Updated: Nov 13, 2020
Besides my parents and their drama, entertainment was the most exciting thing in my life. I absorbed all the pop-culture entertainment from music, movies, Tv, McDonald's happy meals, and magazines.
I loved to entertain and I loved to be entertained. My sister and I loved singing and dancing. All the girls in my neighborhood would jump in the back of Randy's pick-up truck screaming Alanis Morisette's: "You Outta Know!" I loved singing songs from the radio (with no idea what they meant).
"I Got 5 On It!"
It was all fun and games 'til my sister and I sang Ginuwine's "Pony" in front of my dad.
"Jump on it!"
"Let's do it!"
"What the f*ck?!" My dad yelled. "I don't EVER want to hear you say that! You're grounded!" My dad was a mean black man and he scared me. I felt so ashamed when he said that, all I could think was: "F#ck You, Dad!" I just liked the song because it sounded like he was burping.
My grandma got me into Days of Our Lives. I knew all about the intricate plot line of John, Marlena, and the Evil Stephano. "Like sands through the hour glass, so are the days of our lives."
In 6th grade, an era of female pop-star hos resurrected from hell. I grew up in the era of Britney Spears and Christina Agularia which taught me that representing like a ho never ends well:
"Hit Me Baby One More Time"
What the hell does that mean? Am I supposed to be so lonely for a boy that it's killing me?
"You gotta rub me the right way." Or is it treat Christina?! There was a battle of the ho between these two for a minute. Britney danced at the VMAs wearing a skin tight - skin colored (maybe see-through) glitter piece, and Christina wore practically nothing and grinded in a pool with black make-up with Redman in "Dirty".
Is this what a girl is supposed to be like?