Apparently, dumb men are the new plague (if you’re already offended, chances are you’ve got the fever). Now before anyone starts texting and tweeting about how reverse-sexist I’m being, pick up a book…and learn about how reverse sexism is in fact, nothing that has or ever will exist (kind of like reverse racism…)
When you’re finished, I invite you to come back and take a walk with me down the aisle of unadulterated disrespect.
So, about five minutes ago, I was doing some “social networking” and drifted across a friendly post. Some guy who calls himself “KingNoble7” found it in his heart to share with me a video titled “Booty-full Black God-ass-Sis”.
::This is where we collectively sigh::
I used to feel empathetic toward men who reach out to women, Black women in particular, with warped notions of respect. You know, the “peace queen” brothas; the “hey sis” brothas; the “let’s burn incense together during the winter solstice” brothas. The brothas who know how to pronounce “patriarchy” “prison industrial complex” “neo-colonialism” and the rest of those I-went-to-college-and-think-I’m-top-shit terms and phrases in hopes that their correct annunciation will grant them a party pass into my drawers.
First off, there is no party in my panties. That just sounds unhealthy.
Empathy rears its head when I’m reminded of the Black man’s daily fight to function in a society that deems him almost ineligible to exist. And after having gotten to know said brothas, I’ve learned that some, if not most of them have undergone trauma associated with physical abuse. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still empathetic. However, I no longer allow empathy to cloak my apathy for fried chicken grease-like behavior disguised as a celery stick.
Know that every time you “hey sis” me, we do not need to exchange contact information to further discuss the civil war in Sudan, or Tiger Woods for that matter. Please, burn incense as a means to lift the residue of the past from your heart. And when you see the moon in full bloom, call and ask my mood how its doing. (trust me, if you do this, you will be invited to more than just a panty party).