A man eats a hotdog at a cookout. “No homo,” he says.
“That’s a nice shirt, bro. No homo,” he compliments his friend as he gives him dap. The night goes on, they have one too many drinks, and one of the friends falls over something. He isn’t paying attention. “That’s a big ass stick. Damn. No homo, bruh,” he wipes the dirt off of his fit, disgruntled. They head home and part ways, it’s been a long night.
It hurts me to have to write this. For a second there, I thought about just shutting off my computer, because I wasn’t sure if I wanted to write an article calling Erykah Badu out on her sh*t. Some of you may remember just last week, I wrote a piece praising Badu for dropping gems back in the day. But, oh, what a difference a tweet makes.