drove and Mom was home with us, taking the calls….

At a young age I knew we were different! Not the average American family for sure. All I know is that I was so intrigued with this culture, the language and the food.

One by one, year after year my Dad sent for his family. They lived with us until they secured employment and then moved on. With each cousin came a new experience for me. I learned that they all had been promised when they were born. I never knew quite what that meant until my cousin Tina’s future husband arrived in America. That was the only part of the culture I wanted no part of !!!!

They all shared different stories of their homeland, the farms, the music and the food, ahhhh the food!!! It was like a visceral fairytale for me.

We received boxes from Italy filled with cheese and tuna. Candy, oil and of course photos. I can still remember what that food tasted like, smelled like!

Then my Dad’s Mother finally came to visit. I was in awe!!

She was this small woman with braided hair around her entire head. Her clothes were in layers?

Each night I would sit with her and she would hold up a hairbrush and say,” Spazzola per capelli” – ah hairbrush and so it went. Any time she had something in her hand she would tell me in Italian and I locked it in.

Yes, we were different. We were passionate people. Loving people. People that talked of Italia like it were 5 miles away.

Proud people, people that valued tradition and the family.

Not unlike many other family’s that have migrated to this country from other counties.

Hollywood made films about our Culture that at times may have only pointed out the stereotypical Gangster. However we cannot take this to heart, as indeed there was organized crime in all cultures.

Years ago  to be called a Guido was a badge of honor. Today , not so much “J

Which is why I always valued diversity.

When I hear people say, “ these people come here and take over the county”, does it anger me? You bet it does! Why? Because I am the child of an immigrant that came to here make a better life.

So Happy Italian Heritage Month!

And remember the food, the music, the tradition and the family! The Culture…

And remember the struggle that our Mothers and Fathers encountered in a strange land looking to find their way.

Hey, if Dad never came here I could have been living in Italy!!!!!

What!!!!!!!! Oh Man.. Daddddddddddddddddd !!!!!!!!

Viva Italia

IN THE NAME OF LOVE

In the Name of Love!

I was inspired to write this piece by a friend whom is having a singles mixer. I think she is doing a great thing. However, I would call it HOOK UP FOR THE HOLIDAYS!

There are so many wonderful people out there looking for the Love of their life. Looking for people sans baggage! Look at this stage of the game you should just be happy if they have a messenger bag and not a trunk..

But I am a believer in believing! I believe that your Love is out there if you just have the patience and the faith to believe!!!!  So here it goes…

Oh my God! I am so happy! I can’t believe it. I never thought I could feel this way. I am so much in love  ~ ~ ~ ~      AGAIN?

How does this happen? I mean at times I suppose that people can misrepresent them selves. But at some point we have to take responsibility for being married to the fantasy. And stop loving the fiction but rather realizing the facts.

You find yourself going from one disaster relationship to another. And you even fool yourself into believing that you learned from the last one. So you create this façade of wisdom attached to your decision, just so your friends will support your madness.

Friends are great like that. Even if they think you are out of your mind they will say. O M G – I am soooo happy for you. Then they will call all your mutual friends and say – OK – are ya ready? She’s in love again!!

Yup and he has all the same qualities that all the rest did…

Now don’t get me wrong. It’s not wrong to want to be loved and share your dreams and passions and have a partner that you can build a life with.

But it can’t be with everyone you meet. And it can’t be with people that need fixing and it can’t be with dysfunctional addictive personalities.

As Sonny from a Bronx Tale said” You have three great one’s in your life”! Your first love, just so you have an expectation of things to come. Your second, because now you really know how to make love and have an understand of the meaning of dysfunction.

 And you’re third, because you have the wisdom from your past to know that this one will count!

Actually, I paraphrased! Sonny said something like that.

And how many people take the time to really get to know someone anymore? I believe it’s a lost art! And yet how many times do you hear, it was fine when we first met. But after a while I started seeing all these things?. Even when we see a red flag we can turn it into mauve.

 Perhaps if you took the time to really get to know someone you would not always wind up in a place where you are hurt or disappointed or worse -devastated.

We just jump right in and like 6 weeks later while you are having coffee with Mr. Goodbar- you look and say  ~ ~ what the hell am I doin with this mess???  O  M  G  …….

Is your motive a lust driven proposition? Which by the way is fine if that’s what you want.

Or is it that you just want that Magic & Passion so badly that you make everyone you meet be THE ONE~

 Let me correct one thing, it’s very difficult to be devastated. A person that is not a whole entity cannot devastate you.  We’d have the option to say, “no thanks”! But we let the externals or the physical manipulate the internals and then create our own non- reality.

And why would we do that! Well, perhaps we feel that we do not deserve to be happy! Nah, that’s not it. Or perhaps we feel that we can always fix them and make it better? Ahhhhhhhhh….

Look - It’s like shopping at a designer outlet and going to the rack that has slight imperfections. You think, Hummmm – If I did this or accessorize with that, this could work…..

You’ll miss the bigger picture. When someone shows you their true colors the first time, believe them.

 Slight imperfections are exactly that! At some point someone will say, “OH-you have a tear in your sweater!”

And you always say, “Really? Gosh – how’d that happen?”   

I understand that Tommy and his shine box might be HOT! But do you want to be married to Da Mob?

I understand that the Holidays ,any Holiday also can make you have bad judgment as well ~ ya know - The Tree, the lights, the tinsel, the BALLS  - Yikes…. Before ya know it your bringing home the guy that sold ya the tree.  Um – Ma, this is – what’s your name?

Is this just a GURL thang?

Or do Guys go throug this? Hummm – I wonder?

I can hear it now..

Yo Tony – I am so confused, this chick is makin me nutz, I feel so exposed and I am not sure if she really is committed to me? Why am I so vulnerable?

Yo Bobby – look this all goes back to when you was a kid!

Memba your Ma used to take the Cannoli away from you before you could finish it? She played all dese mind games wit chew and now you don’t trust any woman. Minga. I really think she loves ya!

Maybe is it just the Women! Maybe we’ve been disillusioned; maybe we have been fed a host of propaganda. Maybe we bought into the commercialism of love.

We are the ones who believe in all those love stories. “Splendor in the Grass”, “An Affair to Remember”, “The Way We Were”…And for the longest time I am sure some of us believed Lesley Ann Warren really was Cinderella….

Ya gotta believe that your GREAT ONE is out there. But I mean really believe it.

Now look if Jimmy” 2 times” does show up at your door with some wine and cannoli’s don’t close the door in his face.

 I mean ya don’t have to marry him – just leave the gun and take the CANNOLI!

 But don’t make a habit out if it!!!

Or maybe it’s premature imagination !!!

In the Name of Love!

I was inspired to write this piece by a friend whom is having a singles mixer. I think she is doing a great thing. However, I would call it HOOK UP FOR THE HOLIDAYS!

There are so many wonderful people out there looking for the Love of their life. Looking for people sans baggage! Look at this stage of the game you should just be happy if they have a messenger bag and not a trunk..

But I am a believer in believing! I believe that your Love is out there if you just have the patience and the faith to believe!!!!  So here it goes…

Oh my God! I am so happy! I can’t believe it. I never thought I could feel this way. I am so much in love  ~ ~ ~ ~      AGAIN?

How does this happen? I mean at times I suppose that people can misrepresent them selves. But at some point we have to take responsibility for being married to the fantasy. And stop loving the fiction but rather realizing the facts.

You find yourself going from one disaster relationship to another. And you even fool yourself into believing that you learned from the last one. So you create this façade of wisdom attached to your decision, just so your friends will support your madness.

Friends are great like that. Even if they think you are out of your mind they will say. O M G – I am soooo happy for you. Then they will call all your mutual friends and say – OK – are ya ready? She’s in love again!!

Yup and he has all the same qualities that all the rest did…

Now don’t get me wrong. It’s not wrong to want to be loved and share your dreams and passions and have a partner that you can build a life with.

But it can’t be with everyone you meet. And it can’t be with people that need fixing and it can’t be with dysfunctional addictive personalities.

As Sonny from a Bronx Tale said” You have three great one’s in your life”! Your first love, just so you have an expectation of things to come. Your second, because now you really know how to make love and have an understand of the meaning of dysfunction.

 And you’re third, because you have the wisdom from your past to know that this one will count!

Actually, I paraphrased! Sonny said something like that.

And how many people take the time to really get to know someone anymore? I believe it’s a lost art! And yet how many times do you hear, it was fine when we first met. But after a while I started seeing all these things?. Even when we see a red flag we can turn it into mauve.

 Perhaps if you took the time to really get to know someone you would not always wind up in a place where you are hurt or disappointed or worse -devastated.

We just jump right in and like 6 weeks later while you are having coffee with Mr. Goodbar- you look and say  ~ ~ what the hell am I doin with this mess???  O  M  G  …….

Is your motive a lust driven proposition? Which by the way is fine if that’s what you want.

Or is it that you just want that Magic & Passion so badly that you make everyone you meet be THE ONE~

 Let me correct one thing, it’s very difficult to be devastated. A person that is not a whole entity cannot devastate you.  We’d have the option to say, “no thanks”! But we let the externals or the physical manipulate the internals and then create our own non- reality.

And why would we do that! Well, perhaps we feel that we do not deserve to be happy! Nah, that’s not it. Or perhaps we feel that we can always fix them and make it better? Ahhhhhhhhh….

Look - It’s like shopping at a designer outlet and going to the rack that has slight imperfections. You think, Hummmm – If I did this or accessorize with that, this could work…..

You’ll miss the bigger picture. When someone shows you their true colors the first time, believe them.

 Slight imperfections are exactly that! At some point someone will say, “OH-you have a tear in your sweater!”

And you always say, “Really? Gosh – how’d that happen?”   

I understand that Tommy and his shine box might be HOT! But do you want to be married to Da Mob?

I understand that the Holidays ,any Holiday also can make you have bad judgment as well ~ ya know - The Tree, the lights, the tinsel, the BALLS  - Yikes…. Before ya know it your bringing home the guy that sold ya the tree.  Um – Ma, this is – what’s your name?

Is this just a GURL thang?

Or do Guys go throug this? Hummm – I wonder?

I can hear it now..

Yo Tony – I am so confused, this chick is makin me nutz, I feel so exposed and I am not sure if she really is committed to me? Why am I so vulnerable?

Yo Bobby – look this all goes back to when you was a kid!

Memba your Ma used to take the Cannoli away from you before you could finish it? She played all dese mind games wit chew and now you don’t trust any woman. Minga. I really think she loves ya!

Maybe is it just the Women! Maybe we’ve been disillusioned; maybe we have been fed a host of propaganda. Maybe we bought into the commercialism of love.

We are the ones who believe in all those love stories. “Splendor in the Grass”, “An Affair to Remember”, “The Way We Were”…And for the longest time I am sure some of us believed Lesley Ann Warren really was Cinderella….

Ya gotta believe that your GREAT ONE is out there. But I mean really believe it.

Now look if Jimmy” 2 times” does show up at your door with some wine and cannoli’s don’t close the door in his face.

 I mean ya don’t have to marry him – just leave the gun and take the CANNOLI!

 But don’t make a habit out if it!!!

Or maybe it’s premature imagination !!!

GUNZ & MOSES

I usually write about Love, Life and the oddities of it all. However since that massacre in Colorado I am pissed. I realize some of you peeps will be all in for going to da mattresses and having a war. Lets get da guns and arm everyone before dey get us attitude. We are supposed to be a civilized nation and to boot unda God. 


Look I am all for the right to protect your family and get um on your property shit. But this is not the wild, wild west! Or is it? The fact that any idiot or twisted Mook can order ammo on the Internet and take some whacked out drugs and shoot a village because Mommie pissed him off is sick! Look we need a lot of laws in this world. The ones we have are broken and misused. I am not completely against the second amendment but I am against arming the entire country in case you run into a Mook. 


Even this stop and frisk deal in NYC. Da People think it’s raciest? Noooooooooooooo – it’s to protect a kid who is playing in his bedroom from getting hit by a stray bullet! When I was a kid the only thing I worried about coming threw my window was rain ~ No wonder all the kids have all these neurological disorders today. They are scared shit. Since time began there have been lunatics. Jack the Ripper, Son of Sam, The Zodiac Killer and lets not forget the Craig’s List Killer. Should it be that we get guns now and load up for fear of running into to them? Big Gulp soda is banned but yet you can order a missile on the Internet? And lets not go Democrat and Republican here, this is about people not parties. After 9-11 we were told to go about our business and we did. But then all the laws that were put into place now affect us every day. You need to take a day off of work to go to the DMV and have 6 points of ID, why???? So a terrorist can’t get a license! 


Look it’s been determined that who ever these people are they can get what ever they need to get the job done and still not lose a day of work. A 22 versus an assault weapon makes a huge difference. Back in the Biblical days when a slingshot was the weapon of choice you had a chance. Once the tribe invented the bow and arrow then there was a problem. So we can all arm ourselves with 22’s or a German Lugar but it aint gonna do shit if someone has a semiautomatic in ya face. 


there's something happinin here what it is aint exactly clear theres a man with a gun over there tellin me i got to beware i think it's time we stop, children what's that sound everybody look what's goin down..
  And the words still apply today ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

DA MOB WIVES REVIEW ~ BY BOOM BOOM

Yo Peeps

So last night I watched Mob Wives - all I can say is I lost an hour of my life I will neva get back.! Mother of God !! WTF.
The only time its worth watchin is when there is a fight.
I did love Carla and Karen golfing .. R U kiddin me..All I wanted to see was Karen walk to the next green.
And Carla u disappointed me. You were the only one that did not fuck up any words, But last night ya said - dit-int? You meant didn't That's like sayin- jaeat! ya know did ya eat !!
Renee Wtf is wrong with you, Jr , Jr, Jr! U say everything in 3's, I wanna go home, Jr. You need freakin meds! AND THEN YOU WERE SLURRING? Are you snorting Ajax?
Then the 2 parties on the same night. Pleaseeeeeeeeee you Mooks. I gotta leave and go to Ramona "dat Rat's" party! WTF - this aint Christmas Eve dinna.
And Karen da nurse, Minchia !!! KAREN -- DONT WEAR WHITE. PLEASEEEEEEEEE

So next week another fight!! VH1 are u hard up? There is nothing fgoin on here but hole diggin.
So here be my plan - If I have to continue to watch this shit every week I am gona stab myself wit a fork.
Soooooo - I am only gona review when there is a fight !!
I AM GONNA ROLL ALL THE REALITY SHIT INTO ONE VIDEO.
CELEBRITY APPRENTICE, DANCING WIT DA MOOKS AND THIS MOB WIFE CRAP.!!
Come on kids, think about it! All we are doing is making them money. They have make up lines, clothing lines, books and more. Once they are done suckin us dry they are outta here wit da cash and we are da Mooks.
If you really want to see some shit go down come to my house for Christmas Eve - ohhhfahhh.
So dont get pulled in to this shit! Read a book or Bang your husband ~
Cuz we all know dat dis got nothin to do wit bein ITALIAN !!!

Mob Wives review by Maryann Boom Boom Maisano

The rants and raves of an Italian Chick: ITALIAN DISAPLINE

The rants and raves of an Italian Chick: ITALIAN DISAPLINE: ITALIAN DISAPLINE I realize that life evolves sometime for the good. Sometimes the turn of events are friggin crazy… When I was a kid we...

ITALIAN DISAPLINE

ITALIAN DISAPLINE

I realize that life evolves sometime for the good. Sometimes the turn of events are friggin crazy…

When I was a kid we had very little to amuse our selves.
Yup we had playgrounds. But all that was there was a chain link fence holding all that fun in.. There was a slide, swings and a teader totter. Oh yea and the best, there was gravel all over the playground floor…
Have u ever seen a playground today? Well first of all there is a sign with rules listed before u enter… Then its all color coordinated… Everything has foam rubber on it and even the ground is colored coated with a bouncie kind of material?
When kids fall off a swing today, they bounce – when we fell o we bled!!! Then your Mom would hit ya for fallin!!!!

And play dates! We never had play dates are u kiddin me.. If your friends showed up – cool. If not you were on your own.
Please my Dad was from Italy - we were not even allowed to date!!! Hahahaha

Time outs??? What – What!!!!!! Never, I never heard my Mom say, Maryann if u don’t stop that you are going in a time out or the naughty corner!! She would say, “Maryann, stop that!” She would give me 2 opportunities – then if I didn’t- Wham – her slipper to my head….Ohh fahhhhhhhhh.. Her slipper could go around corners. Her slippers were ALIVE!

Our toys were just plain and simple. No buttons, batteries, no hand held video games..

We has slinkeys, remember them?? It was just a wrapped up wire. You could move it side to side and make it walk down the stairs. Mine would never walk down the stairs – it was fall – like a drunk person! Then it would all unravel and get caught on my ear…

Etcha-scetch was our computer….with a DOS program. I would sit for hours trying to make a house- it was all right angles… There I was on the sofa, my tongue moving with the knobs and then finally, finally I made what resembled a house.. But the time I ran to the kitchen to show Mom it was erased!!!!
The magnet guy- memba him? The guy in the plastic with the magnetic ashes and the magnet pencil… There you were puling hair on his head and making mustaches. Oh Joy!!!

Ah yes and then Barbie! I hated Barbie’s – there was Malibu Barbie, Skipper – Barbie’s little hussy friend. And then Madge? Remember Madge? She was Barbie’s Italian friend that nobody wanted…
The first video game I got was PONG!! You sat there and watched this white ball bounce back and forth. After I played that I needed tums….
We had this statue of the Blessed Mother in the back yard. When my friend came over we got plywood from the cellar and put it on a slant over the statue, that was our slide. My Mom would yell out the back window – get off the Blessed Mother – that’s why we cant have nice things!!!!

When I was a kid – you got hit! Big deal so ya cried a little. But cha got hit!! Then you got the treat of, when Daddy gets home.. MINGA>…..Then Dad would get in and say. Do u want me to take out the belt?? Hummmmm – nah – I’m cool Dad…. Hahahahaha
Today kids have the 800 # to child services…
If we ever made a call like that –Ohh fahhhhhh. I can hear it now.
Marianna – don’t you ever go against that family…Do u understand..No way was I gona do that! Before ya know it I would be on a fishing trip with Fredo .
So maybe we need to go back to times when things were simple!

Let little Suzie eat a cookie, take the sprouts out of her lunch box.
On Sundays when we got out of bed and walked into the kitchen, Mom gave us 2 meatballs and a cup of coffee!! Yup, that was your breakfast!!!
Time out my ass~~~~
Maryann!!! Yea Ma !! Don’t make me come ova there and crack ya one.!! Ahhhhhhh , there’s no place like home

Mob Wives review by Boom Boom

Da Love Boat

Exciting and new ~ come aboard we’re expecting you!
Where is Julie the cruise ship director when you need her!!
We are indeed living in some whacked out times. The economy, da weather, so high tech that I can google earth your ass and find out where are.
Yet the oldest thing in the world is still the hardest - L O V E …
I have a friend ( whom shall remain nameless ) that is always in some kind of drama or in flux.
The people she meets all lie. Now come on peeps, why would you put up a photo of you that was taken 10 years ago? This includes da Women too!
What happens when someone wants to meet cha?
Why lie and pretend you are not married?
Oh I see, you wanna get a little !!! Minga….

What happened to that magic moment when you meet someone across a crowed room and fall deeply in love. I’ll tell ya what happened! The room’s aint that crowded any more and the room was replaced by your computer. Ahhhhhh High-Tech love… Skype me Baby….

Now look I am a huge fan of the Internet and all it has to offer. I even met my Honey on da net. However at some point when you finally get dat Face to Face with your potential new lover all of a sudden da thrill is gone?
Your imagination and the fantasy of it all can be so intoxicating that you are lead into a drug induced feeling of Loveness. But da face to face snaps your ass right out of it and you then find yourself on dat roller coaster doing a downward spiral. You’re sayin – do I meet the height requirement for this ride?
At times my friends have even said, well yeah I met him and I did not have that – ahhhhhhhh connection but I think I need to give it a little time. Before ya know it, da holidays are coming and you think well – I’m just gonna give it a little more time. WHY!!

Sometimes the holidays came make you do some dumb things! Like stay with someone you met at Halloween just because the season is on the way.

Lying - restraining orders – Oh My ~~~ and so it goes !!!
Whether you are the Hunter or the Huntress, Da Goombah or da Gomada -speak the truth! Dare to be different.
Meeting people is hard enough. Let alone going on the quest to find the love of your life.
If you’re lucky you can see through al the shit by the 2nd date. Sometimes it takes 6 months before you can see through the shit.
Stats prove that people can change their behavior for 6 months then after that they will go back to who they really are.. When someone shows you their true colors the first time, believe them. It is truly what it is.
We all have enough drama do we really need someone else’s? And don’t fall into that “ I don’t wana be alone BS!” Because after 6 months when u are having morning coffee and you look at the Mook across the table you will wanna beat your own ass with a stick..
Here is the road map of what to look for….
Someone who is present!
Someone that can give you love, mutual respect and who is considerate.
Someone that supports who and what you are.
Someone that knows a relationship means compromise and finding the middle of the road.
Someone you don’t settle for.
Someone you don’t have to fix or change, cuz guess what? Ya Can’t!
Now that you have a lot to bring to the table and that you deserve to feel all that passion and fire.

Look for understanding instead of miscommunication and frustration. Instead of friction and competition have mutual support and cooperation.
Continue to keep your heart open and hold on to an optimistic view of the future.
“For true partnership is achieved only by separate and whole beings who retain their separateness even as the unite. Remember to let the winds of Heaven dance between you”! So says the Rune of partnership.

Get back what you give and give what you get back. All that just to say balance and respect.
Once you have all that, the Passion, romance and spontaneity go hand and hand.
So promise yourself that you will no longer fool yourself with your own enchantment and expectation but be more vigilant in your quest.
Now isn’t that RomanticJ

So hang on to your Hat’s kid cause Valentine’s Day is right around da corner. Ahhhhh da pressure of it all… Your crew asks you~ you gotta date?
You think OMG what if I am alone on Valentines Day!!

Look the last thing you want to do is settle for da Mook who asks ya out and then have that tortured decision to make!

Ok if he buys me a really nice gift do I haf’ta BANG him?

Lions & Tigers & Bears ohhh Minga

Ahhhh , our YOUT !!! Memba all those crazy things ya did? The kinda crap that if someone called ya today and said hey, lets? - You’d say – What!!!!!!!!!!!!!.
Either you would be to tired?
Worried about da cash?
Too stressed?
Or worse – you lost your cannoli’s….

It was like 10 years ago! You can play that weird – odd creepy remembering music now!!!

I called a friend of mine and we were meeting in the City to go on Da Prowl.. My friend has this magical name – Glinda as in da Good Witch!! So hittin the clubs with her was always a friggin joy as everyone that met her said – ohhh – like the Good Witch..Duh -- However, she was more like the Good Bitch.!!! And I mean that in a good way!!!

So we had our usual phone chat about where to meet and what to wear. We were both filled with that hope & wanderlust of what the evening could have in store.
That is, until we got there?????????????? Oh Mother of God!!!!
It looked like the bar scene from Star Wars!! All these mutant peeps..
Bad cologne – bad hair- bad teeth and that’s the worse!!!! ewwwwwwww…
Our hopes had faded! OK, then we went to the next joint !!!!

NOoooooooooo!!! Worse!!!!!! This was the land of the misfit toys!!!! All I kept sayin was, don’t pay attention to the little man behind the curtain…. We did not even give eye contact!!! … When you’re in places like that you have to treat them like crazy peeps on the street – NO EYE CONTACT!! Pretend your Burt in SOAP – snap you fingers and disappear..!!!!

The only thing we were doing that was successful was getting DRUNK!!!! Big timeeeeeeeeeeee…

So after many a drink had to fall we decided to leave. Defeated – Wounded.
We ended up at our favorite diner type joint and did what every body does.. EAT…
After we felt like the drinks had withered we decided to hit the road…

I went to the register and asked for coffee to go, while I was waiting I noticed they had Gummy Bears!!! HUMMMMMMMM. SO BEING A HUGE IMPLUSE BUYER – I get me the coffee and a bag of Gummy Bears.

It was a beautiful evening, I had all the windows down and the moon roof opened, along with the radio blastin…I was zoomin down the West Side Highway like Mario Andretti.
The HOT coffee is in the cup holder and the bottle of water is on the floor of the passenger seat.

So there I am driving like I stole it – popin Gummy Bears and then I got Ballzy – I took handfuls of Gummy Bears and was shoving them in my mouth..
All of a sudden I realize the bears are stuck in my throat??????
OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG…

I start to cough.. Nothin….
Then I am chockin and making that terrible sound that goes along with it….
I look at the coffee – Its toooo HOTTTTTTTTTTT…
The water is on the floor and I am flyin down the west side highway- tryin to lean down, while choking trying to get it…

Sweat is drippin from my head – My life is flashin before my eyes…
I can read the headlines now.. Woman dies on the West side with Gummy Bears lodged in her throat!! OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG

The all of a sudden I give it this huge bellowing cough and out fly the BEARS…..
They landed on my windshield – splattered in the format of spread eagle…

And finally a sigh of relief!!!!
If I thought the Peeps in the Club looked bad, the sight of DA Bears on my windshield was worse.


My friend vowed never to drink again! And I vowed never to eat Gummy Bears while drivin!!!

NEXT

What’s in a name? Names are extremely important especially if it’s regarding your business. It then becomes your Brand.
So why is it some comedy clubs name the place, Funny Bones or LOL’s and so on. I neva got that! I mean think about it, are you gonna call your friends laughing on the phone going, OMG lets go to Funny Bones, hahahahhahaa OK?
What if all clubs named them for what they are?
Like “ One Night Stand” or “BANG” or STD’s. Would ya go?
Names can also create an inference in our minds about things. We find ourselves acting differently because we have set it up that way based on what ya head branded it as.
I remember back in my dating days I had this wooden box and I used a magic maker and wrote across the top of the box, “NEXT!”
Any time I was dating I would take the cards or letters or what eva they gave me and put it in this box called, next.
Every time I broke up with someone I then went to the garbage opened the NEXT box and emptied it.
When the next one came along all there shit went back into the Next box.
I suppose this was not a very optimistic approach to have because in my mind they were all NEXT!
I think sometimes we are the wooden box! We lock all of our fears, baggage and insecurities in it and assume that it will protect us if we just remain closed.
One day after giving up on the notion of ever meeting anyone that could be “THE ONE”, I took the next box and tossed it in the garbage.
Then the work began~ my motto was ~ “If you continue to do the same things everyday expecting different results, Slap yourself now!”
If you think you are gonna change someone, forget it~ It aint happening.
So after I did all this self-discovery I was really kinda cool with it all.
I was content with just hangin out with me rather than settling.

Then for a birthday a friend of mine gave me a new box. This one was cardboard with Moons and Stars on it. No room to label it.
I month after I got that box, I found the Love of my Life.
So get rid of all the old garbage and open yourself and your heart and BOOM – no more Next. And neva go to a comedy club called LOL..

TO BE OR NOT TO BE -REALITY

TO BE OR NOT TO BE -REALITY


I looked up the definition of REALITY and here it is:

re·al·i·ty
1. The quality or state of being actual or true.
2. One, such as a person, an entity, or an event, that is actual:
3. The totality of all things possessing actuality, existence, or essence.
4. That which exists objectively and in fact:

Relating to or being a genre of television or film in which a storyline is created by editing footage of people interacting or competing with one another in unscripted, unrehearsed situations.

Bull shit !!~!~ There is no reality in reality TV. The Producers set the theme! They look for HYPE – SCANDEL and any other nonsense that will draw us in or create Hoopla so more will watch.

Which brings me to MTV’s reality show called: JERSEY SHORE!
O M G – Now this is a train wreck with High Hair and lots O gel.

The Italian American Organizations are so pissed off.
I am 1st generation Italian and I am an Entertainer. As you know I am the producer & headliner of THE ITALIAN CHICKS, an all female comedy/variety show. There is a way to do and say things whereby you can still maintain some integrity. MINGA!!! ☺


So I did watch the show the other night? I could not make it thru the entire episode as I thought I was gonna stick a fork in my eye!! Jeezzzzzzz…..Then I watch it again this week – whose doin who, whose tan is better, whose hair is higher, who got drunk, whose getting some. But hey, I disliked Real World and I dont know if anyone was Italian on that?

I don’t now who these kids think they are emulating because the talent is elusive and the muscles and hair product and fake boobs and De-da gurls are all a mess…
But cha know what? I got news for ya – even Polish kids act like that!!!!
If you think this show is bad! This makes Growing up Gotti look like Masterpiece Theatre..
But really now, who else are these Mooks gonna emulate?
We have amazing Italian American writers and directors, like Martin Martin Scorsese and Mario Puzio. They created classics like The Godfather, Goodfella’s, Casino. Movies that folks watch over and over again.
We also have Michelangelo and Pavoratti! But ya think these kids are gona emulate those guys? NO!
I can understand the slight that certain Organizations are feeling but enough – Basta!!!
Show the movie with Charlton Heston portraying Michelangelo and see if da kids down the shore wanna dress like him?
Or maybe they wanna dress up like Pavoratti? I think not!


As you say “Snookie” –“ these Italian American or what eva you call them” are saying that because you are all acting like Mook’s & Putana’s. And yes, maybe the club scene has changed since they were young and they feel, “ is this what people will think we are”?

If ya think the show is ridicules – Hey don’t watch it!!
Come on now this has all become our reality?
We got Da NJ Housewives! Beverly Hills Housewives and many otha state’s Housewives.
Mob Wives!
I really hope you all don’t think this shit is real?
They all hang out with each other and eat meatballs and shit while da money is being direct deposited. Cha- Ching !! But really now does Caroline Manzo really need more money?


I received an email from NIAF – National Italian American Foundation and the subject read –
Italian Americans are Under Attack!

WHAT!!! W H A T ~ ~ Are you kidding me? Look, I think all these Italian American Organizations do some wonderful fundraising and great things for community. I can understand that they are dismayed at the stereotypical references but did you ever hear of a little thing called a SATIRE?
I mean really now, not all of us were born with a silver spoon in our mouths and only a few of us have placed the stick so far up, ya know!
My Father was born in Reggio, Calabria and he was not a Gansta!

But at some point we have to realize the difference between fact and fiction. We have to know that a movie also exaggerates the point for dramatic and artistic purposes.
Tony Soprano was NOT REAL!
So what is real! Yes we do have organized crime –FACT!!
We do have crime Bosses – FACT!
Most of these folks are Italian – FACT!

Did you ever walk down any street in NY and not see these kinds of characters?
Yes you have! Some of them are not even Italian, they are NEW YAWKERS !!!!
Or what they call Italophiles.
What is an Italophile you ask? Someone whom is not Italian but loves the culture or a wanna be.

Look it would be lovely if the world emulated all the amazing Italians that gave us concerto’s ,song , art, sculpture and there are some very talented folks out there doing just that. So BUY their work, will ya.
But with all due respect, I think you all should lie back on these biting attempts to quell everything. Here is what Italian American Assocation’s are doing:
• ASKING ALL SPONSORS TO PULL THERE PROMO’S
• ASKING FOR BOYCOTTS
• ASKING FOR CANELATIONS

HUMMMMMMM, sure sounds like a threat to me? Be careful, the zepolie does not fall far from the pot!! Before you know it you will be sounding like all the shows you hate.

And the last thing you want is to get that Al Sharpton reputation?

So as the saying goes, “why cant we all just get along”!

Do I hate the Jersey Shore show, YES!
Why?
Not because they make Italian’s look like Mook’s but because the show SUCKS!! Simple !

Did I hate the Soprano’s, NO? Because it was a fiction based drama!

Now, the reality show - ( Kate plus 8 ) if she was Italian would that be an issues too? Because I hated that show…

Così siamo tutti parte di una famiglia. Alcuni sono buoni, altri sono cattivi e alcuni sono pazzi!
Dobbiamo sostenere tutti gli americani decente italiana.
La criminalità organizzata è stato qui per sempre non possiamo fermare o cambiare, è come il governo.
Vivi e lascia vivere e and Viva Italia!

Translation: So we all belong to a family. Some are good some are bad and some are crazy!
We should support all decent Italian Americans.
Organized crime has been here forever we can’t stop it or change it, it's like the Government.
Live and let live and Viva Italia.

Now go home and get your Shine Box !!!

TO BE OR NOT TO BE -REALITY

I looked up the definition of REALITY and here it is:

re·al·i·ty
1. The quality or state of being actual or true.
2. One, such as a person, an entity, or an event, that is actual:
3. The totality of all things possessing actuality, existence, or essence.
4. That which exists objectively and in fact:

Relating to or being a genre of television or film in which a storyline is created by editing footage of people interacting or competing with one another in unscripted, unrehearsed situations.

Bull shit !!~!~ There is no reality in reality TV. The Producers set the theme! They look for HYPE – SCANDEL and any other nonsense that will draw us in or create Hoopla so more will watch.

Which brings me to MTV’s reality show called: JERSEY SHORE!
O M G – Now this is a train wreck with High Hair and lots O gel.

The Italian American Organizations are so pissed off.
I am 1st generation Italian and I am an Entertainer. As you know I am the producer & headliner of THE ITALIAN CHICKS, an all female comedy/variety show. There is a way to do and say things whereby you can still maintain some integrity. MINGA!!! ☺


So I did watch the show the other night? I could not make it thru the entire episode as I thought I was gonna stick a fork in my eye!! Jeezzzzzzz…..Then I watch it again this week – whose doin who, whose tan is better, whose hair is higher, who got drunk, whose getting some. But hey, I disliked Real World and I dont know if anyone was Italian on that?

I don’t now who these kids think they are emulating because the talent is elusive and the muscles and hair product and fake boobs and De-da gurls are all a mess…
But cha know what? I got news for ya – even Polish kids act like that!!!!
If you think this show is bad! This makes Growing up Gotti look like Masterpiece Theatre..
But really now, who else are these Mooks gonna emulate?
We have amazing Italian American writers and directors, like Martin Martin Scorsese and Mario Puzio. They created classics like The Godfather, Goodfella’s, Casino. Movies that folks watch over and over again.
We also have Michelangelo and Pavoratti! But ya think these kids are gona emulate those guys? NO!
I can understand the slight that certain Organizations are feeling but enough – Basta!!!
Show the movie with Charlton Heston portraying Michelangelo and see if da kids down the shore wanna dress like him?
Or maybe they wanna dress up like Pavoratti? I think not!


As you say “Snookie” –“ these Italian American or what eva you call them” are saying that because you are all acting like Mook’s & Putana’s. And yes, maybe the club scene has changed since they were young and they feel, “ is this what people will think we are”?

If ya think the show is ridicules – Hey don’t watch it!!
Come on now this has all become our reality?
We got Da NJ Housewives! Beverly Hills Housewives and many otha state’s Housewives.
Mob Wives!
I really hope you all don’t think this shit is real?
They all hang out with each other and eat meatballs and shit while da money is being direct deposited. Cha- Ching !! But really now does Caroline Manzo really need more money?


I received an email from NIAF – National Italian American Foundation and the subject read –
Italian Americans are Under Attack!

WHAT!!! W H A T ~ ~ Are you kidding me? Look, I think all these Italian American Organizations do some wonderful fundraising and great things for community. I can understand that they are dismayed at the stereotypical references but did you ever hear of a little thing called a SATIRE?
I mean really now, not all of us were born with a silver spoon in our mouths and only a few of us have placed the stick so far up, ya know!
My Father was born in Reggio, Calabria and he was not a Gansta!

But at some point we have to realize the difference between fact and fiction. We have to know that a movie also exaggerates the point for dramatic and artistic purposes.
Tony Soprano was NOT REAL!
So what is real! Yes we do have organized crime –FACT!!
We do have crime Bosses – FACT!
Most of these folks are Italian – FACT!

Did you ever walk down any street in NY and not see these kinds of characters?
Yes you have! Some of them are not even Italian, they are NEW YAWKERS !!!!
Or what they call Italophiles.
What is an Italophile you ask? Someone whom is not Italian but loves the culture or a wanna be.

Look it would be lovely if the world emulated all the amazing Italians that gave us concerto’s ,song , art, sculpture and there are some very talented folks out there doing just that. So BUY their work, will ya.
But with all due respect, I think you all should lie back on these biting attempts to quell everything. Here is what Italian American Assocation’s are doing:
• ASKING ALL SPONSORS TO PULL THERE PROMO’S
• ASKING FOR BOYCOTTS
• ASKING FOR CANELATIONS

HUMMMMMMM, sure sounds like a threat to me? Be careful, the zepolie does not fall far from the pot!! Before you know it you will be sounding like all the shows you hate.

And the last thing you want is to get that Al Sharpton reputation?

So as the saying goes, “why cant we all just get along”!

Do I hate the Jersey Shore show, YES!
Why?
Not because they make Italian’s look like Mook’s but because the show SUCKS!! Simple !

Did I hate the Soprano’s, NO? Because it was a fiction based drama!

Now, the reality show - ( Kate plus 8 ) if she was Italian would that be an issues too? Because I hated that show…

Così siamo tutti parte di una famiglia. Alcuni sono buoni, altri sono cattivi e alcuni sono pazzi!
Dobbiamo sostenere tutti gli americani decente italiana.
La criminalità organizzata è stato qui per sempre non possiamo fermare o cambiare, è come il governo.
Vivi e lascia vivere e and Viva Italia!

Translation: So we all belong to a family. Some are good some are bad and some are crazy!
We should support all decent Italian Americans.
Organized crime has been here forever we can’t stop it or change it, it's like the Government.
Live and let live and Viva Italia.

Now go home and get your Shine Box !!!

To be or not to be ~ reality !

TO BE OR NOT TO BE -REALITY


I looked up the definition of REALITY and here it is:

re·al·i·ty
1. The quality or state of being actual or true.
2. One, such as a person, an entity, or an event, that is actual:
3. The totality of all things possessing actuality, existence, or essence.
4. That which exists objectively and in fact:

Relating to or being a genre of television or film in which a storyline is created by editing footage of people interacting or competing with one another in unscripted, unrehearsed situations.

Bull shit !!~!~ There is no reality in reality TV. The Producers set the theme! They look for HYPE – SCANDEL and any other nonsense that will draw us in or create Hoopla so more will watch.

Which brings me to MTV’s reality show called: JERSEY SHORE!
O M G – Now this is a train wreck with High Hair and lots O gel.

The Italian American Organizations are so pissed off.
I am 1st generation Italian and I am an Entertainer. As you know I am the producer & headliner of THE ITALIAN CHICKS, an all female comedy/variety show. There is a way to do and say things whereby you can still maintain some integrity. MINGA!!! ☺


So I did watch the show the other night? I could not make it thru the entire episode as I thought I was gonna stick a fork in my eye!! Jeezzzzzzz…..Then I watch it again this week – whose doin who, whose tan is better, whose hair is higher, who got drunk, whose getting some. But hey, I disliked Real World and I dont know if anyone was Italian on that?

I don’t now who these kids think they are emulating because the talent is elusive and the muscles and hair product and fake boobs and De-da gurls are all a mess…
But cha know what? I got news for ya – even Polish kids act like that!!!!
If you think this show is bad! This makes Growing up Gotti look like Masterpiece Theatre..
But really now, who else are these Mooks gonna emulate?
We have amazing Italian American writers and directors, like Martin Martin Scorsese and Mario Puzio. They created classics like The Godfather, Goodfella’s, Casino. Movies that folks watch over and over again.
We also have Michelangelo and Pavoratti! But ya think these kids are gona emulate those guys? NO!
I can understand the slight that certain Organizations are feeling but enough – Basta!!!
Show the movie with Charlton Heston portraying Michelangelo and see if da kids down the shore wanna dress like him?
Or maybe they wanna dress up like Pavoratti? I think not!

If ya think the show is ridicules – Hey don’t watch it!!
Come on now this has all become our reality?
We got Da NJ Housewives! Beverly Hills Housewives and many otha state’s Housewives.
Mob Wives!
I really hope you all don’t think this shit is real?
They all hang out with each other and eat meatballs and shit while da money is being direct deposited. Cha- Ching !! But really now does Caroline Manzo really need more money?


I received an email from NIAF – National Italian American Foundation and the subject read –
Italian Americans are Under Attack!

WHAT!!! W H A T ~ ~ Are you kidding me? Look, I think all these Italian American Organizations do some wonderful fundraising and great things for community. I can understand that they are dismayed at the stereotypical references but did you ever hear of a little thing called a SATIRE?
I mean really now, not all of us were born with a silver spoon in our mouths and only a few of us have placed the stick so far up, ya know!
My Father was born in Reggio, Calabria and he was not a Gansta!

But at some point we have to realize the difference between fact and fiction. We have to know that a movie also exaggerates the point for dramatic and artistic purposes.
Tony Soprano was NOT REAL!
So what is real! Yes we do have organized crime –FACT!!
We do have crime Bosses – FACT!
Most of these folks are Italian – FACT!

Did you ever walk down any street in NY and not see these kinds of characters?
Yes you have! Some of them are not even Italian, they are NEW YAWKERS !!!!
Or what they call Italophiles.
What is an Italophile you ask? Someone whom is not Italian but loves the culture or a wanna be.

Look it would be lovely if the world emulated all the amazing Italians that gave us concerto’s ,song , art, sculpture and there are some very talented folks out there doing just that. So BUY their work, will ya.
But with all due respect, I think you all should lie back on these biting attempts to quell everything. Here is what Italian American Assocation’s are doing:
• ASKING ALL SPONSORS TO PULL THERE PROMO’S
• ASKING FOR BOYCOTTS
• ASKING FOR CANELATIONS

HUMMMMMMM, sure sounds like a threat to me? Be careful, the zepolie does not fall far from the pot!! Before you know it you will be sounding like all the shows you hate.

And the last thing you want is to get that Al Sharpton reputation?

So as the saying goes, “why cant we all just get along”!

Do I hate the Jersey Shore show, YES!
Why?
Not because they make Italian’s look like Mook’s but because the show SUCKS!! Simple !

Did I hate the Soprano’s, NO? Because it was a fiction based drama!

Now, the reality show - ( Kate plus 8 ) if she was Italian would that be an issues too? Because I hated that show…

Così siamo tutti parte di una famiglia. Alcuni sono buoni, altri sono cattivi e alcuni sono pazzi!
Dobbiamo sostenere tutti gli americani decente italiana.
La criminalità organizzata è stato qui per sempre non possiamo fermare o cambiare, è come il governo.
Vivi e lascia vivere e and Viva Italia!

Translation: So we all belong to a family. Some are good some are bad and some are crazy!
We should support all decent Italian Americans.
Organized crime has been here forever we can’t stop it or change it, it's like the Government.
Live and let live and Viva Italia.

Now go home and get your Shine Box !!!

Boom Boom review's last week's Mob Wives show

Ya love um, ya hate um. Make's no matter as they are here.
So check it out ~ more to come..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFUXJbHRfyI