#WordlessWednesday: Music Midtown 2017
We’re trying to live our best musical lives this summer by checking off another musical festival. Being in Gulf Shores for Hangout Festival was so much fun and the music was amazing. Hopefully, Music Midtown 2017 won’t be evacuated or rained out like last year. If you’re close to Atlanta, it’s not too late to get a ticket. However, prices are increasing on September 2nd.
I’m excited to see Bruno Mars, because a small part of me hopes Beyonce will surprise–and they can perform the Super Bowl Halftime show again. I’ve never seen a boring Bruno show, so I’m pumped to witness the funk and soul in person. My ratchet heart is also really excited to see Future in his hometown. Future Radio is my go-to playlist to listen to while getting ready for work. Also, since I didn’t get a chance to see Mumford and Sons at Hangout–they’re on my list too.
Bruno Mars. The BRUNO MARS. Bruno. I’ve seen almost all of my favorite artists live with the exception of Justin Timberlake, Lauryn Hill, OutKast (I’ve seen them separately, but it doesn’t count) and Bruno Mars. Bruno is finally getting crossed off the list. I may try to jump on stage and touch his hair — or have his baby. I can’t make any promises. I’m actually really excited about the entire lineup. I’m excited AF to scream all the lyrics to What’s My Age Again and All The Small Things. I think the Future, Wiz, and Big Sean sets are going to get crazy. Judah and The Lion remind me of a band that my friends used to have and I hear they put on a great show.
Although it isn’t officially summer, we’re going to do a little flashback Friday and share some of our childhood summer memories.
It’s been about six years since I spent a full summer in Charleston. But the heat, humidity and afternoon thunderstorms are everything but forgettable. As a child I spent many of my summer days at my grandmother’s house on James Island, less than five miles away from Folly Beach. One of my aunts lived there with her two children and served as my grandmother’s caretaker.
My parents worked and so I would be dropped off there along with another cousin. So the four of us – two boys and two girls — spent just about every summer together. We didn’t go to the beach. We spent the days outside tying one end of a rope to a tree, and jumping rope with the other end in my cousin’s hand or playing handclapping games. The boys off doing their own thing away from the house or hold up inside playing Nintendo. Sometimes they’d let us play, mainly the bonus rounds in Super Mario and we’d all take turns blowing into the cartridges when the games messed up. Nintendo later turned into Super Nintendo, which turned PlayStation.
When we were older My cousin and I would sneak into her brother’s room to play Tekken and Mortal Kombat – being careful to place his controllers back where we found them as not to get caught. That’s also where we would record songs of the radio on cassette tapes, being careful not to get the commercials at the beginning of the song.
My aunt gave us summer homework — I remember pages and pages of math problems — that we’d have to complete before going outside. And once you were outside you had to stay outside because 1) you couldn’t let the cool air out and 2) we smelled like “outdoors”.
At some point Monopoly became the group game. We were vicious and eager to bankrupt everyone. My favorite were the yellow properties. We only stopped for $5 Hot N Ready’s from Little Caesars and freeze pops.
When the summer storms rolled in, my grandmother would make us sit in silence – in the dark. TVs were immediately turned off. Get too loud and you’d get popped with a switch.
If you’re unfamiliar with the term, a chilly bear is basically frozen Kool-Aid. The most amazing frozen Kool-Aid you’ll ever taste. One of the only things better than enjoying a chilly bear after walking in the heat, is searching under the couch for enough change to buy one. They were 25 cents.
My mom and aunts thought it would be a good idea for all of us to take swimming lessons together–all 15 of us. I still know how to swim, so maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. (Except for that one time we caused a mini riot when my cousin got in a fight.)
Red Rover, Red Rover send Cec on over! When I was a little girl, visiting family in Florence, SC was my Disney World. We’d play a ton of games outside before the streetlights came on, but Red Rover was always the funniest.
We’ve gathered some of our old crew (710) and some new friends and we’re heading to Gulf Shores, Alabama for a much needed vacation filled with live music. We haven’t done this as a group since Bonnaroo 2011. So basically we’re expecting a beautiful disaster.
We’ve pulled together a playlist of the artists we’re really excited to see. Frank Ocean canceled at the last minute, so we’re a little bummed, but it’s not the end of the world. The theme for our time at the beach is: Don’t throw shade, throw parties!
Most antiperspirants or deodorants contain the chemical compound aluminium. This chemical is known to clog your sweat ducts. It has also been speculated that aluminum can imitate estrogen, as well as contribute to the increase of cancer cells. However, to be clear:
“Researchers at the National Cancer Institute (NCI), a part of the National Institutes of Health, are not aware of any conclusive evidence linking the use of underarm antiperspirants or deodorants and the subsequent development of breast cancer. The U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA), which regulates food, cosmetics, medicines, and medical devices, also does not have any evidence or research data that ingredients in underarm antiperspirants or deodorants cause cancer.”
Ace: This isn’t my first time taking the natural deodorant route. In 2011, I started using natural remedies to help with sweating, but it didn’t last long. (Summers in the south get very, very hot.) The reason I’m making the switch the second time around is because of the aluminum hype. My mother died of cancer, so I’m trying to cut out anything that could contribute to me getting the disease. My body developed quicker than most people I know, so I’ve been wearing deodorant for as long as I can remember. It was time to let it go…again.
Donni: I mentioned in my winter natural beauty remedies that I’ve been turning to natural alternatives instead of commercial products that are filled with unnecessary ingredients. Slowly, but surely I’ve been taking inventory of the products I purchase and looking for a healthier or more natural alternative. Deodorant was next on my list. And although, there aren’t any definitive studies linking aluminium to breast cancer, I’d prefer just opting out of using it all together. There are so many natural alternatives like tea tree oil that help kill the bacteria which cause that sweaty odor, rather than trying to stop the sweating altogether like aluminum does.
It was still “cold” out when I started using it, just to prepare my armpits for the summer weather. Everything started out great, with the exception of being nervous that I stunk. One day my pits started to feel raw. Then I noticed they were SUPER dark. Being the genius I am, I thought it was just my pits detoxing. Didn’t even think about it being an allergic reaction until Donni told me the same thing happened to her. I contacted Mrs. K and she said it could be the baking soda. (One without baking soda should arrive any day now.) The “natural remedy” I tried six years ago was baking soda. My armpits burned then, but I thought it was my razor or shaving cream.
Donni: I researched a lot of different brands and eventually went with Schmidt’s in Ylang-Ylang and Calendula.
I “detoxed” my pits for about a week and a half – only using apple cider vinegar twice a day and following up with coconut oil. The first week of using the deodorant, I still used the apple cider vinegar and all was well. I was super worried about being the stinky girl at work, but the Schmidt’s was awesome. I didn’t have any issues with odor and it honestly felt like I was wearing my normal Secret. Then I stopped using the apple cider vinegar and I had an allergic reaction to the baking soda in the Schmidt’s. I mean it was an awful rash. My armpits were on fire and they turned black. I was slathering aloe on them every few hours for relief. Cue me writing a very angry letter to Schmidt’s about how their product caused me to have firepits instead of armpits. They are currently sending me a replacement product without baking soda. However, I’m moving on to another brand: Primal Pit Paste.