Wicked Wit Vic

The musings of my life as a natural haired black woman who's into life, love and the joys of mommyhood with a great autistic kid. I'm a great lover of all things geek and nerdy!

Ask me anything but pls keep it respectful



Nigga was playing no games

White boy hit so hard he took a bow before goin out






Nigga was playing no games

White boy hit so hard he took a bow before goin out



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Can We Please Stop with the Black Woman Fetish Hysteria? →


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Appreciation post for gorgeous men with long hair <3




Wine 101 

  1. How-to Choose
  2. How-to Pair w/Food
  3. Using The Right Glass Shows You Have Class 
  4. Basic Types of Wine
  5. Expanded typing of Wines
  6. What Temp For EachType of Wine
  7. Knowing Your Wine Colors
  8. Wine Type Descriptions
  9. Caloric Comparison vs. Beer
  10. Coffees  

A friend once told me (while discussing wines & spirits) to learn about coffees too… " Because you’ll eventually need them, if / when you enjoy too much good spirits."

Infographics: Wine Folleys, Primer Magazine, and Chicago Food Magazine.

How to be an Adult 201

This is the most beautiful post I’ve ever seen.

Source: winefolly.com












26 Male Survivors Of Sexual Assault Quoting The People Who Attacked Them


This needs more notes.

no one seems to care if they are guys 

reminder that rape and sexual abuse happens to everyone, not just girls

reminder that rape and sexual abuse needs to be acknowledged no matter a person’s gender and “no one seems to care if they are guys” is a typical antifeminist theory that is disproven by the fact that this photo set has 100,000+ notes alone

I will reblog this whenever it’s on my dash.

Men can suffer sexual assault too. And its wrong not to give them the same support, sympathy and legal protections as women

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she needs an Oscar 


Love this!

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Baby cuttlefish.

what do you think it dreams about







Baby cuttlefish.

what do you think it dreams about




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Haters gonna hate

Haters…  black women sure do have a lot of them.  Seriously.  Think I’m blowing things out of proportion or making it up, Google black women.  Then just women.  Then white women, Asian women, Latina women.  Look at the articles and images that come up.  Go to YouTube and be prepared to be thoroughly depressed.

In an effort to understand why there was so much hate for the entirety of black women, I read the articles and watched the videos and images.  I don’t understand the hate.  Wigs and weaves are hair fashions driven by a beauty standard that men demand.  Obesity is an epidemic in the US that affects all races with strong correlations due to a myriad of factors.  35.7% of US adults are obese.  The angry black woman with attitude is NOTHING like the angry white woman (they will kill you …watch the murder shows), angry asian woman (they will poison you…just watch the murder shows) and angry latinas  who will just cut you.  There’s craziness in all races not just black women.

So why are black women especially reveiled?  I’ve dated across the color lines,  both black and white men.  Men are men.  At 42, that whole continuing the race thing is laughable  (no babies here) and I do feel sorry for the younger black women of child bearing age.   So my needs in a partner are more personalized to my interests and personality.

Where does this hate come from.  Black men seem to have jumped on this bandwagon and have tossed a generous heaping of shade at black women for: not supporting then (like white women) but only wanting thugs; not wanting the do right brother who seems to be scarce ( and dates anything but black women); for not wanting the chocolate skinned brother (yet won’t even look at the equally chocolate sister); for wearing wigs and weaves (but won’t even consider the black woman with type 4 hair especially type 4c).  Here’s my reply for all black men who say they can’t find a good black woman.  There 2 million more black women than black men in the US. Numbers are in a black man’s favor.  I call bunk on such claims.

Why the hate?  Right now America is in love with Mammy and slave narratives (The Help & Django Unchained) that has me wanting to sing the Boondocks song of Catcher Freeman with a twist of Paul Mooney.  I’m not feeling any of those types of narratives when LA Banks and Octavia Butler books can’t even get a screen write.

What does it mean to be a black woman in America and why are we so hated?

Tagged: black womenhate

Comics Guys, Harassment, and Missing Stairs →


I originally wrote this as part of a response to Tess Fowler’s brave-as-hell decision to name Brian Wood as the dude who’d harassed her at a convention. Posting it again, on its own, because there are some things I want to expand on…

Every time I have a conversation with another woman about…

Amen, sister! And kick is that lil bitch racism too



Pocho, the 5.2 meter (17 feet) long friendly crocodile!

You’ve already met Gustave the killer croc, now it’s time to meet Pocho.

Costa Rican fisherman Chito first met the croc after finding him with a gunshot wound on the banks of the Central American state’s Parismina river 20 years ago. He had been shot in the left eye by a cattle farmer and was close to death. But Chito enlisted the help of several pals to load the massive reptile into his boat and later give him aid and treatment.

In the words of Chito, “When I found Pocho in the river he was dying, so I brought him into my house. He was very skinny, weighing only around 150 lb. I gave him chicken and fish and medicine for six months to help him recover. I stayed by Pocho’s side while he was ill, sleeping next to him at night. I just wanted him to feel that somebody loved him, that not all humans are bad. It meant a lot of sacrifice. I had to be there every day. It took years before Chito felt that Pocho had bonded with him enough to get closer to the animal.”

At one point during his recovery, Chito left the croc in a lake near his house but to his amazement Pocho started following him. Later, Chito got the confidence to get closer to him, with first only attempting to splash with him in the river but later they bonded so well that for almost 2 decades the duo performed tricks for the local crowds.

But in October 2011, Pocho, around 50 years old at that time, died of natural causes and a funeral was held for him.

At his funeral, Chito couldn’t held back his tears and said, “Pocho is Pocho, the only one. There is no more Pocho. He will be the only Pocho there ever was.”

there’s … something in my eye …