My issues with misogyny in Hip Hop (and even R&B now, go figure) are well known and something I will be waxing poetic on soon, a piece that will be a labor of love. But this one strikes me because it’s so BLATANTLY a lyric about date rape. In fact, the line itself IS THE EXACT DEFINITION OF DRUG FACILITATED SEXUAL ASSAULT AND DATE RAPE!
We are a nation of immigrants… And “illegal” citizens, as if by virtue of being born in another country and coming into America to seek opportunity makes you some kind of human contraband… and slaves… and descendants of slaves… It has not been easy for us people of color; the “illegals”, the slaves and slave [...]
And they were wondering why people were out here supporting Dorner… we live our lives on the wrong side of the blue line, a line he was once on both sides of. And for an ex-cop to have been humiliated by his own department, to be stripped of your dignity and your good name… for nothing more than standing up for someone… we understood Dorner because we know that on the other side of that blue line, we don’t exist.
But apparently… someone out there thought this was somehow a humorous thing to say about a 9 year old girl. I remember being 9. I was kind of a cunt… I also thought that sunglasses with flip-up lenses and Cross Colors shorts were NEVER going out of style. You know… because I was a KID… with no concept of anything accept being a kid.
As I have acquired more knowledge, gained greater wisdom and applied my burgeoning understanding to life and its powerful frailties, I realize that most of the things we’ve learned about holding a “grudge” is bullshit.
At the charter school, I worked in the front office as an Administrative Assistant. I was responsible for each and every one of those 300+ babies, every day of the week. I was a friend, a disciplinarian, a mother a father… some of those kids actually called me Mommy, I never minded and honestly, their parents didn’t either because they knew I was like a mother to their kids when they weren’t at the school. I was looking out for them and I would protect them fiercely.
First of all, if you don’t want people to comment on your love life, keep that shit to yourself. I learned that shit the hard way. This applies to the single and the attached. You have GOT to chill. Single people, if you complain to your attached friends, they WILL give you advice. PERIOD. Why??? Because, attached people want their friends attached too. It’s the law of the universe, if your friends are out here happy; they want that shit for you too… IF they are actually your friend, they want you to be as in love as they are. So if you don’t wanna hear their opinions, SHUT THE FUCK UP. They’re going to give it to you if you seem to even remotely want it. Don’t be a moron.
This post was inspired because, once again, we’re out here talking about how much of a heaux a woman is if she has sex with a man on the first date. SMH. Half of the slanderers are #nopussygetters anyway and haven’t seen even the outside of a vagina since the last porn they watched on XNXX.com. Nobody believes you’re getting laid, Sir. You’re slandering PUSSY? NOBODY.
So it got me thinking about my “bad habits” and what about them drew me in. Was it the physical like the way they looked or the way they smelled? Or was it the mental like the conversations we had? Or was it pure chemistry, like that moment when the way you look at each other melts your drawls and your inhibitions without fail…?
So now what? Your QB is not cutting it, your Wide Receiver may get a promotion, but who will fill his spot in the meanies??? THIS is where the trades make it a glorious January. You have given the appropriate amount of time for these guys to prove their worth and they have been found wanting.
That being said, understand folks… having a spectacular mouf game can be the difference between making it all the way #JumpoffSeason with your current boo and being recalled to the team or being kicked to the curb in January and not making the Big Game in May.
Wow… Twitter never ceases to amaze me with its “Twitter Logic.” If you aren’t on the Twitter now or you haven’t been keeping up your account I think that you should for the mere ratchet comedy of it all. Twitter is my Real Housewives and all the other horrible reality shows rolled together… The fact is you NEED to [...]
But in all the research I’ve done on Cuffing Season etiquette, I’ve only been able to find posts skewed at the fellas. You may think this is because the ladies don’t do any cuffing season scouting, but you would be WRONG. So very wrong. The unfortunate misconception is that we ladies are content to just get picked for a team, any team, in what amounts to the social network equivalent of a dodge-ball game disguised as love.