The Phaded Life

Me and The B-Word

I never liked saying that word. I was taught to never utter such a profane term while referring to a woman. And why would I? Especially hearing Queen Latifah talk about punching someone “dead in his eye” over it as an impressionable preteen. I remember getting in trouble for playing with the word and this girl’s name in class and almost catching wreck for it in the 5th grade. And it wasn’t until high school that I notice my fellow classmates substitute the words for girl, woman, etc. for the unflattering “terms of endearment”. 

So what was a nice, well mannered, young brother from West Philadelphia supposed to do in a climate where “respect” for the other gender lost its luster? I almost got into a fight in college with these younger guys who worked for dining services over asking this question about a girl he saw me with: “So Mike, is that your new bitch?” I had to politely tell that kid to chill but then since he lacked class, he automatically tried to act tough but of luckily, nothing came of it. Ironically, the girl I defended actually put me through some of the most uncalled for, unscrupulous bullshit of my collegiate junior year and the summer that followed. But is she a bitch? Nope. Just a goofy broad who actually did me a favor. Blessing in disguise.

I’m almost 30 years old. Well, I have like 2 and half years to go but you’ll get the point. I’ve dealt with  women who were beautiful inside and out and I’ve also dealt with a few ladies that I wanted to put in eight consecutive headlocks. I’ve dropped the “b-word” in conversation with a limited number of friends only while expressing my frustration about any woman who decides to bring forth bullshit in my path. I’ll probably never call a woman a “bitch” to her face because that’s not how I get down but I can never say “never” right? So I’ll do my best to maintain my composure.

What I find really find humorous are the women who call themselves “bad bitches”. “Bad Bitch” usually refers to a woman who’s on point physically and maybe mentally (I don’t think I’ve ever heard Trina discuss the Pythagorean Theorem in her songs but she could be a rocket scientist). I have no problem stepping out with a very attractive woman but if she ever said to me “Mike, I’m a bad bitch yada yada yada” I’d have to treat her like she’s expendable. A woman with confidence is a must have  but there’s a difference between that and a false sense of entitlement. In conclusion, if you refer to yourself as a “bitch”, don’t be surprised if you receive that kind of treatment.