Quoted: Jada Pinkett Smith On Keeping a Strong Marriage

In two years, Jada Pinkett Smith will have been married to her hunky BFF, Will for two entire decades. That’s a whole lot of loving by Hollywood’s standards. While doing press at the TCA’s for her new FOX series “Gotham,” the actress of course shared her wisdom on fighting the good fight.

“Your partner has to be your best, best, friend. And he’s my best friend.” “You have to have kind of a warrior mentality. You have to be a solider for love. You have to be able to withstand tough times and just because the tough times come doesn’t mean it’s time to stop… it means it’s time to dig in.”


If I’m Still Single in My 40s

It appears I’ve entered that age bracket where all of my peers have laced up their sneakers in efforts to race to the altar. All my good girlfriends are shopping for wedding gowns and keenly editing down invite lists, and I’m just sitting around waiting for the third season of “Orange Is the New Black.” My brother and my closest cousin are both engaged, and I haven’t been in a legit serious relationship since high school. Even my mother said she doesn’t think I’m the “marriage type,” whatever that is. But all good though. I think I know my own type. I’m going to date around, but mostly stay single throughout my 30s. I may have a kid, but the actual father attachment figure will be optional. Then all of a sudden BOOM! When I’m 42ish, you’ll see me still slim and trim from maintaining my low-child-bearing-figure, with a hunky, gray-haired fox strutting down Miami Beach. That’s right, I’m totally going to be Sofia Vergara and my fox will be Joe Manganiello. You jealous or nah?

But on a serious note, how hot are these two as a couple? When I downloaded this photo flames shot through the back of my computer screen. They’re just so chill and unfazed by the current Hollywood baby boom and engagement trend. Sofia’s batteries died in her biological clock a long time ago and she doesn’t care what time it is. Who knows if their love will last? It’s just good still being hot in your 40s, and having someone to be hot with.

Are you married or in a serious relationship? Or maybe single just like me? Let me here your thoughts below.

Photo Credit: @PopSugar, @DailyMail

The Weekend: Chef Roble, Janelle Monae, & Miss Lily’s

I thought it would be cool to start a new section on this blog dedicated solely to the weekends. The weekend, whether you decided to be holed up on the couch in your jammies with a gallon of rocky road, or hit the streets in a new outfit, it has a way of creating an escape from work, school, bills and relationship or family drama. Mine went a little something like this…

My homegirl suggested we try to hit up Chef Roble’s “Everyday People Brunch” at the DL. Yes, there’s an intentional emphasis on “try.” We tried to go before, and after waiting on line for an hour the doorman decided to hike the entry price to $60. (Tuh, not I said the cat.) You have to be there super early or face bargaining with the bouncers if you want to get in.

My morning did not go as planned. After tossing a light blue dress (which much to my surprise was actually ultra-sheer) and a frilly pleated skirt (which again, much to my surprise was too dang small) to the side, I settled on a silk white blouse with a pair of black silk shorts. That is until my frantic trying-on-session resulted in me ripping the damn shirt. I just knew I would be late.

I was out the door at 2:30, and of course the A-train decides to arrive thirty minutes late.

Ed Note: I own a car, but didn’t feel like driving, though I should have because it was the weekend. Weekend driving is always fun.

I finally got to my destination only to find a line of New York’s most fashionable wrapped all the way around the block. A sharply dressed man in a dark-grayish suit who basically looked like a Calvin Klein campaign extra examined the line. He walked up and down with his little stamper and grabbed random groups of girls to bring inside. After this happened a few times, I was so over it.

I dismissed old dude and walked directly up to the blonde promoter who looked to be so over her occupation.

“Hey , do you offer any preferential treatment to journalists? I’m a reporter at the New York Post.”

Things went from no chance and hell to come right up in no time.

I hated doing this. I am so not the socialite type and really have no desire to be. I begrudgingly walked in side after having to “prove” I was somebody. Ick.

The party was packed. I met up with my three friends and slipped on my flats because I felt I had endured enough unnecessary foot pain waiting in line. After about thirty minutes Chef Roble grabbed the mic. Wearing a black dashiki, he struck me as down-to-earth and his cool personality instantly eased my vibe. You could tell he wasn’t about all the phoniness going down outside. He was there to make sure the people had a good time, hence the event name. He teased a surprise guest performance.

My mind was racing. Clearly out of the loop, I thought Solange? Nope. A neon highlighter-colored beanie and a black and white varsity jacket hopped on stage and it was Janelle Monae. Things were officially *turnt. We rocked out with the Wonderland roster of artists for the next twenty minutes.


We left at six and shot over to Miss Lily’s restaurant. After having to wait for damn near forty-five minutes, because we didn’t have a reservation, we were finally seated. My jerk chicken, rice and peas and “dutty wine” drink a.k.a. red sangria topped with prosecco hit the spot. I could have done without the dried out mac and cheese. I was in the house for the night by 9 p.m. The older you get, having fun becomes less about wobbling in at 4 am and waking up with a hangover.

What did you do this weekend?

*Turnt – Fun, Live, a Good Time 

Photo credit: @pinnedxstitched, @everydaypplnyc