Power Play

Aight, gentlemen...huddle up. Let's go zig 20, gun, dual slot fly on 2 on 2... Ooookay, now that I scared all the females (you don't count, Ci...) off with football talk, we can discuss this. We talk about it all the time...the power of the pussy. Its built and destroyed nations, started wars, brought down the greatest of men and causes everyday mafuckas to go out of they way just to attempt to please some bitch who may or (prolly) may not give you what you want. From a early age, I saw problems with this arrangement.

I mean, why should a female, just cuz she looks pretty, or got a big ole set of this or a huge, round that get preferential treatment from everybody? Its almost sickening to see from a 3rd party standpoint. For illustrative effect, I introduce you to the fictional Tasha. There's many Tashas, more than a few in every school. Tasha developed earlyish and...devloped well. Of course, she has been appreciated by young males for her developments for a while now. If she's smart, she sees why they like her and how she can use it to her advantage.

By age 16 in high school she learns that her feminine wiles are a gift to her. She manipulates folk with plastic smiles and some sweet meaningless words so they'll carry her books, get her lunch for her, kiss her ass (in the figurative way, not the literal way they prolly want), hold doors open for her even with a doorstop there, take her to the movies, basically tell her she is the greatest bitch in the world, cinnabon flavored nipples and all. This brings us to a crossroads, and our little Tashas generally split into 2 groups here.

Group One will slap stomachs and bounce around on anybody they want...6,7,8 in 2 years cuz the male bouncees are more than happy to oblige them. They'll catch veneral avian disease or get pregnant 3 times before they hit 20...I'm not even gonna discuss em anymore.

Group Two will fall for that one probably older, probably hustler dude, and inevitably get her heart broke because she was too blinded by the whatever to realize he ain't want nothin but pussy from jump st. At this point, she either bounces around until she becomes a group 1 or takes the path of our Tasha and enters a period of her life where had discoverd that she can manipulate random dudes with her assets.

It don't stop at high school tho...even in the adult world, folk forcelaugh at Tasha jokes, agree with everything she fuckin says...send this girl flowers, buy lunch for her, go do little job related errands for her tryna get in her pants...all the while not seeing that she's just using 97% of the dudes who cross her path specifically for those services. Even cops sometimes won't give tickets to a chick who flash a little curvy skin. Its like a spell they put on folk to remove not only they balls, but they common mafuckin sense. You don't know how sickening it is to see a fine frame, a nice rack and some pearly whites turn a man into a sniveling, subservient punk.

The fucked-up-est part about this ain't that it works, or that Tasha knows it works and expects it to work...its that a lot of the time, the only dudes she does give what they want...are the ones who tell her no! See, Tasha is so used to hearin 'yes' on demand that 'no' is new and exotic. She becomes interested in the one who tells her no because she wants to know: "I'm beautiful, I'm sexy, I'm fine as shit...niggas supposed to give me whatever I want just cuzza that! What's wrong with him?" This gentlemen, is the key to shuttin off the power. Say no to that bitch!

'Can you carry my books?' No.

'You should take me to the movies...' Naw...

'Hey, you should buy me that new Lady Gaga CD!' Nyet.

'Hey boo, you should go get this thing from another floor for me' Yeah but you should get it urself, sexy...

'AJ, babe...could you pick me up some lunch while you out?' Na, but youre invited to come and buy your own lunch :)

Its not like I don't do shit for females just on the strength that they females...I'm a nice guy...there's a difference between favors and manipulation...its when they ask me to do something and expect me to do it simply because she looks nice. I'm not a bad lookin dude and you don't see me scavenging for favors that I can do myself from every Keisha, Nisha, and Bonqeesa. You know damn well if your face was unfortunate you wouldn't ask me to do no shit like that.

Personal anecdote: In one of my jobs there was this chick ima call Marketa. Marketa was a very attractive young lady, possessed of many of the hills and valleys prized by the heterosexual man. She also had a dude, but that ain't stop all my coworkers from bein on her top. I don't chase it, I get good enough stats just chillin, so it was whatever to me. Marketa pretty much acted normal towards me...hi, bye, work related shit...until lunchtime about 2x a week...she would come over to where I worked, position herself to make sure I could see her wares and in a cooing bedroom voice, asked me to buy her lunch.

In the interest of full disclosure I did do it once for some face time...but I peeped game, knew this girl wasn't really tryna get down and just wanted a free lunch, so I fell back and paid it no mind. Now I would usually smile at that, tell her 'Na, dawg' and kept it movin. She would usually get 'mad' (she was gon get it from the next nigga anyway...) and say something like 'I'm not your friend no more' and leave...only to come back later in the week to repeat the process with that same smile and jiggle (yes 'j' not 'g'...it was a big part of her presentation.

After a while, the charade wore thin. The next time she asked, I asked 'Why should I?' She paused for a second and said 'Cuz you love me...' 'You sure you checked your facts on that?' I smirked. She said, 'I'm sexy, how could you not love me?' I played the game with her: 'What is you bein sexy doin for me? We ain't fuckin, last I checked, so you bein sexy and a dollar gets my a double cheeseburger...' She start in with 'It could be doin a lot if you start being nicer (give her her way more)' That's when I pulled out Darvin's theory of Revolution (Thx to my man Darvin...yeah!) which goes "Be clear, I want you, but I don't need you. I know what you about babes...I'm not him.'

She looked shocked, like nobody ever put her in her place before. 'Aight, you got it...' she said before she went to Jim to pull her act on him (he gave her what she wanted...). I thought that was the end of that...until at the end of the day, when Marketa walked up, pressed herself against me, gave me her phone number, and walked away. (Never called...that type of broad irks me...)

The lesson to be gleaned lies here...women do NOT have to have power over you...sure there are fine bitches galore...but that's just the point...there's fine bitches galore! You're givin her the power by both giving her what she wants and gettin nothin but hope and a crusty sock in return. If she don't like you not kissin her ass or payin her attention 24-7 or showering her with gifts and y'all don't even fuckin go together, on to the next! If one don't like the way you handle your handles, hasta!

I'm not sayin there's anything wrong with pleasing a woman, lawd lawd no let it never be said I said no shit like that. I'm just sayin we as brothers have to work to keep the pussy off the pedestal. Understand, these girls thrive on y'all chasin em around actin like fools...it fills in the holes a lot of em have with they self esteem. If she's out of your league, its your fault! Nobody's out of your league unless you think so. Hear that? You don't have to be a sucka every time you see a skirt! Put some bass in your voice and be a man! Ready!? BREAK!