Sippin on Haterade

I was sitting with my man the other day cuddling and being all cute while he was flipping through the channels. He stopped at BET and of course a rap video was on. Immediately a man with pants that looked like he had a load of crap in them, with a shirt that I don’t even wanna know how may sizes too big it was, and Bling Bling that could cover my college tuition 3 times over, bombarded the camera. While he was grabbing his nuts and talking about how much he can drink and how it’s a hard knock life, I was captivated by the ‘video chick’ in the background. Now before any one gets any ideas let me clarify why my eyes were on her.

As I watched the girl I couldn’t help thinking how “perfect” she was. Her hair was beautiful, her face was flawless, and her body was…. well lets say even I had to say “God Damn”. And the funny thing is, is that she was only on screen, and yet, I still got so angry at her. I was hatin’ and hatin’ hard. I thought, why is it that “ordinary” people try so hard to look perfect whether they are trying to impress a potential boo or just to keep up appearances for their man, and yet there are those select few who look like…well… lets face it, the perfect character of a wet dream all day everyday ( to us at least).

My thoughts wandered further to those perfect characters and how they seem to appear at events, clubs, lounges, or wherever we “ordinary” people try desperately to look our best and they just take the spotlight with so much ease its sickening. And as soon as you see one of these characters, you get mad the rest of the night trying to find all, if any, of the character’s imperfections to make you feel better about yourself. Now wifeys, I know some of you may say “Oh no, not me. I am very comfortable with myself. Yada yada yada” But let us be real. You may be comfortable with yourself overall, but there are some cases where a certain character’s hair is just on point, or the outfit is just right that might make you a little jealous and thus making you a little salty. It perfectly natural especially in today’s world.

So I decided to have a conversation with myself. You know, one of those, I said, “Self?”. Self said, “ Hmm?” conversations, and I thought to myself that in most cases the female is NOT worried about me or what I am wearing, doing, saying, or even the group I am with. Hell, she most likely doesn’t even know I am in the same venue as her. And even after this self-conversation, I know next time I go out, wherever it maybe, a perfect character will be out shining me and the cycle will continue all over again. So I ask, will women, ladies, and wifeys alike be able to one day soon dump out the cup of hater-ade , refill their glass with champagne, and enjoy a hate free evening? Or will we have to wait until we are 60 something years old, to not worry over these childish dilemmas in order to find something else to occupy our minds and emotions with?