Anthony Williams, a young black man, once said, "No matter how you dress it up, nigga is a slave name."
The word is treated as a term of endearment among black youth...hell, I really do not have a say on the matter because I am white. I am sort of teetering a thin line even bringing the conversation up, but I can't see as much stock in a word that has had such a demeaning past. It would be like my friends saying to me, "What's up, fat ass!?"
Some believe by using the word affectionately and often enough, they prove that African Americans can no longer be shackled to condescension by hatefully being labeled. Maybe it's as similar as a homosexual man or woman being accepting of the term, "faggot" or "dyke," and who is or are courageous enough to express openly that, yes they are fags or...dykes and say, "What are you going to do about it?" to those with abhorrence against them. I, on the other hand, can't spot the good in statements like those that are so hateful.
Some call for a reformation, stating the term should be purged from our culture. For those with that mind-set, they are too few and far between. Others suggest that if enough people get behind abolishing our past or other terminology; that if enough people were tired of the word, and this is just an example, "armadillo," they could erase that from the Earth as well, and just rename an entire species of animal in result, as well. To me, it's a lot scarier to erase a whole period of our past, then to simply move-on and coincide. If that's too painful or arduous, then I suppose the only alternative would be to blame our ancestors.
Why can't we blame them? Thanks for not thinking forward, and not looking for more environmentally-friendly vehicles and steam engines GE or Ford - god damn'it! Whoever designed the Titanic, thanks a lot for being a giant douche and not supporting a better rutter-system on your colossal-beast of a cruise liner. Oh, and by the way, I bet those people who drowned and froze-to-death in the chill, artic waters of the Atlantic were thankful of the asshole who suggested the idea of not over-stocking the boat with enough life-jackets for everyone who was poor. The walls of the hull weren't even thick enough by building standards, you son of a bitch, Mr. Thomas Andrews, chief designer...oh, and let's not forget the shipping company, Harland and Wolff, you cheap dicks! Then again, people have the option of saying whatever they like to one another.
Let's brighten the mood, shall we. First, I would like to discuss weddings and honeymoons. This past month, we have seen the date read 07/07/07, just like last year's infamous 06/06/06 (It's just an occurrence; don't look anything into it)
July 7th marked the number one day of this year for consecutive wedding dates. I don't know what the deal was with getting married on 07/07/07, if, for instance, it meant something or what; seven has ties with being the number of our Lord, so I assumed people wanted married on what they perceived as a sacred day. That is all well and dandy, but then I started thinking of the honeymoon being, basically, a sex-vacation. Now, I know not everyone is as relaxed with sexual urges as others, and the honeymoon can be the first of many times the new couple could spend with one another, relaxing on what I have always foreseen as a tropical paradise, decked out with steel drum music, cabana bars, and sparkling blue-blue (crystal clear turquoise water, like you see in the movies) bays, with other happy couples and possibly children, snorkeling in the ocean water. That would be the ideal honeymoon. Some couples, though, the first chance they get, place the "do not disturb" sign around their door handle, strip down to nothing, and give each other a "workout," if you know what I mean, with the windows opened, and the seagulls carry the ocean breeze on their relentless cawing, hence, the sex-vacation.
This, in turn, reminded me of the Las Vegas commercials, where the slogan states, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." If all you did on your honeymoon was sex each other up, what would your alibi be for not seeing anything, and just staying in bed?
"Hey Keith, you just returned from your honeymoon, correct? Jamaican isles, right? What'd ya see?"
"Well, ahhh....we saw a big waterfall...."
"A waterfall!? Cool...do you remember the name?"
"Well... (I remember we could see it from the hotel, while we had sex) ...no, I can't - can't recall....the name...."
"You must've seen more than just a waterfall in Jamaica, right?!"
(The room-service guy saw my penis...why did he only knock twice, and then enter?) "Ummm...we surfed!" (I remember having to shove Jessica off my...when that room-service guy barged in....)
"How was that?"
"I never could stand fully up on the board long enough to actually surf. I just laid on my belly, and paddled... (Can't believe we snuck out to the pool after hours...they had it closed for two days after that because they found "foreign bodies" floating atop the water...)"
"Probably embarrassed the hell out of you, didn't it!?"
"More of a scare really...I didn't know if they would recognize the stuff floating in the water...."
"What stuff in the water???"
(Shit! You're just about to reveal to your boss that you came in the pool at your hotel...be cool; tell him a school of jelly fish were in the ocean...are jelly fish edible? Did they close the pool after a kid noticed cum floating in the water...what if your grandma swam in that pool after...why am I thinking of so many random things!?)
Honeymoons an excuse for a sex-vacation...totally plausible! Anything wrong with sex-vacations...nope.
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