And Another Thing…

Some black person just reminded me of something else. Black people are too cool for EVERYTHING! We don’t participate in anything because all of it is beneath us and soooo last year. We won’t go to a club unless it’s packed. We won’t go to a party unless we know who will be there and that they are “cooler” than we are. We make shit popular and then totally abandon it: anybody bought any good FUBU lately?

Did black people stop to think that EVERYBODY can’t stay home being cool and feeling superior because then we would never have clubs or events to go to? We don’t support shit, therefore we don’t have shit! Or we will support it for a while, as long as the cool ones do, and then move on to the next cool thing. Again with the fickle shit.

Black people are UNFORGIVING of mistakes, unless you’re a child molester or some other type of criminal–then you get a pass. If you ever do anything deemed uncool or wack, your ass is grass with black people. But if you piss on children or develop a nasty crack habit, you’re good money as long as your  next CD is hot or you’ve got a wicked jump shot.

So in summary (because I’m closing the door on this black people shit, but because I’m black I can change my mind at any given time and dare anyone to call me on going back on my word): be good, but don’t be great because then you must have sold your soul to the devil. Get money, but not too much because then black people will take it from you. Don’t ever be the slightest bit uncool, because black people will shun you and it will never be forgiven. Don’t ever go somewhere that’s not the “it” spot or be seen with people who aren’t the “it” people or you could be wack by association and therefore, never acceptable to black people.


About What Looks Like Crazie...

What looks like CRAZIE, is just me. A perfectly flawed circus of contradictions: misanthropic people person; brilliant underachiever; ambitious slacker; tender-hearted bitch; thoughtful mean girl; prudish freak; crazed sanity; bold insecurity; adorable hot mess.
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