Engagement rings can be a touchy subject. Nobody really has any idea what the perfect engagement ring looks like, but what we DO know is that we hope nobody talks sh*t about it. Unfortunately, this week, things took a turn for the worst when a young lady tweeted a picture of her engagement ring to her followers.
Last night, while indulging in one of my many guilty pleasures (Love and Hip Hop), I realized the women I once hated, for some strange reason, I now felt extremely sorry for. Watching Tara, (Peter Gunz’ ex-wife turned side piece) question Peter for caring about Amina’s reaction after finding out her husband cheated AND impregnated another woman, made me want to throw something at the TV. But because my TV is brand spanking new, and mama ain’t raise no fool-I just yelled at it. That’s right. I yelled long and hard.
“Wanna come over?” You’re lying in bed, or maybe cleaning up around the house. You could be sitting at your desk at work, trying to make that deadline that’s been hanging over your head for the last week, or you could be grocery shopping, trying to figure out how to make low fat homemade pizza…you know, you’re doing girl stuff. But you stop, read the text, and all of a sudden, your mind races. You quickly run down a list of responses in your head. How should you respond? What should you say? Hell yea, you wanna come over…but deep down, you’re kinda anxious. Before you respond, you know this is going to require the intelligence of your oh so opinionated group of friends, so like any girl with a problem that needs solving, you toss your troubles into the groupchat. They can handle this…right?
Ladies, we’ve heard it time and time again when we meet a new man. You’ve been talking on the phone, and most likely texting throughout the day and night. Things are going really well. This could potentially be the one. YES! Finally! And then it happens. That dreaded text message comes through…”Send me a pic.” You throw the phone. FUUUCCCCKK.
Chrisette Michele said it best in her song “Porcelain Doll”
If you want to cradle me like a little girl
And lock me down
I’m not your possession
I’m a full grown woman I am not your porcelain doll
You know, time and time again, (especially in the age of social media where people are allowed to express themselves with little to no boundaries), I find out just how much of a patriarchal society this really is. Paternal. Misogynistic. Sexist.
When it comes to helping people “get in the mood”, pharmaceutical companies are largely biased. Most of the products on the market target men, leaving women out in the cold…DRY. Dry ass cold. We’ve all heard of the little “blue pill” men take when they wanna get their freak on. But we’ve yet to come across something for women…until now.