Saturday, November 22, 2008

No actually, you are rude

**disclaimer: BBMo is not a racist. I'm a RUDEist.**

I hate rude people with a passion. This passion burns with the heat of a thousand red giants. They irk me and if I'm not careful, they can ruin my day. That's not to say that I don't have my moments. As you know, I'm a snarky bi*ch. Sometimes snark can go toO far and then its just rude. But I ALWAYS immediately feel HORRIBLE after I am rude to someone. For cryin out loud, my mom raised me properly. I should act like it from time to time.

But there are some people for whom rudeness is just a state of mind. The essence of their being, if you will. Some of them are so deluded that 1) they have a sense of entitlement that goes beyond the reasonable and into the ridonculous and 2)they don't think they are rude, and in fact think that YOU are rude for pointing out or reacting to their rudeness. How rude!!!!

Two recent events spurred me to write this, and tonight I have time and opportunity since my dear sweet mate is out with his boys and its just to daggone cold for me to want to leave my cozy home. Also, I have two pies (sweet potato and cherry)and a cake (Jewish Apple) in the oven for Thanksgiving. Ya girl can burn in the kitchen. In once instance, I reacted and let it ruin my night. In the other, I just kept it moving and am now giggling my ass off about the whole thing.

Rude happening numero uno:

One evening I was leaving work and walking to my train down Broad Street. I had several bags in my hand was arguably taking up more than my fair share of sidewalk space. I knew this, so I was consciously avoiding taking people out and apologizing if I happened to tap people. Most people were quite understanding and even moved out of my way. As I turned the corner around the Academy of Music, I saw three tallish 2520 men walking towards me. They were walking side by side, taking up the ENTIRE sidewalk. As I approached, I naturally assumed that one or more would step aside to let me pass. As I got closer, I realized they had NO intention of doing that. So I did what any self respecting sista would do. I barreled my way on through and damn near knocked two of them over. I got a cacophony of dirty looks and even a barely audible "rude b*tch". 2520snigletsaywhatnah?!?!?! I could have ignored the dirty looks but said comment gave me pause. I stopped. I turned. I looked them in their faces. The look I gave them must have been pure hatred because their eyes got as big as saucers. Very calmly with my signature attitude and tall straight posture I said "that's right, I am a bitch. Matter of fact I am Boss Bitch. Now, bitchasses, kneel and kiss da muddafuggin ring. On second thought, my fingers don't want the herps." And I walked off.
Admittedly that was not the smartest thing to do, because I think they may have been slightly drunk (there was a pub on the corner) and God only knows what could have popped off. But damn, how you just gonna out and call me a bitch? You don't even know me and it was YOUR rude asses that wouldn't move and let a lady pass. Asshats!

Rude happening numero dos:

This happened just this afternoon. I met my BFF at the gym this morning and we killed ourselves. Stairmaster and crazy abs. I was having difficulty walking straight because my legs felt like jell-o. Anyway, on the way home I decided to stop by the store and pick up a few things. As I walked in the door, there was a cart jam. Like 6 people with carts not moving. Well, I ain't have a cart, so I wove my way through the crowd. This middle aged over-tanned and slightly unfortunate in the face (prally cause of tanning) woman said "Some people are just so rude. Rude, rude, rude!" And then her eyes met mine. I gave her the sweetest of smiles but my eyes said "B*tch don't even..." I then went about grabbing the items I was there for every time I appeared in an aisle where she was, she made a quick u-turn and headed somewhere else. I scared her y'all! YAY! Actually, nothing about what I did was rude. It was cold outside and I was trying to get myself into the store so that I didn't become part of the cart jam. I made sure to say excuse me when I was making my way through the crowd. On top of that, I didn't even have a cart, so its not as if I barreled through people to get in front.
Since I did not engage her, I felt free and in fact did giggle about the situation, including snickering loudly about it on the phone to my friend while I was at the check out and she was in the check out lane next to me. She turned that shade of over-tanned purple that I had only seen a couple of times before in my life. I smiled at her again, grabbed my packages and went on my merry way... still laughing at her. I was so proud of myself. I ruined her day.

so what do you notice about these two instances? If you said that both instances involved 2520's then remind me to give you a cupcake. You are correct. Now that's not to say that all 2520's are rude, or that all people of color are polite. In fact, nothing could be further from the truth. But, the inherent sense of entitlement that some 2520's are born with and taught to exercise (either consciously or unconsciously) makes them believe that a person of color who asserts themselves, particularly a woman of color, is being rude.

My friends will argue with me that I have an inborn sense of entitlement as well, and if my assertion is to hold, then I'm calling myself rude. But my sense of entitlement is different. It is not fostered and nourished by being a member of a group that has a history of subjugating and dominating people of color all over the globe for centuries. It comes from being the only child of two parents who raised me in a comfortable lifestyle. That just makes me a bit of a diva who believes in sparkly things, getting the best out of life and giving her best to the world. Not a rude person at all. Besides...we already clarified that I'm not rude, I'm snarky.


NaturallyAlise said...

I agree you weren't rude at all, but even though it ruined your day, the response you gave to the 2520's in the first incident was the funniest thing I have heard in recent memory, if nothing that incident made me exceedingly happy, lol!

miss t-lee said...

It's that sense of entitlement 2520's are born with. It's only when you show them that you'd don't give a eff about their entitlement, do they have a problem. Like OMG--you're just gonna walk through MY crowd on the sidewalk? We don't have to move we're 2520, we run the world.
Like I tell everyone, I have nothing better to do than act silly. I live for that ish!!!
Kudos to you.

Anonymous said...

Wow, you go girl. I applaud you on not acting a fool on them, I know how hard it can be. But on that first instance, it was inherently rude of them not to move their arses and expect you to get in the street and take a chance getting hit. But I honestly think this is what's become of men in general, what happened to chivalry?

And that second one, that would have taken me a minute not to say something rude to that hefa, but you did good with the smile and talking "loud" about her within earshot. Sounds like something I would have done.

Also, while after reading I figured out what 2520 meant, (and LOL), maybe I'm just extra late--but where did you get that from? I gotta start using that now! :-)

--Sasha Two Pistols

Monk said...

Now I find it extremely rude of you to talk about your delectible pies and cake and not offer a brotha But I did notice that both scenarios involved YT's so can I get my cupcake? Please and thank you.

Check out my hometraining. Lol.

suga said...

"that's right, I am a bitch. Matter of fact I am Boss Bitch. Now, bitchasses, kneel and kiss da muddafuggin ring. On second thought, my fingers don't want the herps."

Hilarious. I have got to say that at least once in 2009.

I can't stand a rude person either. my mama sure did raise me with manners, but if someone acts rude in my presence, they are unconsciously giving me permission to act a donkey right back at 'em.