Words By Contraâ„¢

Consequence

“…Cause she filling out them jeans like a W-4.”

Roses and candy and shit…ick!

Many times I ponder – When did society begin to systemically degenerate into such disgracefully enslaved failure? What was the design flaw that made our levies break, submerging us under this deluge of brainwashing sewage fluid? Let’s talk about Valentines Day.

See, you can look at the shiny balloons, recycled authorial travesties in gold lettering courtesy of Hallmark Greeting Cards, the flowers, heart-bearing teddy bears, all color-coordinated with little bows and glitter….and decide that this is the time of the year to love and spread love. This is when men should shower their women with flower petals and long stemmed roses, anoint them with fragrances, sweets and gifts, poetry and the like; take them out to a candlelit dinners they can’t afford, open their doors for them, then their hearts to them and eventually their thighs.

They then snap back to reality the next day and stare at their credit card statements maliciously.

As for women, they share giftbags with other women they won’t like for very long, wear pink, red, or lilac, act surprised when he gets them the same shit they knew he would, throw on that rainy-day lingerie that was stashed in the back of the drawer and just because he tried so hard, spread ‘em.

Then they move on with their lives.

I understand this. Fine and dandy as wine and brandy; do what you must. Expect no pity or praise from Contraâ„¢, though.

What I refuse to understand though is the music.

I walk around with headphones blaring this season for this reason.

Music is about feeling. The whole world’s emotional alarm clocks are not synched, set to ring out love at midnight on February 13th and then snooze for another year.

We feel what we feel when we feel it.

I like to think that Marvin Gaye & Diana Ross really did run into their respective lover’s usurpers and have an epiphany when they sang “Everything”, that Lionel Richie really was delusional about wifey when he sang “Hello” because I know for damn sure Usher had it bad, Maxwell knew a “Woman’s Worth” and Ginuwine really felt “Differences” in his life.

Forcing heartfelt music where it doesn’t belong renders it meaningless.

Were it not for Valentines, how would you feel?

For me, I feel like picking her up, driving to Manhattan for a leisurely dinner and drinks and a laid back (ahem) night in a 5-star suite. I also feel liable to graciously dish out pistol-whippings to those who stand between me and my ultimate goal.

My song for the day…

Consequence’s “Uptown”

What’s your song for the day?

Sidenote: Funniest answer I got so far? M.O.P- Ante Up