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Young ladies, listen to me carefully:
Certain individuals online and off want to tell you that the OOW birthrate and
(UNMARRIED) single parenting aren't that bad, beating you over the head with the
frozen trout of exceptions--"my Mom's boyfriend's cousin's Pastor's adopted
daughter's professor's barber's niece is raising two kids by herself with a good
job, a side business, bakes cakes/pies for the homeless shelter [they won't tell you
that's where her babydaddy actually LIVES] and is just six credits shy of her
Master's degree"--in the process.
These people are basically Crazy Uncle Larry (who doesn't have one?) coming up with
the bright idea--at the July Fourth barbecue, no less!--of holding a fireworks
display IN THE LIVING ROOM:
Using said fireworks reserved for PROFESSIONALS.
With the windows closed.
And the A/C off.
In hella close proximity to every flammable substance/material known to man.
After stripping down to his 15-year-old BVDs and tube socks, dousing himself with
lighter fluid that he mistook for his water bottle.
Because he just sucked back three blunts, two shots of NyQuil, and a fifth [750ml
bottle for the skybox seats] of Johnnie Walker Red.
(What? Dude was hot and his smell was compromised by the six consecutive Newports
he'd smoked. Number seven is hanging out of the corner of his mouth now. *side eye*)
*click* *click* "Damn, I know damn well there's mad fuel in this [disposable]
lighter...I just got it today!" :snort:
.............<--Uncle Larry's look of perpetual surprise, made famous by blatantly
ignorant black folks--celebrities and civilians alike-- throughout the land...after
his muffled scream and before his ample frame becomes a stick of dynamite.
Do you really want your future (and by extension, your figure) blown to bits by a
30-second screw and what is essentially a shaky/non-binding verbal contract!? Eff
what these people are talking about: the mouse that is having a child OOW WILL
explode! Believe me, this is Ms. Conductor talking; I KNOW what I'm talking about!
[5000 internets to the first person who correctly guesses the origins of BOTH of the
last two sentences....without Google's help! ^_^]
Let me tell you one very important thing these hypersensitive, (allegedly)
ballin'-out-of-control babymamas and their middle-class enablers of the Black
In the most general, statistical sense, SINGLE PARENTING SUCKS. If you fall for
dude's lies IN THIS RAGGEDY ECONOMY, nine times out ten you'll end up like me, if
not worse off: perpetually pissed off (well, not so much now; just trying to move
forward), tired, and struggling. To put it even more bluntly, my daughter is a
second-generation bastard!* Man, I don't wish this unnecessary struggle on my
IMAGINARY worst enemy or any of you!
*Yeah, yeah, I know most of you aren't too keen on that word. TOUGH. There's no more
room at the inn for hurt fee-fees, ego-stroking or PC talk! Too many black
girls/women and their dreams are dying unnecessarily over this high-octane
To wit, ladies, you do NOT want to star in this block of prime time!
In summary: there's no sex in the champagne room and no future in having a
baby/babies OOW. You and your future kiddo(s)--who I'm guessing you'll go half on
with your future husband *smile*-- deserve better than this. guard BOTH of your
pocketbooks. Raise the drawbridge AND your standards.
Rainebeaux Junior and I both thank you in advance.