Growing up I anticipated the women of my 20s, the years that old heads refer to as their “heyday.” Now, mid-way through it, I realize that things have changed since the 80s (and even the 90s)…and they’ve changed for the worse. The following is a collection of my grievances.

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What ever happened to the girl that……..

  • Cooked (maruchan/ramen noodles doesn’t count)
  • Listened to real R&B and not this mess I hear nowadays
  • Was ok with chillin in the house all day Saturday
  • Looked as good in sweatpants and Jordans as she did in a dress and heels (versatile swag)
  • Knew her friends were salty jezebels
  • Watched sports and knew a little (i.e. “Didn’t Larry Bird play for the Knicks?” is unacceptable) <– true story
  • Understood that she can’t drive a Kia and only date guys with Benzes
  • Was ok with the guy paying for every tab
  • Realized that a man’s attention span during an argument in 15min max
  • Cleaned her crib regularly (especially the bathroom and kitchen)
  • Didn’t expect McCormick & Schmick’s if she eats Taco Bell every day
  • Stood by her man through the grind, then reaped the benefits later
  • Realized her natural hair (short or not) will always look better than her weave/wig
  • Saw value in mastering the art of fellatio
  • Understood that the foundation of a household lies within the mother
  • Wore the same thing twice
  • Knew how to drive in inclement weather
  • Sacrificed wrapping her hair for a night of blissful coitus
  • Was ok with letting her man have some alone time (i.e. Ronnie + Sam = #fail)
  • Created the california king sized bed
  • Responded with abuse if abused
  • Didn’t get complacent with her figure after snagging a man
  • Respected and commanded respect (command vs demand)
  • Was enough to keep her man from wandering (i.e. Martin + Gina)
  • Wanted to have a couple kids (see Huxtables)
  • Was a lady in public and a freak in the bedroom (this phrase originated during my youth)

So maybe I was just watching too much Martin and The Cosby Show. Or maybe it was the advent of the video vixen, the Karrine Steffans’ of the world, that bamboozled me. Or maybe it was growing up in a culture where certain thi

(I never finished writing this blog post. Passed out. I think I prefer it incomplete though.)

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