Tuesday, August 16, 2005
..but she ain't messin' with no broke niggaz.
Oh Kanye West, you little scamp. I am on your side on this one. No boys, I won't date you simply because you're Wall Street trash with a huge paycheck and the lifelong adoration of your local drycleaner who you keep in business with your stupid button-up shirt & Dockers ration for the week. I don't care about the total earnings, per se. It's the manners. It's the fact that you ask me what I want to drink and make sure I have at least my initial cocktail in my hand within 5 minutes of my arrival. And that if you ask me out then you expect to pay for things. Now of course, if I ask you to something- a show, a concert, etc.- I'll take care of it, and gladly. You deserve to have me spoil you, too. But the fact that you say thank you when I do is so awesome. I guess that means you have to have some money, yes. Not much, just enough to treat me like a lady. Because even when I don't let you pay all the time, I appreciate that you make the attempt. It's the generousity that gets me. Acting like a "broke-ass" isn't just about the money. It's about your respect for me; it shows that you think I'm valuable and worth treating that way. Cheapness is as much an emotional behaviour as it is an approach to cash. That simple $7 Sapphire & Tonic is sure to earn you a night in the sack that would cost hundreds from your local Russian in-call massage service. Fairly generous returns, and maybe even a hand job. Or two.