Okay...here I go again, attempting this Blog thing. "Some people" (M&M) are SO good at it. I don't think too many interesting things happen to me from day to day, to write something worth reading...but I'll try.
Well...my morning started off with a documentary on "Pimps". Yep...that's what I said..."Pimps". I think my mouth hung open for the first 45 minutes because I couldn't believe there were males (sorry...I fail to see them as men) glorifying the slave and master mentality as if it were a legitimate profession. Never have I heard the word "b*tch" used so often in 45 minutes...my ears were horribly assaulted but I continued to watch. I listened at these pimps talk about how they remembered the first "ho's" they turned out as if they were remembering their first kiss. Unbelievable! Most of the pimps were 'ol skool...from the 70s and yes, you guessed it...they were the epitome of the Blaxploitation movies of that era. "The Mack", "Willie Dynamite" and the one pimp that everyone seems to know, "Huggy Bear" (played by Antonio Fargas) from the "Starsky and Hutch" series. I'm quite sure (if you're old enough) everyone remembers his high healed, platform shoes that doubled as a gold fish bowl (with real gold fish). (Now, the series never stated "Huggy Bear" was a pimp, they just seemed to elude to it by his elaborate way of dressing.) Oye Vay! I just look at the titles of those movies and it makes me cringe. Those characters were the closest things to Black heroes in the 70s. Wow. Anybody remember, "Get Christy Love"? "Cleopatra Jones"? "Shaft"? "Foxy Brown"? "Claudine"? "Julia"? Man...talk about memories. Those were the days of 1 television in the household, shared by 8 people and it didn't really turn on until 8:00pm. What did we do before there was the Internet and cable?
Back to the pimps...I began to really get angry when the pimps began to show the material wealth they had obtained from living off of women. Apparently, the prostitutes don't get any percentage of what they make. The pimps justify this by "saving" it for them in case they need bail money or, as one pimp stated, "What's a ho gonna do with all that money except blow it in the club? She'll be broke before the next weekend." Hmmmm..."Pimp National Bank and Trust"?!? It was unbelievable that the pimps actually felt as thought these woman couldn't function without them. I finally sickened enough to turn the TV off. I'd had move than enough "pimp talk" for the morning.
Random thoughts, opinions and perspectives on whatever is on my mind at the time. "Don't worry that you're not strong enough before you begin. It is in the journey that GOD makes you strong." Unknown "The Lord shall guide you continually and satisfy your soul." Isaiah 56:11
Thursday, October 23, 2008
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