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Slap-Boxing With Jesus

Downgrade You

Not to give away some ammunition for the humps that take my thoughts in another direction here, but I haven’t been on a meaningful date in almost a year. While part of me tends to think that this is due to my unwillingness to pay for the entire Denny’s check (surely it can’t be due to my strapping good looks straight from the darkest regions of Lagos), I can’t help but notice that I’m not the only one who has similar issues.

Before the Internets made it easier to cop a mixtape and rap was still in its pre-prima Donna phase, it used to be that if your means of transportation wasn’t a Huffy or a monthly pass, you could pull anybody off the bus stop with little qualms. Even fat asses like Big Pun and Frank White made the shit look easy. But somewhere between the time when Baby and Slim began tonguing down the Hot Boys and Diddy shot some random-ass bystander in the face and blamed Shyne did the public‘s ideals changed. Whereas you could roll up on a busted Peugeot and pull the flyest shorty on the block, now it seems a must that men have to literally wear their 401(k) in their mouths to even have a shot at talking to some random-ass ‘hood rat.

While I’d like to believe that as the quality of life improves - what with technology making it easier to see a pair of breasts almost at will now – most people should rightfully expect more than pink cookies in a plastic bag for a gift, it seems to me that hip-hop may have a hand in this shift. With songs supporting the woman’s independent lifestyle meshing with television’s portrayal of men as either a flossed-out, shallow hooligan or gun-toting, drug-running wife beaters, it’s not hard to see how fucked this scenario is for the average nine-to-fiver. I particularly remember an outing from a while back where my date’s career aspirations were to “marry a rich rapper and live off their expense.”

If only it were morally acceptable to slap the ever loving shit out of a woman in public. But I digress.

That’s not to say that women need to lower their standards when it comes to the entire scene, lest they’d end up with one of the zombie crackhead types that flood my city. But at the same time they shouldn’t automatically assume that all men are trying to smash as soon as they make eye contact with them. Perhaps if they weren’t so condescending on the way they perceive things such as interracial dating (read: Black man with a cracka-ass cracka woman) as well, some women would probably spend less time shitting on their friend’s mate while secretly plotting to screw him behind her back. I’m just saying.

Bottom line, love is not supposed to have any monetary value. And if people would stop listening to rap music like it’s Dr. Phil or some shit, maybe there’d be a little more unity in the culture to begin with.

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