Well Peeps – what’s the topic of the day. For me something I noticed this year is the amount of young boys walking around with big ugly butch dogs, ladden with a whole heap of chains, like they’re on the railroad or just visiting from Hell. I’ve realised that this is a status thing for most boys. And it would be boys wouldn’t it. All balls and no brain. Anything to make themselves look mucho and it’s game.
So there they are, this breed of mucho boys, whose dogs have more hair and balls then they have and, if I will be permitted to be a little rude, probably are on ASBO’s and doing time at some detention centre, still trying to learn their alphabet and whose only acclaim to the English Language or Literature is “Yea blud, Shakespeare.. I knows him, he’s the botha they nicknamed Robbin Hood back in da dey you git me.”
Ok, I’m being a little stereotypical here about our young men so go ahead, beat me, but note this, POLICE WILL NEVER FIND YOUR BODY. Anyway, so there are all these gangs of boys walking around like they’ve had their big toe cut off, limping, with their waistbands down by their hips, talking about “yo blud and you git me dough” as if anyone understands what the other is talking about. It’s just a street cred thing and even if they don’t understand each other, they’re nodding anyways.
So, there they all are, bopping around as if they’ve had their big toes cut off, going no place other than to the park, home, corner shop and ..Prison.. Yeah, come on then peeps, yes, I’m getting all mean here because not every boy with a rotweiler or staffs can’t spell his own name, there are some seriously motivated young men out there, but I want to rant and rave today so leave me be.
So like I was saying, there they all are, thinking that they’ve made it to manhood and that their dog is the the new PHd or Masters, giving them access to everything that life offers, bling bling, girls, stolen money, stolen designer clothing with a lovely fat pension on the horizon “JAIL.” Having that dog means, street cred, its means I’m badder than you. It means, I’m gonna get my dog to fight your dog because I don’t want to fight you myself cause I’m gonna get my 200 pound NIKE trainers dirty. Peeps, what I can’t understand is that most often these boys are not even working nor at college yet they are styling it out on the streets in the latest designer gear? What’s with their parents? Me? Moi?? Let me tell you something, if either of my kids refused or got kicked out of school for anything and was walking street like they own it, they’ll be styling it out in Littlewoods gear, believe me and you know Littlewoods is not even a brand name with young people.
But back to the dog thing. So there these young boys/men are challenging each other on the steet, in broad daylight, because someone “dissed them” plah…ease!!!! And they’re bad and big and butch because they’ve got a dog, in chains like he’s Satan, and they’re thinking that they are really achieving something. All I can say is they need to get real. Their world revolves around status, muchoism, materialistic gains, but then again, should I be so harsh on them when in reality their role models are MTV and other reailty crap shows, whose only motivating highlights are that they are on tv, and have no real talent or skill. And have you ever listented to some of the music out there with all the damaging lyrics!! They need to realise that no dog, no matter what size is going to get them a job and put money on the table.
I’m scared peeps, not for myself and being attacked by any dog, but for our youth.
Actually, I’d like to see more boys walking around with poodles, what do you think peeps? And no I don’t think anyone will think there is anything wrong with this because I hear boys are now wearing pink!!
www.caribwomanuk@yahoo.co.uk
Monday, April 03, 2006
ESTHER AUSTIN© ALL RIGHTS RESERVED APRIL 2006
So there they are, this breed of mucho boys, whose dogs have more hair and balls then they have and, if I will be permitted to be a little rude, probably are on ASBO’s and doing time at some detention centre, still trying to learn their alphabet and whose only acclaim to the English Language or Literature is “Yea blud, Shakespeare.. I knows him, he’s the botha they nicknamed Robbin Hood back in da dey you git me.”
Ok, I’m being a little stereotypical here about our young men so go ahead, beat me, but note this, POLICE WILL NEVER FIND YOUR BODY. Anyway, so there are all these gangs of boys walking around like they’ve had their big toe cut off, limping, with their waistbands down by their hips, talking about “yo blud and you git me dough” as if anyone understands what the other is talking about. It’s just a street cred thing and even if they don’t understand each other, they’re nodding anyways.
So, there they all are, bopping around as if they’ve had their big toes cut off, going no place other than to the park, home, corner shop and ..Prison.. Yeah, come on then peeps, yes, I’m getting all mean here because not every boy with a rotweiler or staffs can’t spell his own name, there are some seriously motivated young men out there, but I want to rant and rave today so leave me be.
So like I was saying, there they all are, thinking that they’ve made it to manhood and that their dog is the the new PHd or Masters, giving them access to everything that life offers, bling bling, girls, stolen money, stolen designer clothing with a lovely fat pension on the horizon “JAIL.” Having that dog means, street cred, its means I’m badder than you. It means, I’m gonna get my dog to fight your dog because I don’t want to fight you myself cause I’m gonna get my 200 pound NIKE trainers dirty. Peeps, what I can’t understand is that most often these boys are not even working nor at college yet they are styling it out on the streets in the latest designer gear? What’s with their parents? Me? Moi?? Let me tell you something, if either of my kids refused or got kicked out of school for anything and was walking street like they own it, they’ll be styling it out in Littlewoods gear, believe me and you know Littlewoods is not even a brand name with young people.
But back to the dog thing. So there these young boys/men are challenging each other on the steet, in broad daylight, because someone “dissed them” plah…ease!!!! And they’re bad and big and butch because they’ve got a dog, in chains like he’s Satan, and they’re thinking that they are really achieving something. All I can say is they need to get real. Their world revolves around status, muchoism, materialistic gains, but then again, should I be so harsh on them when in reality their role models are MTV and other reailty crap shows, whose only motivating highlights are that they are on tv, and have no real talent or skill. And have you ever listented to some of the music out there with all the damaging lyrics!! They need to realise that no dog, no matter what size is going to get them a job and put money on the table.
I’m scared peeps, not for myself and being attacked by any dog, but for our youth.
Actually, I’d like to see more boys walking around with poodles, what do you think peeps? And no I don’t think anyone will think there is anything wrong with this because I hear boys are now wearing pink!!
www.caribwomanuk@yahoo.co.uk
Monday, April 03, 2006
ESTHER AUSTIN© ALL RIGHTS RESERVED APRIL 2006
