A photo of the recently closed Barnes & Noble being replaced by a store called BeautyMaster, which, in addition to cubic zirconia and wigs, sells "most of the top brands" of hair weave.
Jeffrey L. Anderson
"It's not what you put in your head that matters; it's what you put on it."--Anonymous Non-African-American Owner of African-American Beauty (weave) Shop
OK, so obviously I made that quote up, but at least that seems to be the message being sent to patrons of the Camp Creek Marketplace, which was once a moderately progressive shopping center (sushi and hibachi in East Point!) just down the street from the world's busiest airport, Hartsfield-Jackson (ATL).
Here I was thinking we might get a Trader Joe's or something at the Marketplace. Ha! Back to reality. It looks like the bean-counters are saying they've done the math, so don't even think about stopping by the former Barnes & Noble space looking for a nice long read to take on your next international flight. Actually, don't think, period. Just go buy fake hair at the newest location of BeautyMaster, "The Largest Ethnic Beauty Shopping Site in North America!"
That's right--books are dead, at least on Camp Creek. So just buy some hot glue and either some remi, yaki or that good Indian hair. Unless you're going to India, where apparently they just might catch you slipping on the bus, cut that bullshit off your head and resell it to someone who buys in bulk just to turn around and sell it to a business in East Point which'll then sell it to someone just like you. The circle of life.
Whatever... just slap that crap on your head, because you're worth it.
You can find out what the people think of the business that replaced the only bookstore I can think of in Southwest Atlanta with a weave megaplex by either clicking that "Photo Credit" link next to the image at the top, or simply by visiting Yelp. Here's what Yelper "Diedre R." had to say on a different page dedicated to BeautyMaster:
So yeah, don't expect too much outrage or anything, especially with all that "99cent jewlery" available, yo. The irony is in that beige bar at the top that says it's "in English." Headcrack!
But back to the real side of things, this is pretty sad and pathetic. Feel free to discuss. Shout out to East Point City Councilman Alexander Gothard and Jeffrey L. Anderson for sharing this image.
(Don't mind the mohawked homie to the left--that's just Chief Noc-A-Homa, a friendly Native American who enjoys laughing at all of you who thought the Braves gave a shit about Mechanicsville, Atlanta or anything in general besides money, and who finds it especially hilarious that you've caught feelings about a Major League Baseball team surprisingly not having a phuck to give about your feelings.)
The Braves are leaving town! Shit yeah!!
No really, this is good, if not great news. First of all, traffic entering/exiting downtown Atlanta will get waaaaaaay better on the connector, which has been getting progressively worse every damn day. Second, it's not like the Braves are winners or anything. Maybe being out there in Cobb will help them focus, because Cobb County sucks even worse than Atlanta pro sports. No distractions! And third, I love how they're saying that they want to be in Cobb County because there are mass transportation issues. Does that mean that Cobb County is finally going to stop being, ahem, particular about allowing public transit systems to come through its neighborhoods? Probably not. I'm sure there'll be a train station with no buses that lands right at this stadium, meaning that you're batshit crazy if you thought you were about to cruise around Cobb County on some type of street car that picks you up from the stadium. Hell nah. They can't arrest you on a street car, and don't you know what COBB stands for? Speaking of which, who the hell besides Cobb County residents wants to go all the way to Cobb County just to watch the Braves lose? Pssheeeeit...
Quote: "The Braves brushed over the fact that MARTA doesn't even serve Cobb County, which has long rejected efforts to bring rapid transit to the suburbs and chose to develop its own limited, bus-only system."--ESPN
Chief Noc-A-Homa say: "ATL officially Tomahawk-Chopped and screwed."
*walks away, chucks the deuces using the A-Town Down foam hand, and hitting the peace pipe
You'd never believe this shit, but there is a such thing as journalistic integrity. When you're credited or recognized for having it, you've usually shown that you are careful to only report facts, able to remain as objective as possible, and those kinds of things. One major no-no is taking money for your content without stating to your reader that you're doing exactly that.
Hey, bills. They've gotta be paid and all; I get it--I get it. But there is a long-standing model for how you do this. Major newspapers, magazines and websites have been doing this for much longer than blogs have existed. All you basically do is have some way of alerting your reader that what they're laying eyes on has been purchased.
Why does it matter? Simple, really. When you buy something, you own it. If you own something, you control it. If you control the message, you usually don't follow anyone else's rules, although there's no rule saying that you couldn't follow them if you wanted to do such a thing--it'd be weird and strangely altruistic, but pretty awesome as well. Of course this doesn't happen often.
So when a hip-hop blog, which was once the premier source for quality underground and mainstream music, decides to just all of a sudden start dick-riding Moet & CHandon, well, it's kind of depressing. Not just because it's written in a very lame manner by the well-respected founder of the website, but mostly because never once does he come on out and say he's being paid. And really, is this bottle really that nice? Not that I'm an authority on Champagne bottles, but really. It's pretty loudly out of place, and by linking to Moet's Instagram account--twice--Eskay is damn near pulling a hamstring bending over to touch his toes for the brand that's quietly backing him up on this (I mean financially, of course).
Now, have I ever written about new alcohol products or packaging designs? Maybe. Hell, I'm drinking wine now, so I'm not exactly of sound-enough mind to recall, thanks. But have I ever been paid for doing so? Nope. As someone who attended media tastings and knows what these folks ask "journalists"(bloggers) to do in return for their invitation to the free food-n-drank event (and future invites, ahem...), I can tell you that Eskay is doing exactly what a publicist or marketing rep wants him to do just by the language and links. NahRight is too big of a brand (or at least I thought it was) to be doing this kind of stuff for free. Eskay may be reckless by drunkenly putting overpriced bubbly ads, cloaked as content, in between posts about rap artists Hopsin and Roc Marciano (I know..., "Who?," right?), but yeah, I guess I'm hating or something...
Anyway, read the post here; tell me if you think I'm just tripping. Better yet, tell Eskay in the comments of his blog. He could use the feedback (not as many comments these days), and I wouldn't count on my comment passing approval...
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