A Moment for Mom

We at Smooth Vintage want to wish all the mothers, step-mothers, grandmothers, great-grandmothers, godmothers, foster mothers, legal guardian mothers, army mothers, baby mamas, the not with us physically but here spiritually mothers, mothering types, faith mothers and any other mother out there a very happy Mother’s Day.

Thank you for being the rock that holds the family down and thank you for all the little moments you share with us that last a lifetime. Your love, direction and influence helped to shape us into the smooth guys (and gals) of today and we will do everything to always be there just like you were for us.

Treat your mom right, she’s the only one you get.

Keep it smooth.


Belts, they still work

I have to admit, I was once a victim of this heinous act upon the world.  Subjecting myself to peer pressure and going against what was proper and descent just for attention or what we thought was our way of defying authority.  Unfortunately, this youthful expression unchecked can continue on into adulthood and transform into grown men who think it’s OK to walk around like this:


I’m sure we’ve seen worse but the sad part is that the sagging “style” does nothing more than make one looking like you are in serious need of a diaper change. It isn’t pleasing to the eyes to see your ass just hanging out.   The origins of this fashion mishap – be it the prison system, popular culture, hip-hop, or poverty –  aren’t the issue.  The issue is a lack of home training, self-confidence, and self-identity.

It’s easy to be like everyone else but yourself during your teenage years. It’s easier to follow the crowd than blaze your own trail. However, one day – hopefully not too far into your twenties if not earlier, you’ll wake up and realize you respect yourself more than this; that you’re better than this.

No one is asking you to don a suit everyday or be a fashion guru but I know people didn’t fight for the right to vote, for equal access to education, and to be considered more than three-fifths of a human being just so you can look like a caricature on display.

Trust, we aren’t laughing with you.


What does respect mean to you?

We know all the classic cliches and quotes about it, right? Respect is earned, not gained. Respect yourself and others will respect you. Respect starts at home, Aretha Franklin singing about respect, so on and so on.  I agree with it all.  Respect is one of those fundamental characteristics that shape us, define us as a society or as individuals.  We respect a profession, firefighters battling a blaze, surgeons operating on a patient’s heart, sanitation workers cleaning up your crap.  We respect the underdog, a survivor, a deserved ass whooping.  It all ties in together in to this beautiful mosaic of singing, laughter, hugs and skittles thrown in the air.

Then there are those days…

Those moments, those situations, those people who don’t deserve your respect.  It would be lost on them.  They would take the respect you give them, tear it up, grind it put it in the oven and call it dinner. If you had the option and the law wouldn’t be involved you’d throw that person out the window as a gift to humanity.

But, we at Smooth Vintage know better. We can’t go down to that level and neither do you. So keep on respecting to the best of your abilities. I’ll respect that.

Every day greeting

I have a minor pet peeve that has been irritating me more and more as the years go by and maybe you as well share this sentiment.  Let me set up an illustration for you to follow that will explain.

Scenario:  you are feeling, looking and displaying a level of smoothness on a Thursday morning better than any Thursday morning you’ve had in recent memory. Breath is so clean and minty fresh that you might have a pack of gum in your own name by the time you get groceries that afternoon.  You’re walking down the street and see a fellow human being and greet this person as you would any other human being to acknowledge their existence. In response to your well-intentioned greeting you receive…nothing but a blank stare! For real?  You mean to tell me one can’t, at a minimum, give a head nod, a “What up?”, a “hey” under your breath?  Sad.

I’m not saying we should all walk down the street skipping and hold hands and tipping our hat at  everyone we see unless that’s really your thing, but come on, man to man, dude to dude; man to woman even.

As my brother says, can’t trust another man that can’t even respond to a head nod.  You might get jacked!