Swag?

So. Hi.

The theme for Aurehøj's student party this Friday was supposed to be Pimps n' Hoes. But it turned out to be the theme "Swag" instead. So... What the hell is that?

The Roseberry Slang Dictionary:

SWAG

To have or be "swag" is a kind of self-perception, that implies being cool, confident, and demanding respect. Furthermore, one needs to have plenty of attitude, or show off certain aspects of one's character, that are especially "badass".

There is considerable disagreement about the meaning of "swag". Many teens don't even know what it means, but nonetheless, we use it in many everyday situations, such as: "Justin Bieber is fucking swag", "that guy has so much swag" or "dude, your shirt is totally swag!".

The term is similar to "cool", but with influences from words like "gangster", "tough", "awesome" and other hierarchical street slang. For example, a person could have/be swag, if he/she is a pro rapper (i.e. Snoop Dog, 50 Cent, Missy Elliott).

To be "swag" can be said to be something undefinable, that makes a person/thing/ability awesome.

Ultimately, the term "swag" makes people think of gangsters and hip hop mammas. And of course, they have a lot of swagger.

But this "swag" thing got me thinking. There are so many other ways to be swag.

So I thought: Who is the most swag woman I know? Or at least one of them? Who has such a characteristic and swag look, that I would be able to duplicate its swagness?

One of the people I came up with, was Janelle Monáe.

Miss Monáe is beautiful, talented, musical, understatedly sexy, and has a really unique style. That's pretty swag if you ask me. And who can't be swag with hair like hers?

J A N E L L E    M O N Á E    I S    P R E T T Y

S W A G

Janelle Monáe Cold War

Guess I know how I'll be dressing this Friday. Perhaps you'll get to see some pictures. If my swagger doesn't overwhelm you.

 

Kidding.

 

 

Thanks for listening,

 

I Am Roseberry.

CRK // Ode To My Coffee Cup.

So. Hi.

Miles Davis So What


O D E    T O    M Y    C O F F E E    C U P

Caroline Roseberry

Your liquid is dark as the night,

And fills me with instant delight.

Some people milk you, and coat you with sugar,

Children will claim that you taste like a booger.

A latte, espresso, a cappu, or black,

Coffee's my savior, I keep comin' back.

No mere glass of water will wake me at dawn,

But a cup of fresh coffee will stifle my yawn.

A black river flows down my throat,

Leaves my breath stinking; much worse than a goat.

But to this I admit, I don't care,
When the scent of your roast tickles the air...

Coffee deserves to be cherished and loved,
It should be savoured, not down your throat shoved.

To truly appreciate coffee you must,

Love your cup, and give it your trust.

For what can save me in my darkest hour?

A cup of Joe, some black power.

A cup of instant delight,

With liquid dark as the night.

Thanks for listening,

I Am Roseberry.

Give A H(e)art.

So. Hi.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...

It seems that the entire world is in love. All my girlfriends, all their boyfriends, all the couples swarming the streets, even the animals, for Christ's sake. I guess that the coyness of spring has started to creep up on us. Everywhere I go, I see them. With hearts in their eyes, and stars in their lovey-dovey smiles. There is hand-holding galore, saliva being exchanged, whispered giggles being shared in the school yard, stolen glances sent, birds chirping and flowers sprouting out of the ground on which couples tread.

Everyone's in love. Except wonderful, cute, slightly dorky homosexual women; who are absolutely adorable. Especially when they get drunk on Valentine's Day, stay at home, and cook yummie chocolate delicious-eries (while drunk). Like Hannah Hart from My Drunk Kitchen.

I guess that this should make me sad. The world is a lovesong, which I'm not tuned into. I have more in common with single lesbians, who stay home alone and get drunk on Valentine's Day. And I'm single in the coyness of spring. 

But weirdly enough, it doesn't make me the slightest bit depressed. It just makes me smile. And laugh. And that's the way it's supposed to be. Hannah Hart is delightful, the couples around me are slightly gooey, but pleasant enough to be around, and the weather seems to be turning for the bettter. Today was warm and spring-like, and I actually felt the sun on my face.

So you kids just keep being lovey dovey. And give a heart (or a Hart) to someone you like. Never fear. Spring is coming.

"Pre-heating the oven is like waiting for love. You are pre-heating the oven of your heart, as you wait for love to... get baked... with... you...!"

Hannah Hart

G I V E    A    H (E) A R T

Thanks for listening,

I Am Roseberry.