Of hoes and (wo)men

This weekend was a complete mess of scantily clad girls playing dress up trying to pass themselves off as women. It's disgusting. Everywhere I turned I saw nastiness (to which most of my male friends couldn't get enough of). Sistas.. is it really necessary to wear a t-shirt that barely covers your body just because you couldn't find a dress? They DO actually sell shorts, pants and skirts among other things just in case you missed that memo. What bothers me the most is that these heffas are setting the standard for how men treat me and that's where I get pissed. For every woman that has some level of respect for herself, there are 5 Shaniqua's from around the way that don't give a damn. So when I go out dudes feel it's okay to grab me, touch me, and just be outright disrespectful because some other broads have made them feel like this is okay.

This is NOT what's hot in the streets.

Splitting poles

Yesterday after work (and a very unnecessarily blower conversation with the DOB chick I talked about yesterday) my coworker and I discussed what friendship really means. As we were walking and talking, everytime we came up to a pole or a tree she would walk around the opposite side of me. Eventually I asked her about it and she said she always does that. I questioned the whole bad luck thing, chalked it up as some silly superstition and kept it moving but for some reason my overanalytical mind would not let it go.

I thought about all the times people had broken their necks to be on the same side of the pole as me (clearly I'm speaking figuratively). They would try in their best powers to be on my side when I would make it clear that I never have and never will be about sides. I'm about fairness and respect. I'm not perfect but I try my best to see where someone else is coming from in hopes that they'll do the same for me. We don't have to think or act the same just as long as we have a mutual desire to understand one another and our respective viewpoints.

So thinking back on our conversation I couldn't help but think that maybe the act of splitting poles isn't such a bad thing. To me it's symbolic of two individuals walking together in any situation -- whether it be a friendship, relationship or even with a family member -- and at some point differing in views. What sets the situation apart is whether you come to a mutual agreement in the middle (the pole) and meet on the other side or choose to go your own way.

Team BBH

I used to wonder why guys always appeared to have more succesful (and lasting) friendships than females but after countless experiences of "friends" backing out on plans for some random dude, I've finally seen the light. While men adhere to the code of BBH (Bros Before Hoes) too many females are quick to jump on the DOB (Dick Over B*tches) bandwagon. Do you see dudes cancelling plans or putting their boys on the backburner for some chick? NEVER! They will schedule their time with a girl around their pre-existing plans with the boys and not even think twice about it. On the other hand females will carry plans with their friends because they're waiting on some dude to call. You have got to be kidding me.

See.. this is what's wrong with a lot of females these days. The people that truly know me know I don't play that. If you make plans, stick to them. If you can't make it, tell me. Don't bs me and especially not for some dude and then tell me it's because of some dude because I will never look at you the same. EVER.

If you can't tell, I was a victim of DOB this weekend and I was irritated by it to say the least. Needless to say I went ahead and did my own thing, but the point is that I subscribe to the mentality of BBH so when I learn that you're a faithful follower of DOB I'll forgive you and love you no less but don't be surprised when I am reluctant to make plans with you again.