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>False Advertising

>About a year ago I had the pleasure of attending the Lady Ga-Ga concert at the Bill Graham Civic Auditorium. Dressed in all black everythang, with one of my best girls by my side, and a bottle of Henn and apple juice in hand, it made for an AMAZING evening. However, the days leading up to the event? Not so much. Matter fact, I almost boycotted the entire thing.

Instead of going directly through Lady Ga-Ga’s website, I purchased 2 tickets from Stubhub at $90 a piece because they were sold as “Section G orchestra seating” and my pint size ass was NOT tryna fight no 6 ft. 7 trannies for a good view. But I come to find out that there was NO SUCH THING as a section G. It was general admission and standing room only. In other words, I paid more than I should’ve for something that didn’t even exist. I fell victim to false advertising at its best.

Thankfully, the concert itself made up for it. But sometimes we aren’t always so lucky. Sometimes, our “knight in shining armor is really just a retard dressed in tin foil.”

And that’s the thing that gets me the most. Not the stereotypical bad boys or obvious good guys. I’m talking about people in general who present themselves as one thing but are a completely different package once you unwrap them. There’s always more than meets the eye when it comes to people, but it doesn’t mean it’s ok to pull the wool over them.

It’s almost never that a woman falls for a man who beats them, calls them fat, steals their money, and then hollers at the waitress all on the first date. Usually, they woo you ’til you’re suckered in and THEN cheat/beat/steal/etc. It’s not always that serious either. Most of the time men just put in the most effort in the beginning, and then don’t feel the need to anymore once they got their girl. Which I guess is something we’ll just have to accept. ‘Cuz people get comfortable. It’s a part of life and of course goes both ways and we must learn to pick and choose our battles. But if women must come to the realization that we can’t have it all, how about the men help us out then and not sell themselves as a brand new Aston Martin knowing damn well they’re a lemon.

This blog isn’t about a man who buys you flowers in the beginning of the relationship and then stops. Nor is it about women who wear fake eyelashes. It’s about the nitty gritty shit. The shit that matters. So if you’re really not this sweet, be sour. If you’re not really this attentive and thoughtful and caring – don’t be. Ladies, if you’re insecure and high-maintenance – let it be known! Sure it may scare some people away. But at least then they know what they’re getting into. And at least then you’ll know, that if they decide to stay, they really like YOU FOR YOU.

*And yes, this post applies to both men and women. However, stating it from mostly one perspective makes it easier to write lol*

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