R&B Divas LA – Reunion Parts 1 and 2 A Review and Other Stuff

I have not been on a true vacation in over 5 years. I really need one. I am the sweetest, nicest person but when I am cranky – watch out! lol What makes me cranky? Lack of sleep, rest, tranquility . . . having no vacation time life until November. #ARGH.

Reality TV is my little escape from this stressful world. Sitting at a computer all day is enough to drive anyone stir-crazy. I watch. I write. The world keeps spinning on its axis.

This past week, I watched the R&B Divas Season 2 Reunion – Part 1 and 2. I am left wondering why we women cannot get along and build. Actually, I am re-watching it again because I am still confused.

No one seems to like each other and I DON’T GET IT. As an observer, I see that each woman is marginalized in the industry. If they would only collaborate, they could be a force of change and great music. A perfect example is the Puerto Rican project.

If you have been a long time reader of mine, you know I have a soft spot for Puerto Ricans, er, Puerto Rico. (I want to go on vacation so bad.)

How can you be mad in Puerto Rico?

The ladies are commissioned by the Puerto Rican Tourist Bureau to create a song for Puerto Rican tourism. They create a beautiful song. That fact is lost among the fighting over rehearsal, parts, performance. They argue in a rain forest.

Side note: Some friends went to Puerto Rico this summer and had an argument in the rain forest. 

On the reunion, everyone airs their grievances about Chante Moore. Chrisette Michele, Lil’ Mo and Leelah James to some extent are not feeling Chante Moore. They state she acts like the world revolves around her. Chante is sitting on that couch looking freaking flawless, like, I woke up like this . . . flawless. I am left wondering if this is the real source of the problem. Pretty girls do have it tough. Like, oh, that pretty girl doesn't wanna be my friend. I hate her! lol

Insults . . . apologies . . . body guard . . . and a pink elephant all make their appearances. Watching this has me drained.

I write for therapy. I write to understand life and myself. Ultimately, I am looking at the world searching for my reflection. As a black woman and a singer – I thought I could identify with these women. They are doing what they love for a living. Does it get any better than this in life? 

So why so serious?                                                    

After sitting through this, I really need a vacation. . . Puerto Rico? Note to self: Stay away from the rain forest. 

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