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Need I Say More?

I have an issue blaming women. Well, I honestly don’t think anything is wrong with it, because I think everything I do is fine, but I think other people would call it an issue. I think because I am a woman, I know how a woman’s mind tends to work. I know we have more sense than men; thus I blame bitches for nearly everything. You always see these little inspirational tweets or ratchet tweets posing as inspirational tweets where some woman is reminding you to not blame the woman if your man cheated, you should blame your man….Eh. I don’t agree with that. I feel like men are remedial thinkers a lot of the time. When it comes to things that don’t involve emotion, men are sharp as a damn tack. If it has to do with sex, or love…its pretty much, is it easy? Does it feel/taste good? Will it suck me from the b—you get it. Women are much more calculated than that though. Women are concerned with the “feel good” but they also want to know if there’s longevity, what can they do to produce longevity, what’s in it for them, etc. etc. Not to mention as women, we are natural nurturers and protectors, so when I meet women who are treacherous or anti-those qualities, I think she is some kind of perversion of womanhood.

That’s why it’s easy for me to blame women. I feel like we all know better. I hold onto grudges with women way longer than with men. I discard women easier than I do men. I give men chances that I would never in a million bazillion years give a woman. I wonder if anyone would calssify this as “Daddy Issues”? I have a dad. Two of them actually. And they both love me tremendously. I can’t see me blaming this on either of them. Maybe it’s a reflection of self? Perhaps I am hard on me, so I assume every woman deserves the same kind of treatment? Women should be considered somehow superior in thought and action based on the fact that I hold myself in higher regard than most? I really don’t know. All I know is that I seriously ride bitches hard. Pause.

Welp.

I can still tell you each and every woman’s name, and maybe even email address that I have disliked based on their involvement in my past relationships. In all cases, I am over the relationship…but never forgave the women. Even though I am happily settled in my relationship, I still hold grudges. I probably would only straight slap the taste out of  the mouths of two women from situations past. Maybe only one, actually. The other, I can’t slap, out of respect for 4^th Roommate. BUT IF I COULD BEAT THAT BITCH WITH A BAT? Boy would I. But the one I could slap? That was an egregious whore, if I’ve ever encountered one. And I still think she should get tazed because of her natural unruliness and utter disdain for the ownership of her existence and vagina. The issue is that…I’ve forgotten the anger for the men. But held onto it for the women.

Once again, I don’t have an issue with this. If I thought something was wrong with it, I’d seek to change my behavior, but I don’t. I think women should be held to a higher standard though. And I think that if they develop scorn based on their lack of standards for themselves, so be it. I know I have more than a few enemies because of my unwillingness to be shit in the past. BUT SEE! I had a known resolve to be an “aint shit female” out here. I just didn’t care. I behaved poorly, probably ruined a few good things, and maybe some trust, but I didn’t care. And if one day, some woman slaps the taste out of MY mouth for it? I might be salty, but can I really say it isn’t deserved? Nawl. Because as women we’re better than the bullshit we do. And we know it. Men are running around chasing their dicks in a circle, and afterwards, they sit around dizzy headed and wonder what just happened. But women know what went down. We were aware of our ratchetness. There wasn’t a crazy running in circles moment. There was a decisive “Am I or am I not going to be shit?” and then we choose to behave like strumpets. Why should I feel bad about holding on to a grudge for that? Exactly. That’s why I don’t.