No Men, no Mas...

Thems was the dayz!

Now, as a happily married sista' of 3 years, I'm gonna have to drag my lust memory out of the basement for this one, but I'm doin' it for the young ladies today who don't have a clue as to what real men look and sound like. You know...our eye-candy.

You see, some jackbutt industry heads (black men, of course) are trying to tell women what to look and sound like. Big booty strippers with barely there black and hair down to your back. Nothing new, same old, same old, but I would like to pose a question for P-Didn't, Jay-B and all the 350-plus pound producers out there with their Yves Saint Laurent sunglasses and conked-slicked back hair...

Where's Tank?

You know, that chiseled, big-lipped R&B adonis that used to make the girlz lose - their - minds. (I must reiterate, he doesn't do a thing for me know, but I remember!) .

The black males in power of the commercial negro music movement, don't want men who are going to make black men, especially the music mavens themselves, feel less like the mandingos they are trying to sell us into believing they are. It only took them a second to figure that one out. This is why we are inundated with Ne-yos, Marios, and Avants, with tiny little Chris Browns and whatever that other little ones name is, who are round-the-way looking singers, while they, the industry mucks, find their version of the ideal woman and give her a contract when her background singers can sing "her" out of the boxing ring. They practically threw Maxwell's skinny behind in a box and threw away the key! No men, no mas.

Hey, as long as they can get away with it they will, but ladies...would you rather see a concert with Ne-yo, Omarion and Chris Brown with Kanye West headlining or would you drop a c-note on Tank, Maxwell and LL Cool J with the Jay to the Z closing it out.