quote:Originally posted by Rowe:quote:Originally posted by powerflower:quote:How come I'm able to spot "Ray Ray" and "Brothaman from the fif flo" with a glance but women can't?
Some people are obvious, but there are often times when I have pegged a girl for being a gold digger or 'ho' or just plain coniving way before they have a clue.
And adding to your response, I would like to say that, again, not every failed relationship that a Black woman experiences is the result of her selecting 2-bit hustlers, drug dealors, and losers off the streets. Educated brothers and sisters, with good heads on their shoulders, experience failed relationships too! And no one wakes up in the morning to say, "You know what, today, I want to pick the wrong person for me." Usually, both men and women, will not discover that someone is "wrong" for them until after the relationship has fully developed, because it TAKES TIME to get know someone, and each of us knows that in the onset of a relationship, we typically bring out our representative person first, then reveal who we really are, once we become more comfortable being in the other person's presence. Therefore, a woman may get Brother Reginald, an intelligent, sensitive, and caring brother in the beginning, then after some time passes, finds herself in a failing relationship with Brother "Ray Ray" from the fifth floor.
no, people don't 'wake up' one morning and pursue that 'wrong person', but those people ACTIONS show that they did. Actions are all we can judge here...and unfortunately for many young black women, it's the action of dating/mating a thug. Maybe those women are too young to understand that long term effects of that choice or maybe they were just trying to be a part of the 'in' crowd...whatever. The result is plain as day when numerous black women are not pursuing relationships that are sane and stable...as stated by Dr. Audrey Chapman...which leads to Black women's lowest of all races marriage rates and highest of any group out of wedlock birthdates...it's all based on choices...choices