Tuesday, February 14, 2006

A Lonely Ho is a Funny Creature

C'mon. . .you know that if you had a man you'd have flowers on your desk. You'd have ballons. You'd have an obnoxious red teddy bear that smells like Jean Naté. You'd be gushing about your evening plans. So stop hating. Stop it with the diatribes on Valentine's Day's commercialization. Stop it with the wack ass poetry. Stop with the men ain't shit poems and the proclamations of how you're a "real" or "grown" woman. Cut that shit out. It's not attractive. It's not mature. It's not HEALTHY.

Rather than worrying about what you don't have, count your blessings. Stop subjecting yourselves to these brothers that you have no interest in (or subjecting them to YOU) just to get a free meal and some attention because everyone else is doing it. Take yourself to lunch. You want flowers and chocolates that bad? I mean, are your fingers broken? Order them yourself, shit. Take yourself to dinner. (Well, maybe not today. Sometimes Valentine's Day dinner theater can get a little nauseating for single folks. Even those with the strongest of stomachs.)

A relationship: nice work if you can get it. But if your résumé needs some brushing up or if you're on a little sabbatical, chill out. It's not the end of the world. There are people in your life who value you. Maybe if more of us treated ourselves better, rather than waiting for a man to do it, we wouldn't be so easily impressed with bullshit. By that I mean the type of bullshit that results in wack ass poetry and bitter Valentine's Day rantings. Just a thought.

So you know what? To all the lovers and the haters: Happy Freakin' Valentine's Day!!

2 comments:

Peabo DeBarge said...

i'm not gonna lie, i stopped reading and started laughing after seeing "jean nate"...is that shit still around ? i remember that stuff as a kid. i might have to cop a bottle. and some brut. oh yeah, "a lonely ho is a funny creature" has officially been jacked for future purposes :-)

Breez said...

LOL, get some Hi Karate while you're at it. . .