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Actress Gina Torres is Anna Espinosa
Hands down the baddest bitch in television is the Afro-Latina, former KGB secret ops agent, Anna Espinosa. Born in Cuba and trained as a spy in the former Soviet Union, Espinosa can do it all: kick ass, shoot weapons, speak English, Spanish & Russian--all while looking stunning.
Few of you have seen Anna Espinosa (played by the amazing Gina Torres), because she has remained hidden on the once cult hit ABC series, Alias, featuring Jennifer Garner as CIA agent Sydney Bristow. But if you ever saw Anna Espinosa kick Agent Bristow's ass, you wouldn't forget her anytime soon.
One of the reasons why I like Anna Espinosa is that la negra tiene pasión! She has passion. She might lose a fight, but she realizes that there is a larger battle at hand. So when beaten, she realizes it. And learns. She retreats, picks herself up, brushes herself off, and starts all over again. But the next time, she is bigger and more bad ass than before.
In life, this is a philosophy that I live by. I know that I won't win each and everytime I go up to bat. But I won't let a first strike, turn into an out. But the last time I was dealt a strike, it really felt like an out.
When I last left this story, I had just been doublebooked. I had went over a guys home--who I might add was fine as hell--and just when I was walking to his apartment, someone pulled up in their car, jumped out and went right into his apartment. As I mentioned, the guy who I was going to see did come to the door after I rang the bell repeatedly. He gave me some excuse that his female cousin had just come over to talk to him. This was funny, because I had just witnessed a man jump out of a car and enter his apartment.
He looked at me with a fake sincerity and told me that he wasn't playing games. I stood there. Angry and upset. But I walked away. I was so angry that I could have thrown a brick through his window.
And I almost did.
But then I thought, What would Anna Espinosa do? Surely she wouldn't throw a brick through his window. In the end, what would that do? It could possibly draw police attention. And that wouldn't be good for my mission.
And I did have a mission.
I rode my bike back home and took a long hot shower as the sun came up. The anger, mixed with my raging, unreleased hormones, was boiling and bubbling. What was I going to do?
I looked in the mirror. I looked scruffy as hell. My hair was a bit longer than usual. I hadn't shaved in a few weeks. And I remembered that I was wearing my fake Payless Shoes Source wanna-be Timberlands--and they were really scruffed up. I won't say I looked a mess--but one could say I looked a bit rough around the edges--if I had any edges.
I sat down on the edge of my tub. I thought about Anna. I reconsidered the doublebooking. I dialed *69 to ensure privacy and dialed his number. I didn't want to speak to him. I wanted to hear his voicemail. I needed more information. His recorded voice came over the other end of the phone and said that I had reached TRACY, and that he was unable to come to the phone and for me to leave a message.
Then the voicemail gave me a gift. TRACY repeated the message in brazilian Portugese (in an accent not like that of a beginner, but definitely not of a native or someone who had attained fluency). An eyebrow raised, and an anxious feeling filled my torso--tingling, electric.
I stood up and looked at the mirror again. My scruffy face had a big smile on it.
It was clear what I had to do. But it would take a few weeks to execute my plan.

I think the whole trying to get revenge thing is very lame and immature. Get over it. It belittles you. I don't believe a self respecting individual would do this. Or one with adequate self esteem. Also please note that having sponsors doesn't validate a blog, it's content or the webmaster's charater. In addition just b/c a comment doesn't advocate or support your behavior doesn't mean it's "tired" or the person who left it is a "queen". I find your blog interesting even though i don't agree with alot of things you write about and i would hope that if i was moved enough to comment i wouldn't receive such insults just b/c the comment didn't endorse something you did. If not simply for the fact that I am one of your readers and part of the reason you were able to obtain the advertisers you feel justify you.
Posted by: Cobie | Wednesday, 01 February 2006 at 10:29 AM
thank you bernard, that was very enlightening. i am not sure you would find a lot of folks in agreement that mere commercial success justifies your perpetuation of stories that advocate physical or sexual violence against your brothers.
Posted by: patience | Wednesday, 01 February 2006 at 05:12 AM
first off...fuck patience. secondly...i'm wit E... damn that was a shitty ass show, but there was a reason to watch it.
Posted by: thawtz | Tuesday, 31 January 2006 at 03:46 PM
Gina Torres is the bomb. I even watched Cleopatra 2525 (a really crappy show) because of her...:-)
Posted by: E | Monday, 30 January 2006 at 10:02 PM
Bernard, this is moving close to crazy territory. At some point we have to let assholes lay with their karma. Forcing karma just brings you back more of the same.
A former friend of mine used to be - and may still be - into these sort of seemingly harmless revenge tactics. Once, I played along. A guy he'd messed around with had done some hinky reverse charging to my ff's mobile, causing him to have a mass of overage charges. Fast forward 2 years later, said guy encounters me online and wants to meet. I know who he is and contact my ff. We arrange for me to meet this guy and charm him good, only to dis him in the end. It worked. I could tell I'd hurt his feelings greatly. But what did I or the ff get out of it? Nothing really, some passing satisfaction.
All that said, as I'm just another hypocrite in the line, I can't wait to read the next chapter!
Posted by: Linear Jones | Monday, 30 January 2006 at 01:02 PM
The real bitch move is leaving a fake e-mail address where you can't be contacted. I am so tired of you queens who leave tired messages and then aren't courageous enough to leave your name or an email address where someone can contact you.
Like I tell people, you can dislike what I do. Call it a bitch move. I don't care. Look to the upper right corner. I have advertising. They don't hate me. And they are the one's paying the bills.
So keep hiding behind your fake e-mail account. Patience.
Posted by: Bernard Bradshaw | Monday, 30 January 2006 at 05:42 AM
uh oh.. here comes the bitch move! can we not convince you to stop being a hater bernard? to sto[ revenging yourself on black men?
Posted by: patience | Monday, 30 January 2006 at 04:51 AM