No boy has ever walked across the dance floor— certainly not to talk to some whiny little chick. You and your friends are not supposed to be interested in girls—you've got baseball cards to trade, comic books to read. What the hell is going on here?! What's happening inside your brain that suddenly makes girls interesting?
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I realize that I have asked that particular question numerous times over the past five days, and apparently, the beat goes on. I re-blogged a fellow bloggers post and did I catch hell or did I catch hell? I guess it comes with the territory, but be that as it may, I am attempting to demagnetize this here blog and my readers know that I go extremely public when shaking off assholes and so without further ado, let the shaking begin! The blog post in question was in regards to the labels that are assigned to those of us who are descendants of slaves.
Crenshaw is pure class. They actually embarrassed themselves; but, I don't think any of them were bright enough to figure that out. I recognize that Dan was attempting to open closed minds; which can be a difficult task.