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A testimonial from Michelle

An E-mailer had some stuff to get off her chest…

No pun intended.

Take it away, Michelle….

my experience with the ghetto type

I wanted to share a incident I sadly got in to recently.
My boyfriend and I were at the grocery store, by the butcher counter just looking at the different selections. When These two women walked by talking amongst themselves. My boyfriend over heard their conversation which he found interesting, I’ll say. They were saying that this particular grocery store “always over charges for everything!!”. He then repeated what he heard, quietly to me his exact words were “that woman just said they overcharge for everything here”…He couldn’t understand why they would be shopping in this store if they in fact did over-charge for everything (let me mention they had a cart full of items). There’s a lot of other grocery stores in our city all within minutes of each other which includes one directly across the parking lot called Price Right, the kind of store with really cheap food with out the brand names, so why not just go there? Right?
That was that. We went about our business. He didn’t say anything harmful or offensive about this woman. And he didn’t even think he said it loud enough for anyone else to hear him anyway. BUT, one of them did.
So the woman that overheard him said quite loudly to her friend “He just told his girlfriend what I said, IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH THAT, AM I NOT ALLOWED TO SAY THAT!” And then started the stare down. You could just feel those eyes burning a hole through you.
So, we know now that she overheard him talking about what he overheard, haha. But, not a big deal…let’s just keep shopping. As we walk by them, they wont take their eyes off of us. As if they are trying to be intimidating. Which there is no need for. But, I could already see where this was heading. We head down an isle and that is when we get followed by one of the women. She’s yelling at the top of her lungs at us (apparently because we didn’t engage her) saying “OH YOU JUST WALK BY! I’LL F*CK YOUR SH*T UP, I’LL F*CK YOUR SH*T UP”. We keep walking, there’s no point in fueling this crazy woman. She keeps it up though. My boyfriend at this point says a few things to her, such as “turn around, you’re annoying” which of course makes her have to fluff her feathers even more and says again that she’ll fuck him up, but this time drags me in to it and says “and your girlfriend wont do anything about it”. First off, because he overheard your conversation, thought it was a little silly and told me blood has to be shed? And you’re going to threaten to beat up a man, because you’re just so tough lady.
When she said that I turned around and said very calmly “You know, you’re acting really ghetto right now and this is embarrassing”. Her response “do you even know what ghetto is?!!!!” Yes, you. No need to explain, the whole store knew by now. She keeps firing off her words, hoping to set us off I’m sure.
My boyfriend and I just continue our shopping. Though I seriously just wanted to get the hell out of there already.
We check out, go to our car and load the groceries in the back. When what do you know, this woman is standing outside of the exit glaring at us. Enough already. We get in and just drive away.
About an hour later, we realize we forgot an item…so we head to a different grocery store (which is right down the street from us) to just grab the item quickly. What do you know? We run in to the same two women at this store.
Great, not this again. I had finally just calmed down. But now do I have to prepare for an attack or something?
Thankfully this encounter went better. All that was said from the loud mouth tough *ss was “see you at your next stop sweety”.

What a crazy, crazy experience. I found myself just confused. Why would someone act like that over such? What was the need? Is this a western where you have to duke it out or else?
What is there to prove? Who can get arrested faster? I mean, was I really expected to fight this woman over the words that were exchanged between herself and my boyfriend? Did she really want him to fist fight her?

Ghetto. Ghetto. Ghetto.

And here’s where I’ll mention that these women were white! And I’m throwing that in because reading a lot of the comments on your blog, I have noticed that a lot of the people commenting like to jump on you and say you’re racist and assume that you’re speaking of one race. Without taking the time to think, obviously.

Well, that is all.

Thank you for your time,

Michelle

Actually, that wasn’t all…

and just to be clear

Despite my subject on the first email stating “my experience with the ghetto type” this is not my only. In my 26 years I’ve run in to, went to school with even had friends and friends of friends as a kid that fall in to this category. But this was just over the top for me at my age. I felt like I was in high school all over again.

Well, peanut gallery…you’re welcome to weigh in.

You can’t make this stuff up #6

Those of us who grew up in the hood know buckets. But colored tape over busted taillights and plastic where a window should be has nothing on the following:
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Alex Cruz sent the photo, and he can explain it better:
“Driving on my way home to CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY, I saw a guy with his entire door duct taped. AMC movie theatres could totally use him for a slogan, ‘silence is golden, duct tape [is] silver.’ Hence the attached picture.”

#51: Halloween

sexy soldierGhetto people get up for most all holidays. Usually because they’re excuses to get into certain activities. As mentioned a month ago, it’s the time to either eat like a pig, drink like a fish, smoke like a chimney maybe, party like a rockstar…or in the case of Halloween, do the following:
-dress like a complete whore. Used to be that females did like everyone else and dressed in rather silly costumes. While some still do, many chicks have latched on to this obsessive need to be a “sexy ____.” Sexy werewolf, sexy firefighter, sexy sportswriter, sexy person who cleans toilets, sexy bowling shoe disinfector (probably isn’t a word, who cares?), sexy serial rapist. Hell, there will probably be some fat ghetto girl who comes out in a bra and panties and says that’s her costume so she can get laid. Any excuse to wear tight revealing sh*t and get their cleavage drooled into like the attention whores they are, these tramps are now making the most un-sexy thing you can possibly think of “sexy”…perfect night for a ghetto girl to get knocked up at 2am. And she won’t know who the father is because he was masked up that night* and she was drunk off Incredible Hulks.
-be criminal and destructive. Throw eggs, play Bushwick Bill and rob little kids for their trick or treat bags, deface cars, or take it to the annual Detroit extreme: burn houses down on Devil’s Night. Putting innocent families who don’t have insurance on the street. Yep, there’s ghetto bastards ready to make a fun night miserable this weekend.hallowsluts
-get the little crumb-crunchers free candy. Hey, ghetto people love free crap and they wanna shut their kids up…what better way to kill two birds with one stone than to send their little bad *sses out in those cheap supermarket vinyl costumes (hey, screw getting creative) to go get candy that will have their heads jumping off their bodies for a week?

*Speaking of creativity, ghetto dudes 16 and up will likely just throw on a mask with their everyday gear, and call it a costume since they’re too “hard” to turn their swag off and really get silly with it. They just wanna hit up a party and look to come up…maybe on some skins, maybe on some money from knocking off a liquor store (save the hate mail), who knows.

Anyways, Halloween is simply there to usher in the ghetto holiday f*ckery that’s just getting started.

#45: Being ready for trouble when partying

Was watching NBC Nightly News while listening to beats over the weekend of this writing. Lester Holt suddenly mentions that there was a shootout at a bar on a snowy Thursday night in Toledo, Ohio, with fairly robust surveillance footage. Ghetto people know full well that’s not a strange occurrence. Sh*t goes down at bars, clubs, and party functions where ghetto people are in attendance. Ask that idiot C-Murder, he’ll break it down for you.

Hey, the life is hectic. There’s bound to be a bunch of dudes (or thuggish-ruggish lesbians) interested in acting out dormant Mobb Deep fantasies, wishing a fool would so they can dust off the line they’ve waited their whole life to say: “I’ll be right back.” These same folks probably do drive an Ac and keep a Mac in the engine. Probably mack to girls in the function with razor blades in their mouth ready to buck fifty somebody. Well, we at least know that’s how New York party animal thugs rolled back in the 90s…and a lot of fools’ tactics don’t necessarily change with the times…but I digress.

At spots where the ghetto people are in the building, that *ss gotta be prepared. Know the exits (not just for the fight or shootout, but even if the dancefloor gets a little tight). Keep the coat and the purse and your crew close by. Might need to tuck in your chain in case of the party getting robbed (that does happen). Know what you can grab to swing at somebody and knock off a block or two. Don’t stand anywhere near the bouncer (they tend to either get touched or do the touchin’). And have a good first step. Hell, you might even wanna get like homeboy at the 2:41 mark of the video and practice that little stolen base strut he was working to perfection. He’s obviously one ghetto person who likes baseball. This may not be #6, but you really can’t make this stuff up.

#44: T.G.I. Friday’s–and other “bar and grills”

tgifridaysYo, f*ck T.G.I. Friday’s.

No, really…f*ck T.G.I. Friday’s.

I mean, as a restaurant, Friday’s is cool, you can slide off in there and get a proper meal that’ll stick to your ribs, feel good about life with the game or some random ESPN show on in the background.

The goddamn bars they have in them, however, are complete ghetto douchebag conventions.

And since ghetto people have a bad habit of f*cking off all the dedicated bars in town, leaving the security guards of said defunct establishments needing a post to work, you end up finding both varieties of meatheads converging on the local Friday’s. Somehow Friday’s shines as this supposed place to be.

This is especially the case in ghetto suburbs. Because these are places where the dedicated bars never existed to begin with, there’s a true obnoxiousness level one finds himself steeped in the minute they walk in. It’s hard for this author to wrap his head around. How in holy hell did Friday’s just become like the sh*t to ghetto people?

Really, it’s the douchiest place in the world. It’s lit like the developers of each location went nuts buying up the local f*ckin’ Lamps Plus. Other features of the decor make you think a barber pole just threw up on its walls and tables after having too many Friday’s drinks. Crowd consists of wannabe fat cat cigar smokers, the motorcycle club delegation (often Ruff Ryders), mutant looking females in the building to test drive the hair they just got done…for Friday’s of all places. How the hell does one try to get chose up in Friday’s? Whether it’s macking or bringing a date, you can’t hear a goddamn thing in there! And it gets stupid packed too. Ghetto people pack lots of patience for Friday’s because most people with half a brain and any dignity dig in their heels, spin 180 degrees and jump it off elsewhere.

It can easily be like this at the hood Chili’s, hood Applebee’s, hood Bennigan’s, what have you…but ALL T.G.I. Friday’s spots get this way after 4pm. This author is surprised they don’t just splurge for a DJ that likes to play Baha Men and Wang Chung, charge a dub admission, and introduce bottle service so ghetto people can really feel they’re doing it big.

Anyone reading this, please explain why the hell T.G.I. Friday’s is so f*ckin’ popular?

#40: 24/7 Alcoholism

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You know how you see somebody and you just KNOW they been drekkin’? You know know how you SMELL somebody and you just know they been drekkin’?

Times ain’t that hard and it ain’t always a party. It is ghetto to be drinking, drunk, or have liquor breath if you’re not painting the town red, watching the game, doing champagne brunch, in the studio or casino, chilling with some skins, or simply meditating by self-medicating at the end a long hard day. There’s a time and a place for getting it in, and until then, gotta be about that self-control.

Something ain’t right about the cat having the alcohol dragon behind you in the checkout at the supermarket…at 9 in the frickin’ morning. Something ain’t right if you’re drinking before driving the kids to school, then having them drive you to the store to reload the clip on the way home so you don’t catch a DUI rap. Dude tryna mack up a freak at the bus stop when his eyes are dim and watery should be shot down by her. And ladies, y’all are douchebags if you’re drinking between the invite over a man’s rest and your arrival, then having the nerve to demand respect when you don’t respect yourself or him enough to come correct with the presentation. theseeyes

This author sees you who was invited to hang out, got in the car immmediately fiending for a drink way too early in the day, and when the decision is made to play along, cop some drink and make lemons into the lemonade of laughs, you pass on sharing brew, wine, even Hennessy, in favor of satisfying your suspect Cisco fetish. Cisco, known to the hood faithful as crack juice! Your flipping the script and suddenly needing a drop-off immediately afterward to go babysit your friend’s child was addition by subtraction.

Matter of fact, calling these drinking situations ghetto is an insult to the term “ghetto.” Nah, it’s just flat out trifling.

And I don’t buy that one is expanding his mind when he’s doing dummy moves to begin with (the drink of choice being Thunderbird spiked with a Kool-Aid packet doesn’t help his case). That person is just bad at life. May as well smoke crill.

Author’s note: This entry coming up as #40 was purely coincidental….or not.

You can’t make this stuff up #5

Out on the town a few weeks back, I spotted the following:
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Yeah, it’s the ghetto Lady Deathstrike. A female Freddy Krueger. And she looked about 40 something running with her boyfriend that was probably 28 or 30. So she’s been studying at the Cougar Den. And her thickness indicates she was taught to kill her own food using those.

You guys can’t tell in the pic, but those things were quite thick and sturdy lookin’. Can’t imagine bangin’ her walls out and her carving one’s back up with those talons (not saying I wouldn’t poke–she had a nice meaty rack and, as you can see, a serviceable rump). What practical use could she have for those things? Maybe to sniff 2 lines worth of coke at once? And why do chicks with these swords on their fingers always have jobs that involve typing?

Author’s note: Yeah, it’s the first post in 30 days. Had been out enjoying summer for one (freaks, sneakers, drinks, you know the deal). Beyond that, what’s the point of casting pearls to swine, AKA these recent commentators who take this blog on face value and swear they know what this author is talking about better than I do. Reminds me of people who buy magazines for the pictures and not the written content. Those who see me drop it over on Kicks On Fire and Very Smart Brothas know the real deal. Anyway, all that is to say I’m alive and well.