NOTE: The original one that posted was an old draft! I edited it but apparently Typepad said,"Eff your edits."
It seems as if every time I got a free moment to read blogs yesterday, I ran into fuggery. Was it a full moon? Naw. But in all that fuggery, I was reminded of a very powerful tool: Men. A few weeks ago a male coworker took a tone with me. I knew he was joking. But someone else overheard and checked him on it. I haven't heard that tone again since then. Nobody had hard feelings but the dude with the tone understood that where Ms. Smart was concerned, even joking, that tone wasn't going to pass.
That mess that went down yesterday though? Un-good. And after reading it, going back that afternoon and it was still there, the question in my mind was: Does he not have any male friends? Did he only run this 'technique' past a bunch of women? Did he run it past women who were tack-heads? Cus surely if he'd run it across any decent man (or woman) in his life, they would have been like, "Bruh? Bruh! You for real?" I also couldn't help hearing my step-father's voice asking his favorite question, "Do I need to come down there? Gimme dat nga's number." <---He STAYS using that exact phrase. It could be over car repairs, the rising price of bacon, or the temperature in my office. And yes, it has happened which is why I always tell his crazy ass NO.
See...
Nobody can check a man like a man. Do y'all understand this?
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