False images are sold all over society and people are being sucked into relationships that were far from what they had in mind.
These images are on TV when you look at those sensuous women who advertise phone sex hotlines. In reality it’s a female version of Fat Albert that you’re talking dirty to when you call.
What about passing a billboard showing you that perfectly compiled hamburger with two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce and cheese, but when you drive off the meat and bread are all squashed together and the sauce is far from special? You were sold a false image.
Women are beginning to do the same thing. They show us images of themselves knowing it’s not the truth. What’s worse is that they do so like it’s OK, like we’re supposed to know she doesn’t really look that good.
I call her the “Special K,” or special occasion female. A Special K is the equivalent of Janet Jackson on special occassions. You might see her at a concert, at the fair or even the first week or two of school, but if it’s not a special occassion it gets ugly.
One way to check for a Special K is noticing if guys try to holla at her in her normal environment. If no one is trying to get at her it’s because they know what she’s going to look like when Thursday rolls around.
Some women will say, “I don’t have to look good everyday.” Or, “It shouldn’t matter how I look.”
That may be true, but you don’t have to fool others into believing you do either. Allowing someone to believe a LIE is just as bad as lying. I learned that in my ethics class. If you don’t want men to judge you based on looks, why do you look the way you do when you know men will be around?
By falsifying your appearance you sell the man a dream. It’s a dream that he can have a beautiful women to hold hands with.
These women ought to have to walk around with a picture of the real them attached to their sleeve. Or better yet they should have billboards on their backs telling the viewing public what the business really is. If you are a Special K, your sign should read, “I probably won’t look this good the next time you see me, especially if I ain’t looking for a man. But if you catch me on a holiday or before a Trick Daddy concert I may still be tight.”
Some guys out there have already been snared by a Special K, but it’s cool. There is a way out fellas. Kick her 2 da’ curb.
