A social network is a social structure made up of individuals (or organizations) called "nodes," which are tied (connected) by one or more specific types of interdependency, such as: friendship, kinship, common interest, financial exchange, dislike, sexual relationships, relationships of beliefs, knowledge, or prestige.
I love MOTHERS' DAY! It's the one day that we (the super moms of the world) get recognized for all the many wonderful things that we do for our children. It is also the day that we show appreciation for the women that brought us into the world, our own mothers. One of the great things that I share in common with my cast mates is being a mother. No matter how much we may agree or disagree, I think we all can connect with each other as mommies. So I decided to throw a Mothers' Day brunch in honor of us, and you can only imagine my excitement when all the ladies (with the exception of Kim, her daughter was ill) confirmed. I was truly touched that such a fabulous group of social butterflies cleared their schedules to allow me to host them in my home. I knew that if they were giving up their special day for me (as I'm sure other invites were extended), I had to make sure that a good time was had by all.
Rewind back to the definition of social network. Well, I recently saw the movie "The Social Network" (stay with me guys, you know I tend to jump all over the place with my blog), and it got me thinking about my own social network. My whole life has always been composed of variety of social agendas and social extracurricular activities ranging from invites to attend the Oscars to running around like a crazy woman to find a last minute gift for a 10-year old birthday party. I am constantly in a room or at a dinner table with people who I need to know (so I'm told) or someone who has been told that they need to know me. I love meeting people; however I do find that meeting like-minded career oriented fun folks to socialize with can be a challenge. And even when you meet someone that you kind of hit it off with, does that mean that you invite them into your home around your family?
Back to the brunch. Things that made me giggle, cringe, or just left me confused:
1. The brunch turning into a cross between an episode of "Girls Gone Wild," "The Food Network," and "Sex and the City."
2. Being very pregnant, and not having any idea when your due date is. Not a clue. Is that show "Unsolved Mysteries" still on?
3. The thought of any of our mothers (or any of us for that matter) getting our dildo on.
4. Putting food products inside my "private area." We are in a recession, and groceries cost too much money to keep my "private area" stocked in addition to my refrigerator.
5. Having your unborn baby super early because it is sitting on your bladder. Well, where else is it supposed to sit? Noelle was born almost 9 pounds, and I think it's safe to say she sat on my bladder and anywhere else she could find to sit on. When did this become an option?
6. Peter announcing that Mr. Clean had arrived bearing Mother's Day gifts. Oops, I mean gift. Have to agree with Sheree on this one. What rhymes with "wacky?"
7. NeNe almost barfing at the thought of chowing down on powdered sugar mixed with a little va-jay-jay juice. Did I hear someone say "delicious?" I think I just threw up in my mouth.
8. Is it just me, or would Dr. Muhammad look a lot better if he just shaved his head? Even if he was a billionaire, the hair still needs to go.
9. Peter being a jerk for upsetting NeNe by being insensitive. Thanks Peter, that's exactly what my relationship with NeNe needed. TENSION. Good looking out, babe.
10. Never did figure out what "completing the full act" means. Sounds scary and very painful, maybe even illegal.
11. Great baby advice to any new mom: Leave your child inside of you until he is ready to come out or at least until his due date. How brilliant is that? Thanks NeNe.
12. I still don't believe that I am a D bra size, even though the bras did fit.
13. Kim was missed at the dinner table. Her input would have been welcomed, and no doubt hilarious.
14. For the record. I do live in a re-gentrified neighborhood. I grew up in the hood or the ghetto (whatever you want to call it), and I love and respect all my fellow neighbors. People are people, no matter where they live, or how much money they make. Besides I love my house, and I could care less what kind of neighborhood it is in. But thanks for pointing that out, because I keep forgetting. Excuse me for not living next door from Usher and across the street from Luda.
15. Question: Is it right to hate on people, and then get all self- righteous when that same hate is returned? Hmmmm. Something to ponder.
Anyway, back to social network again, and then I promise to let it go. For some reason I am obsessed with trying to draw a parallel between social networking and my hosting a Mother's Day brunch for five women that recently came in to my life. Maybe I am over thinking this, and there is no parallel. Okay, forget the whole social network thing (however I do recommend the movie), and let's stick to the show. I should be getting paid to promote the movie at this point. All right already. In closing, I enjoyed this episode. I wish Kandi well with her situation with Riley's dad, I pray that things work out for the best. I really tried to make the ladies feel comfortable and at home. I felt like we were all laughing and having a good time until Peter had to open his big mouth. I love Peter, but he should have listened to me and been more sensitive. Any guests in our home should arrive happy campers, and leave happy campers. Needless to say, there were no candied yams, sugar (of any kind), peppermints, pancake syrup, Cool Whip, molasses, Lemon Heads, Jaw Breakers, Pop Rocks, Fun Dip, Now or Laters, or Starbursts used in our bedroom that night.
I really hope you guys enjoyed the show, and thanks so much for all of your comments (the nice ones more so than the mean ones). Being new to the show, I do read all my comments daily, and I appreciate you all taking the time to give me your thoughts. I am far from perfect and don't mind being called out if am in the wrong or misunderstood. If you aren't already, please follow me on twitter @cynthiabailey10, and friend me on Facebook. You guys usually love my blogs, but I was a little all over the place on this one. Forgive me if I disappoint. Thank you a million times for all the love and support!
Cynthia Bailey and Ms. Cindi B