Urban Thought Collective

About Me:

Kali Love is my sometimes brilliant, often obnoxious, alter ego. If I’m Chuck D., she’s a bit, well…Flava Flav with hers. So to protect my career as a writer/producer/Veuve Clicquot-sipping philanthrope, I shall remain nameless. But Kali Love? There’s no telling what she'll say.

…And we’re back. If you’re just tuning in, I’m teaching ya’ll how to tame you a man! And for those who haven’t quite figured it out, this is really a not-so-cleverly disguised call to women to control the only thing you can control – YOU, so that you can be the beautiful child […]

Just last week, we were chatting in a one-sided way about the three categories of Man Tamer communication, which were roughly: suck it up, address it immediately and be done with it, and give it some thought and figure out the very best way to address it.
And what I hope to have stressed thus far, […]

Well, my dears, after a brief hiatus, it’s time to get back on the program. The Man Taming program, that is. If you’ve been journeying with me for the past two installments, you know that I’ve told you in about three different languages what NOT to say if you want to attract and […]

I don’t need to conjure up images of men doing the Martin Lawrence and running wild through the streets at night, or quote statistics about the millions of cute/educated/well-groomed/paid women whose ring finger is arthritic with neglect. You’ve heard it all before. But what you haven’t heard, my dears, are the ancient African Asiatic secrets […]

You know, I really didn’t want to do this–it’s so early in our loving, but somewhat anonymous relationship, but I have to.
Ladies…this might hurt a little.
I’ve been perusing the other blogs written by so many brilliant brothers and sisters, not to mention causing a ruckus in about twenty different countries for 30-ish years […]

Last weekend I packed up my mom, my niece and as many troubles as would fit into my suitcase and headed north. Waayy north—damn near to Canada. And after a 12-hour train ride and four hours of driving with just a dented metal divider separating me and my pretties from a six-story drop […]

A week or two ago, I was largely minding my own business driving west on Pico when I caught an alarming sight in my right peripheral– a lime green Rolls Royce covered in hand-painted gold curlie-ques and with enough interior doilies and shingles to make a Mexican grandmother shudder.
As I do when faced […]

I pride myself in being, well…a man tamer. No really, just ask my friends. And I’m not talking about subduing bargain basement, low self-esteemed, gumpy man-children — I mean six-foot-four, dark chocolate, Colgate smiled, genetically superior, testosterone dripping, delicious MEN. Yup…under my thumb, cooing like babies; just scratching themselves and grinning. And it’s all kinda […]