First, we all do agree that Flava of Love is the bestest show evuh and that NY should have her own show. Why? Crazy people are funny. Oh and by ‘WE’, I mean Panama, X Noblog, Juli, and I! But I have to believe that somewhere, Chuck D, Professor Grif, and Terminator X are sitting around a big round table with chart covered papers, plans, and contengency plans spread before them. They have to be plotting to pull a serious Drop Squad move on Flava Flav. Or are they?
Maybe his Public Enemy posse isn’t shocked by his willingness to franchise his bafoonery. Why? Wasn’t he something of the funny man in the group? Yeah he plays instruments. Yeah he probably wrote some things. But the role he played for the public was one of ha-ha-funny man of the group. Right? So then maybe his stint as Mr.VH-1 is just an extension of a part of him he’s tried to minimalize when he was with Public Enemy.
You ever meet someone and start talking. You catch yourself not really listening to them but waiting for pauses in the conversation so you can have your say? Admit it. We all have. Then days, weeks, months later, we sit shocked when this person displayed an odd behavior. The behavior doesn’t have to be extreme but just something we didn’t expect.
I believe that you can find the truth out about anyone. All you have to do is shut up. Try it. The next person you meet, just be quiet. Ask them lots of questions but never expose how you truly feel. This way, if they’re gay, they will be openly gay because they don’t know you are anti-gay. If they smoke weed like 50 going north (whatever that means), they’ll do it because they don’t know how much you dislike it. In other words, they won’t adjust themselves to make a good impression. Then again, sometimes people make incorrect assessments. Which is probably why I’ve had so many men come at me on some I-go-to-church-every-Sunday type game. People, what about me says ‘USHER BOARD’?
Not long ago I was out with some people. Somehow, one of the chicks started talking about Brad and Angelena. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, stop reading now and go crawl back under your rock. This isn’t for you. Anyhow, this chick said it’s what Jen gets. That if Angelina can come along and steal Jen’s man, more power to Angelina. I made mental note of this. I’ve known this chick for a while. She went on and on too. I might have almost forgotten who I was dealing with had she not launched into this editorial. She’s so the type to try and push up on anyone’s man. Married or not. It’s her steeze. And since I shut up and let her openly express how she felt about Brad, Angelina, and Jen, I was reminded of how she rolls. So then, were I to have her habitually braless ass all up and through my man’s house, then one day find out they’re screwing, who do I really blame? I’d be mad at myself because I knew what type of hoe she was from day one.
When I sat and watched the Flava of Love marithon yesterday–on my first official day unemployed–I was amazed at how many of the chicks ignored what NY presented herself as. From jump, NY said she wasn’t about being anyone’s friends. So then why were broads still trying to befriend her? Because people don’t listen.
I think this is it for today. I really need to go wash clothes. I’m entering my second day of being unemployed. I thought it would be like it was before. But I’m bored and a little sad. Go figure. I’m not even the type of person whose identity is tied to what I do between 8 and 5. But waking up with nowhere to go and nothing to do is a little disheartening.
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