I am of the belief that the age of no one speaking face to face has given the average dipshit the misguided feeling of being
invincible.
I generally pride myself on being a refined, classy like, dame, skirt, chick, broad – but you people are pushing me to the limit. Someone is giving out the general indication that is it OK to say anything to anyone, regardless of how little you know them and there won’t be ramifications and repercussions.
And by ramifications and repercussions, I am referring to a “Hoodrat Blackout” (alternatively called Trailer Park Palsy, as ignorance knows know race) The “Hoodrat Blackout”, is the moment that even the Ivy Leaugey-est of Prada clutching sister-women have had. Trust me. You may have not even noticed when you said some off-putting, ill-advised bulljive to someone, that they have taken a deep breath, stared off to the distance and had an existential debate on whether kicking your ass would be worth the years of class cultivation they have done. They may be considering if they have time in between yoga, and picking up their gluten free staples at Whole Foods to pencil in opening a can of whoop ass on you. You may have actually still been in the midst of saying some ill-shiznit as they were deciding whether or not they were going to reach into their purse and pull out some Vaseline, take off their dainty earrings and commence to kicking your out of pocket ass.
Of course a woman of class, never actually resorts to violence. Nor does a woman of class boast about potentially kicking your ass. A woman of class also never reveals about how many asses she may have actually kicked. But you would be hard pressed to find a woman of class who did not think about going all INSANE in the membrane on someone at least once a week. **Basically a woman of class has never appeared on a show with the word Basketball on the title on VH1.
Now by nature, I am a live and let live kind of person. If someone has a freak flag I celebrate and help them hoist that sucker in the air. If someone has a peculiar issue, I am the first to love them through it. I say all of that, not to toot my own hippie free loving horn, but to say… what the hell guys? How hard is it for people to perform this 3 step life method?:
- If it does not concern you, hurt you ( or any minors or mentally unincapacitated) mind your business.
- If it does not concern You, ya momma, ya daddy or your churrins or your monies..MIND YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS.
- If the only answer to a particular issue, is letting go and letting God…why don’t you MIND YOUR BUSINESS, SON!?
I am now off to meditate and ask Buddha for continued strength that keeps me from choking the breath out of ill-advised free with the lip, bammas on a daily basis. NAMASTE, BITCHES!