Martin Payne was the original Twitter niggas before Twitter niggas existed. Quick witted but scathing, loved his woman but not at the expense of his street cred, always ready to fight but never ready to fight at the same damn time. Dragged women for weaves and their weight…..he was before his time. Above all else, Martin was good for saying something on his radio show or to his boys that got him in trouble at home. The best example being in the very first episode:
“Let me tell you something about my girl Gina, GINA worships the ground I walk on. If I tell Gina to jump, she says ‘how high?’ I tell her watch her head cuz she going to the moon…she don’t give me all that backtalk because she know she got a man who can…..De-liv-ah”
(Yes I did that from memory, its my favorite episode). Of course, Gina got home and reminded him who really worships who
This was 24 years ago (feel old) yet it’s probably more relevant today than its ever been. Why? Because just as Radio Martin wrote a check Martin at home had to cash, in this day and age its not uncommon to find yourself in situations where you have to be mindful of what you say because you never know who’s reading.
In the episode Martin was clearly wrong, but in real life its very easy to slip up and have a Martin moment. We’re increasingly passive aggressive in this social media era, communication has been reduced to subtweets and memes. I have to check myself sometimes, as much as I want to say “she gets on my fucking nerves” and hit send, I need to be cognizant of the fact I’m sending this to 3500 strangers who can do with it what they wish. (A few months back I made a cheeky crack about my ex girlfriend and it blew up to the point I’ve had a stranger in real life point at me and be like “pull the plug”…Twitter is amazing and frightening at the same damn time). As the great philosopher K. Omari West describes it, I’m just talking like it’s you and me. Which it is, but then it isn’t. Lord knows my Twitter has gotten me in trouble over the years, much like Martin I tried to trivialize, tried to get indignant but at the end of it, like Meek Mill or Azaelia Banks, I was catching this L. (Shoutout to the white reader who doesn’t get any of these references).
Just as I have had my Martin moments. I’ve had my Gina ones too. Have a little squabble, you’re like Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I’m gonna shake it off, shake it off (see white readers, I got you) and then log on social media and there’s that passive aggressive meme, subtweet or Beyoncé lyric, and I’m like WTF?!? Now she got other people in our business? Letting some other dude know something is rotten in the state of Denmark? Be ready to lose my mind up in here, up in here. I’m (something like) a writer, I like to think I’m subtle and clever with my shade, while she might as well post my picture with a red circle around it like “this is exactly who I’m talking about”. Gets on my damn nerve.
(So as you can tell, this may or may not happen occasionally)
Two Martins seldom work, you both sending shots, until someone goes for the jugular and now you’re screenshotted on BlackSportsOnline. We are a society that promulgates our thoughts now, for better or for worse and someone gotta be the Gina and maintain the order offline. It’s not even a gender thing, we just seen Beyoncé just drag Jay for half an album and he can’t fire back, he just gotta love them ankles and listen to Dangerously in Love to remind himself she still loves him. Actually, Bey might be Martin AND Gina, Jigga is just Cole. Poor Hov. He stabbed a guy and now he’s this. Anyway, sometimes you just got to respect how people choose to express themselves, provided they aren’t flat out disrespectful.
Me, I’m very much a Martin. I’m going to say what’s on my mind whether social media or here. I’m respectful and will elucidate on something said if necessary (I just really really don’t like to). My ideal match gets that about me but can also hold me accountable if I stray too far off the reservation. Sometimes I say things she might not like or agree with but respects my right to say it. Or…maybe she’s better off just blocking me and refusing to read this blog (Hi). Maybe we are just too woke for our own good these days. We wouldn’t be here if our grandparents knew everything the other was up to and thinking about. While the onus is on a Martin to not be out here talking reckless especially in public, a Gina gotta understand that every word isn’t meant for her eyes and ears. But we know most people aren’t that understanding so just watch what you say in these stweets…lurkers be lurking.