Welcome to the latest installment of #womanlaw. You’ve already heard from @f_uitlist @ReinaSong and the ever so controversial @BangsandaBun. Next week will be The Jaded Nyer’s turn. But next up? “Yo, I believe that’s me, Smarty Jones is on the mic for this symphony …”
Ladies, our girls are our everything. They’re our courage. Our support. The source of our happiness (sometimes our aggravation). And in a lot of cases, they are litmus test for the things we’re not sure about. With all that said, why in the name of Jesus, Joseph, Mary, Mary Magdalene, all the Apostles and the woman at the well would you allow your girl to leave her house (or anyone’s) in something she has NO business wearing?
Far be it from me to be giving anyone advice on what they should or shouldn’t wear, but some of you heffas is gettin’ outta hand. Yes, you read that right. I did use “is” and not “are,” things are so drastic, I have to start speaking in “dumbass-ese” to you ratchet heffas.
I could “go in” on this photo and talk about the lady in this unfortunate mess of an outfit, but the source of my pisstivity is the chick in the upper left hand corner of the photo grinning like she just got a visit from the team at Publisher’s Clearing House. I’m guessing these women are friends. I’m guessing at some point, these two spoke about this event in advance and probably discussed what they were going to wear. I’m just guessing.
I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that the laughing chick probably knew about her friend’s intent to wear this mess to that club and decided that it would be funny to watch people’s reaction. Methinks her laughter has nothing to do with what she’s being told. Could it be perhaps the flash from the camera and the subsequent laughter that has that barefoot fool “snigglin’ and gigglin’?”
I mean, if you have friends who don’t try to check you before you wear something that is too revealing, too trashy, too -anything that’ll have your fashionably inept ass on the pages of Hot Ghetto Mess, then you need new friends, a reality check and a hug. The only thing worse than having friends who won’t check you is when there is a group of heffas dressed like that. If they are each other friends and they’re all dressed similarly, where are the damn checks and balances?
Y’all know these chicks need somebody telling them NOT to leave home like this. Where is the decency? The compassion? The shame? You should love your girls enough to not have them walking the streets of their respective towns and cities to get laughed at and ridiculed all because you think it’s funny or don’t have enough regard for her feelings.
Friends don’t let friends wear junk. The next time you see a big girl in clothes that are too little, don’t talk about her, talk about the people in her core group because she ain’t got no friends. Whether your girl curses you out or feels hurt that you don’t like her outfit, it is your duty to bring that heffa back to reality and if necessary, SHOW her what’s wrong. Go shopping with her.
I’m trying to save friendships, here. And ladies, if you realize your girls have left you hanging like this *hugs* it’s gon’ be alright. You need to find some real friends and remember these simple, yet profound words courtesy of Mama Smarty: “Baby, cause they make that shit in yo’ size don’t mean you got to wear it.”