Men, Who Hurt You?

A couple of days ago, I was on the page of a “My Space friend” and I noticed the “name” of someone on his Top Friends list. Honestly, I don't know which emotion I felt more: shock, disgust, confusion or anger. Either way, when I read, “I Made My Gutta B**ch My Wife”, it made me emotionally nauseated.

To be honest with you, I am still processing exactly why that was the case. I mean, I don't know what irritated me more: the guy who wrote that degrading, sentimental-less crap or the girl beside him who had the nerve to let him A) marry her, B) kiss her on the cheek as she grinned with pride at such a ridiculous declaration, or C) refer to her in that way whether it be in private or public. Actually, it's probably D) all of the above.

Yet sadly and profoundly, this perverted form of praise is not something that's exceptional in today's society. I work with young women every day who find a sick form of comfort in a guy who sleeps around so long as she is one of the ones on his list---for as little or as long as he wishes; with or without child; with or without disease; with or without common sense; with or without someone else; with or without reason.

Just yesterday, a young man tried to “holla” at me and when I refused him, he replied with “Forgot you then.