Guess what! My mother was NOT a THOT, hoe, skank, floozy, side chick, jezebel or anything of that nature. While that may come from the innocence of being her daughter and being in awe of the image of absolute perfection she displayed to me and my sister on a daily and consistent basis, I feel secure in my statement. Now, if my mother was out there doing her thing? That’s another story for another day and one that you and I will never be aware of because whatever may have been done happened before the age of social media, cell phone cameras and videos, and Facebook® Lives. I get a little giggle and touch of nostalgia when I think about all of the shit we did when we were younger but there is no permanent internet trail to prove it. I am a child of the 70s/80s and we were free to be and do whatever we wanted within the limits of what our ‘village’ saw and were able to report back to our parents. Back in those days, the only eyes we had to worry about being snitches and watchdogs were our neighbors looking out of their windows or seeing us while they were watering their gardens.
In this jankety society? There is no privacy, there is no way for you to play Hide and Go Freak with the neighborhood boys and it stayed in your neighborhood with no proof of anyone actually touching your newly sprouting boob under the t-shirt but over the bra. You can’t even just run to the store looking homeless because there will be someone there ready to snap a pic and post it to social media critiquing you with the subject “DAAAAYYUUUUM! She used to be so fine! I guess life is hard for her #RaggedyBitch #Homeless #DodgedABullet”. Queen, you know you are FINE but now you feel the need to prove it to millions of unknown losers around the world. There is no freedom to be young and dumb because everyone has an itchy trigger finger on that record button on their expensive ass phone to upload you at your lowest moment with the quickness to share with the entire world. I’ll say it again for those in that back, MY MOTHER WAS NOT A THOT, HOE OR SKANK, was yours?
This newfangled age of technology has made us so weak and disconnected from reality it actually sickens me. I am so old school that I actually cherish a face to face conversation and this is speaking volumes because I’m also an introvert who doesn’t like people. We have become so comfortable in being keyboard bullies on social media that we forget the people we are responding to are human beings with feelings. We see a post on social media we may not agree with and, instead of scrolling right past it, we feel it’s our GOD given right to tell them how stupid they are for feeling the way they do or believe. Today’s society also places so much emphasis on how many “Likes” we get that we sacrifice our dignity and self-respect. I am so absolutely sick and tired of seeing scantily clad females taunting others with their assets just to get the “thumbs up”
that I get annoyed and have to take a break from social media. I will not apologize for not being enticed, intrigued or in awe of a female with a surgically enhanced ass twerking in slow motion or a female wearing next to nothing with her legs wide open gesturing for men to come hither. Sorry, not sorry, but females are not the only internet THOTS out there selling their self-respect and dignity for some likes because I see just as many males pimping themselves out with a towel wrapped around their waist, grinding in slow motion or even jumping rope in slow motion with no draws on so you can see his dang-a-lang flopping up and down. All of this may appeal to some but it doesn’t impress me in the least because I would never want someone who has plastered the body I’m supposed to call mine with the entire world of social media. You are free to do you, Boo, but you will never do me because I don’t share.
As you are well aware of, I am a mother of 2 beautiful, yet highly impressionable, teenage daughters who is also single and would absolutely cringe and try to disappear if they saw me half naked or twerking online on one of their friend’s phones. When did mothers become so classless and lack couth? When did we stop caring what our children would think or go thru when their classmates are drooling over our asses or titties hanging out of our clothes posted to social media to get some likes?
Hell, I remember how my mother dressed every single day, whether it be for work, cleaning the house or going to a motorcycle function and at no time was she advertising what she had to offer. I can scroll thru social media right now and see a mother of 3 with so much cleavage displayed, I’m surprised I don’t see a nipple, with even less material covering her ass as though she isn’t friends with her child(ren) on social media. Do you really think when you post a sultry picture to get the attention of the other sex that your teenage children’s friends don’t see and are jerking off to you and then taunting your child? Seriously, you can keep all of that attention because I want more for my daughters than that.
Somehow, in this world of acquiring Likes®, we’ve deemed one another as competition. Let me ‘splain something to you real quick, I am in competition with no one. Do I own that I am an attractive woman? Yes, I do but I don’t say it out of conceit or arrogance but I also don’t rely on it as a crutch in defining who I am. My parents raised me to be a decent, proud, intelligent and responsible human being. I also am comfortable in the fact that there are women who are physically more attractive than me and I will graciously compliment her beauty because I am secure in who I am as a woman. Unfortunately, everyone doesn’t possess this mindset, they feel if another female garners more male attention than she does that she’s a bitch, whore, or competition for attention.
This is truly hilariously sad because, nine times out of ten, she doesn’t even want the attention and is just being socially polite. You have so many females who will bar hop with all of their assets on display, get sloppy drunk, flirt with, and more times than not sleep with, all of the men in the establishment and think they are the absolute bees knees and that they have it on lock until a female who isn’t seeking anyone’s attention walks in the door. What these loose females fail to realize is they aren’t even in the same category with the woman who walked in with her head held high and not reeking of desperation. The woman who walked in isn’t thinking about Ms. Loose Booty or anyone who has bedded her, she knows she is worth and deserves more than a male buying her a drink to get the pannies.
There are females out here who believe because they are giving up the goods, they are someone’s girlfriend even though they’ve never been seen in public with this individual, had a real date, been to their home for anything less than some trashy ass sex in any room except his bedroom, or met his kids. These same females will get in their feelings when the regular booty calls cease because he has decided to move on and be serious with another female he wants to take around town, on dates, chill at his home, build and is proud to be seen with.
The reality is, this man knew you were easy and got what he wanted from you because he smelled the desperation when you spoke to him, what do you think drew him to you in that establishment? Do you think it was your personality? No? Oh, it must have been your intelligence he sought out from across the room of intoxicated party goers. No, baby, you reeked of desperation for some male companionship which smelled like a bitch in heat to a dog that walked thru the door.
In the words of my Daddy, One thing for certain and two things for sure, only an insecure female will be intimidated by another female’s presence. I give thanks and praises to how I was raised because how another person views me doesn’t consume me, what they eat don’t make me shit. I am proud to state I am 47 years young and I have the understanding that anyone I deal with my age has a past, just as do I, and I don’t hold that against them. At my age and maturity, I am not here to compete with any other female over a man and, the reality is, the choice isn’t even mine or that other female’s, it is his. He knows what he wants in his life at that time, just as I do, and if it’s just to bust a nut, he’s all yours but if he wants to build with someone, I’ll hear what he has to say and move accordingly.
Until women respect and appreciate one another for who and how they are, there will always be jealousy, insecurities, hating, and slander. Whatever happened to the Sister Girl code of unity?
Oh, that’s right, it went out the window when that easy on the eyes brother walked thru the door and you just had to prove you were the better choice by sleeping with him than the female you don’t have license to judge. We seriously need to do better and start supporting and cheering for instead of bashing and degrading one another over someone whose cup of tea we are not. As Jill Scott® sang, “Everythang ain’t for everybody”. Your Boo will come along, I promise, but you have to stop doling your goods out like Halloween candy trying to find him because the one who’s for you won’t bed you on his couch the first night the two of you spend time alone. Keep it tight, ladies, you’re sitting on a platinum mine not a pot of some Dollar store off brand candy.