I’m Done Answering Questions About My Hair & Other Things That Irritate Me
***I wrote this post a couple of weeks ago on a turbulence riddled flight from Chicago to New York. At the time, I suppose I was just feeling some type of way, and as usual the page served as my outlet. Since I felt so much better after having said my peace, I really had no desire to actually publish the post to my blog. However, this past weekend (on my birthday), a non-guilty verdict was given with regards to the Trayvon Martin killing. Needless to say I haven't felt much peace since then. I'm not going to speak much about the fuckery that was displayed before , during and after the trial because many have said it better with much more wisdom and truth than I will ever be able to. Instead, I went to the rally for Trayvon in Harlem, I've signed the petition on the NAACP's website, I've called my best friend and discussed it at length and I've just prayed continuously for Trayvon's family and for the sick people that continue to pollute our beautiful world and massacre our people. I have nothing else constructive to say about the situation so I won't. Instead I will refer you to my rant from a few weeks back on some shit that has been irritating me lately.***
"I would say that in general I’m a fairly even-tempered individual most of the time. It takes a lot to rile me up and I tend to avoid confrontation at all cost. If I need to read someone usually my baby sister does it for me. However, there are some things that irritate me and because I’m currently on a turbulence riddled plane after stewing in the airport during a two hour flight delay, I think I shall talk about all the things that really bring out my type A personality."
Questions About My Hair: I’ve been pretty open about my hair, being natural, letting people (people that I know) touch it and so forth for the past five years. I’m over it. Don’t ask me shit, If you don’t know, YouTube it or watch Good Hair or ask another Black person. I’ve paid my dues. (I say this in this nicest way possible)
Constant Complaining: Everyone has good and bad days. I complain at times (I’m doing so right now). But constantly, and all the time?!!!! Girl please get your life I don’t have time. That’s what’s therapy is for!! I Can't!! You’re sucking the life out of me.
Laziness:During undergrad I worked part-time, had a internship, was an RA and still graduated with honors. It’s your life what you put in is what you get out. Grown people please refrain from whining. At a certain point its your life and whatever it is that you're dealing with is quite often a result of your own choices or lack thereof.
Entitled People Who Haven’t Worked For Shit: I encountered this on a daily basis at my undergrad. I’d just like to inform you types that you won’t go far in life.
Airports: I usually get to the gate as my flight is boarding. Sitting in a airport all day irritates me. I suppose this goes with waiting in general. I don’t do well waiting on other people. I think it comes from living by myself. (Some days I’m more patient than others.... mostly when there is food involved :))
People Whose Lives Are In Shambles And Yet Constantly Try to Advise You: Real life Tyrese Gibsons. Please find a stadium and have a seat. I'll make sure you're the first call I make when I want to be as messy as possible.
Slow Moving People: I think this is because I’ve lived in NYC for the past five years. But girl, if you’re gonna move like molasses please slide your ass to one side of the walk way. Why are you taking up the entire sidewalk and holding people up?!!! (This also goes for people who stand in doorways and at train exits so people getting on and off have to meander around them :/)
Gut Busters: Girl…. Now I realize that it is summer and therefore 750 degrees. However, let it be advised that your cellulite and giggly puffs on display for all those to see are not cute. I shall say I’m not a tiny woman, but I’ve never had a gut either. Even still when I wear something form fitting best believe I have no shame in putting on spanks to make sure everything is as nice and tight as possible. The atrocities that I see in my neighborhood on a daily basis surely motivate me to get in the gym at least every other day.
Know It Alls: You really don’t know much. I hate to burst your bubble but you’re actually rather incompetent.
Fuck Boys: "Men who act like it's their job to coach woman into being what they want them to be!" ~ Crissles (Basically all the sexist misogynist assholes who can't even keep a decent job. As usual Crissles says it better than I .) The Read "Say No to Fu*k Boys" Begin at 54 mins in.
Ok I feel much better now. I apologize if I’ve offended anyone but I was feeling a bit pressed. Now that the plane has evened out I’m feeling much better."
xoxoxo Choocolate Girl in the City xoxoxox