[EDITORS NOTE: 200 posts! I feel like this should be a happier post (like my 100th post wasnt on rape culture, a two parter at that) anyway, this was gonna be a twitter rant but as you can see that would’ve been a whole lotta tweets…so yeah…]
Two of my bishes in the club….and I know they know about each other.
We’d be in the same room
We don’t ever say shit
Let’s keep it between me and you
And we cool (Cause they don’t know)
These heauxs ain’t loyal
R&B station I was listening to, or so I thought. I always had somewhat of an old soul, when I came to music I listened to what people in the house did. My mother was about her oldies, my eldest sister was about her R&B groups. It’s a far cry from what R&B is considered now, dudes are too tough (August Alsina and the 10 lightskinned tatted ninjas who all sound alike) , too glow stick music-y (Usher, Ne-Yo) too high (The Weeknd). Some songs are admittedly catchy but when did slow jams die out, when did it become unpopular to express love. I miss wingman music, dudes singing what I wanted to say for me. Enter the Dru has about 8 tracks that resonate with me to this day, I don’t care about artist X’s side chick. Its all about hindsight, Drake made a career singrapping about how he wasn’t shit; he’s not going to do better yet but still, its unfortunate. Cry for him, Argentina. Anyway, it’s a reflection on the market, love and passion ain’t hot in these streets. Love is boring.
And it should be.
There’s this illusion that love is about overcoming adversity, competing with these other heauxs, break up to make up, who’s gonna text first, was that tweet about me? Nah. If drama is fueling your relationship it’s going to end….badly…very badly. Then again, sometimes you’re just so nice and drama free you find yourself getting dissed for a hoodrat or buckfoy because while they blowing up their phone with nonsense and all you did was say you hoped they had a good day. It’s sad but true, I’ve stopped pleasant conversations with nice women because this other one pissed me off. One time I wanted to clear the air with someone, got ignored, one subtweet later she had unlimited time and 75 WPM typing speed. You can make her smile, but he made her cry herself to sleep, so that holds more weight. Nice is boring, sweet is boring, we crave drama and it’s pretty sad. It’s why a Cosby show wouldn’t work in 2014, women resonate more with a Being Mary Jane than a Claire Huxtable. Men resonate more with a dude from from Black Ink Crew than a Cory Matthews.
Wait how did I get on this soapbox? Lemme step down.
Anyway, it’s a brave new world. I think that’s just become my explanation for a lot of things. I think disrespect has just become way too acceptable in mainstream society. Men are way too comfortable disrespecting women, ones they “love” or otherwise and women have adapted to just withstand it. To bring it full circle, its about overcoming adversity;
“he cheated on you? Don’t let that heaux tear away your family…..ENDURE.”
“She cussed you out after you did something wrong? “Man, fuh that bih that thot ain’t sh t”
The new normal. Or something.