The phrase that I have as my title is on that captured my attention many years ago. I understood this phrase, but I would have a hard time explaining its meaning to others. I feel that a lot of situations can be defined by this idea. When I try to explain it to people, I think they confuse the statement perception is reality with perception is truth.
Whenever I make the statement, I give a situation that I was given to help understand the meaning. A rumor. Tammy is a virgin. Someone starts the rumor that Tammy is a slut and sleeps with everyone. Although the truth is that Tammy is a virgin, everyone is under the believe that Tammy is a slut because of the rumors that they have heard. Those who don't know the truth, only know the rumor and treat Tammy as such. Since everyone believes that Tammy is a slut and Tammy is treated as such, the reality is that Tammy is a slut. The truth is that Tammy is a virgin.
This thought applies to many other situations that I think about on a day to day basis. When I think about the powerful affect of stereotypes and their effects. Whenever I meet someone from a culture outside of my own, its sparks great interest. I'm interested because of my open mindedness and my understanding that although perception is reality, it is not always truth. I want to learn first hand about the individual I'm encountering, their family, and their perspective of their culture. Although, I have already had ideas implanted in my mind prior to meeting them based on the media and previous experiences, I try not to let those experiences cement my ideas on who that person is.
Unfortunately many people are not aware that perception is not always reality. There are plenty of people who believe that all black people are dangerous, violent, criminals. More unfortunate is the idea that perception guides who many become. Although Tammy was a virgin, over time she may feel defeated by the idea that everyone perceives her as a slut and feel that there is no reason to maintain her virginity if it has no value to those perceiving who she is.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
Why Are Men So Afraid Of Commitment?
As always, I don’t speak for a whole group of people just because I am an element in the set.
Marriage is a beautiful thing. Two people decide that they love each other so much that they want to spend the rest of their lives together. Despite the fact that most people won’t die at the same exact age, 41 to 50 percent of marriages in the U.S. end in divorce. I’m pretty sure that this is a well-known fact and I’m not trying to discourage marriage, but I’d like to explain why marriage is scary to me personally. This is one supporting fear, not so much marriage, but divorce.
#1 – Divorce. I don’t like to go into any venture with a negative outlook, but the number of divorce seems to be everywhere. Everyone makes mistakes, but divorce is a pretty big one. Being a former math teacher, I recognize that everyone makes mistakes (and the importance of erasers on pencils). Everyday mistakes include missing a lay-up in a pick up game, getting dissed by a random chick, or tripping over your own feet walking down the street. Divorce makes up a different set of mistakes. Other mistakes in that group are accidentally running over a child with your car, tripping over your own feet with a pencil in your hand and poking Mike Tyson in the eye with that pencil, or confronting the other man that’s having sex with your girlfriend in the back of the car you bought on Cheaters and getting knocked out 2 minutes later for the world to see.
For a better understanding see: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2w8Wp6dsQDo
#2 – Death. In my personal and possibly selfish opinion, the union of husband and wife would also represent the death of self for me. Not literally, but in taking on the responsibility of heading a family you have to make major changes. That to me means, lots of sacrifice, including your own personal happiness. I have seen and heard so many cases where people stay at a job they hate because of the need to provide for a family. I can’t help but compare it to my most recent career situation. For the current me, the loss of a job was pride crushing and insulting. For married me, that would have meant extreme financial hardship, an excuse for my wife to tell everyone that I’m worthless and get advice that she can do better, and possibly a drug or alcohol addiction. It’s not that I’m not willing to give up my own life and dedicate it to the happiness of a child, but I still feel too young to give up self-happiness. Maybe I just haven’t experiences the amount of happiness as most others or maybe happiness for others is providing happiness for someone other than themselves.
#3 – Change. I believe in sayings although I know that many of them are contradictory and situational. Two sayings that have always resonated with me are, “Never say never” and “Nothing lasts forever.” Of course, never say never because I’m a math teacher and that’s a double negative (a negative times a negative is a positive). No, but seriously these both made a lot of sense to me. Nothing lasts forever, really stood out to me when Andre 3000 used it in one of his songs (Hey Ya!). By the end of college, most people recognize that they’re completely different than they were in high school. That’s only 8 years! So what do you do 12 years into a marriage, when bodies and mentalities have changed? For many people, it doesn’t matter because at that point their love for their children and financial ties will take care of thoughts of divorce.
I’m sure that within 2-3 years after writing this I’ll be married, but I felt the desire to share this thought while I was thinking it. This may not answer many questions, but hopefully it will inspire thought which is a big part of the reason I write my blogs.
Marriage is a beautiful thing. Two people decide that they love each other so much that they want to spend the rest of their lives together. Despite the fact that most people won’t die at the same exact age, 41 to 50 percent of marriages in the U.S. end in divorce. I’m pretty sure that this is a well-known fact and I’m not trying to discourage marriage, but I’d like to explain why marriage is scary to me personally. This is one supporting fear, not so much marriage, but divorce.
#1 – Divorce. I don’t like to go into any venture with a negative outlook, but the number of divorce seems to be everywhere. Everyone makes mistakes, but divorce is a pretty big one. Being a former math teacher, I recognize that everyone makes mistakes (and the importance of erasers on pencils). Everyday mistakes include missing a lay-up in a pick up game, getting dissed by a random chick, or tripping over your own feet walking down the street. Divorce makes up a different set of mistakes. Other mistakes in that group are accidentally running over a child with your car, tripping over your own feet with a pencil in your hand and poking Mike Tyson in the eye with that pencil, or confronting the other man that’s having sex with your girlfriend in the back of the car you bought on Cheaters and getting knocked out 2 minutes later for the world to see.
For a better understanding see: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2w8Wp6dsQDo
#2 – Death. In my personal and possibly selfish opinion, the union of husband and wife would also represent the death of self for me. Not literally, but in taking on the responsibility of heading a family you have to make major changes. That to me means, lots of sacrifice, including your own personal happiness. I have seen and heard so many cases where people stay at a job they hate because of the need to provide for a family. I can’t help but compare it to my most recent career situation. For the current me, the loss of a job was pride crushing and insulting. For married me, that would have meant extreme financial hardship, an excuse for my wife to tell everyone that I’m worthless and get advice that she can do better, and possibly a drug or alcohol addiction. It’s not that I’m not willing to give up my own life and dedicate it to the happiness of a child, but I still feel too young to give up self-happiness. Maybe I just haven’t experiences the amount of happiness as most others or maybe happiness for others is providing happiness for someone other than themselves.
#3 – Change. I believe in sayings although I know that many of them are contradictory and situational. Two sayings that have always resonated with me are, “Never say never” and “Nothing lasts forever.” Of course, never say never because I’m a math teacher and that’s a double negative (a negative times a negative is a positive). No, but seriously these both made a lot of sense to me. Nothing lasts forever, really stood out to me when Andre 3000 used it in one of his songs (Hey Ya!). By the end of college, most people recognize that they’re completely different than they were in high school. That’s only 8 years! So what do you do 12 years into a marriage, when bodies and mentalities have changed? For many people, it doesn’t matter because at that point their love for their children and financial ties will take care of thoughts of divorce.
I’m sure that within 2-3 years after writing this I’ll be married, but I felt the desire to share this thought while I was thinking it. This may not answer many questions, but hopefully it will inspire thought which is a big part of the reason I write my blogs.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
D. Jones & Pierre
I attended one of the nations best historically black colleges, Morehouse College. Whether the choice to attend that institution was the best decision for me will undoubtedly come up in one of my future blogs. During my time in college, I had the opportunity to experience a lot of things and meet some great people. Of those great people were two people that I considered good friends and fraternity brothers. One of them was D. Jones and the other was Pierre.
In addition to being my friend and frat brother, D. Jones was also my roommate in college. One of the experiences that he had lingers in my mind and has formulated what I call daymares for me. D. Jones has always been a very focused and intelligent student. After spending extra time in the lab one day, he got in his car and headed home from our college. He was driving a few blocks away from our school with his window down. When he stopped at a stop sign, a guy approached his car with a gun and got into his car along with two of his friends who got into the back seat. D. Jones said that the strangers smelled like marijuana. They stripped him of his clothes and shoes as they drove around the streets of Atlanta. They drove to an ATM and got money out of his account and he said he feared for his life. Luckily when they stopped at a gas station, he was afforded an opportunity to jump out of the car and run until he ran into police officers.
That experience has made me a more paranoid driver. When he told me the story, I couldn’t believe that something like that could happen to someone so close to me. Heck that could have been me driving to work for my overnight shift at the gas station. The fact that he was driving home from school and that his car was an older, basic necessity looking car was what threw me for a loop even more. At times, I’ve thought to myself that I feel safe from robbery because I don’t have anything worth taking. This disproved my theory. That incident often runs through my mind while I’m driving. When I’m driving around my own neighborhood and see people, I’m reminded to lock my doors. If I were a white person, I would surely be labeled racist. It seems like I have a frequent daymare of that situation happening to me. The scene in Menace to Society where Cain’s cousin gets his brains blown out and Cain gets shot in the process of them being robbed, doesn’t help much either. I guess D. Jones’ experience helped me to realize that movies aren’t always just movies.
Pierre was also a good friend. He came to visit me several times while I was living in New York with no friends or family. He would try to convince me to move to D.C. and become a teacher out there like he was. I’ll never forget the things that were said about him at his funeral. If you ever had the opportunity to meet Pierre, you would know that every word being spoken was accurate and true to his character. If you never had an opportunity to meet him, you would question the validity of the things being said and think to yourself, ‘Do people like this still exist?’ I’m still not certain what the cause of his death was or exactly how old he was when he passed. I know that he was only a few grades ahead of me and I was 23 at the time. I also know that his passing was related to a disease/illness.
Pierre’s passing at such an early stage of life makes me more appreciative of each day. I feel somewhat guilty about not writing about my family’s tragic experiences, but in time I’m sure those stories will be revealed as well. When I attended another funeral, the pastor at the funeral spoke of the sad song that people sing, “Nobody knows, the troubles I’ve seen.” He asked that people recall the story of Job in the bible while singing this song. He also asked people to recall the story of the father of the murdered 22 year old male the funeral was being held for. The father had recently lost his wife to a disease, almost lost his daughter to violence and lost his son within a 3 month time period. During a time of financial struggles and the struggle to survive such as the one we are all faced with in today’s society, I personally count my blessings. I would ask people to reflect on the words from one of my top 10 movies (Vanilla Sky) and ask themselves, “What is happiness to me?” With all that money can buy, happiness is not one of them.
In addition to being my friend and frat brother, D. Jones was also my roommate in college. One of the experiences that he had lingers in my mind and has formulated what I call daymares for me. D. Jones has always been a very focused and intelligent student. After spending extra time in the lab one day, he got in his car and headed home from our college. He was driving a few blocks away from our school with his window down. When he stopped at a stop sign, a guy approached his car with a gun and got into his car along with two of his friends who got into the back seat. D. Jones said that the strangers smelled like marijuana. They stripped him of his clothes and shoes as they drove around the streets of Atlanta. They drove to an ATM and got money out of his account and he said he feared for his life. Luckily when they stopped at a gas station, he was afforded an opportunity to jump out of the car and run until he ran into police officers.
That experience has made me a more paranoid driver. When he told me the story, I couldn’t believe that something like that could happen to someone so close to me. Heck that could have been me driving to work for my overnight shift at the gas station. The fact that he was driving home from school and that his car was an older, basic necessity looking car was what threw me for a loop even more. At times, I’ve thought to myself that I feel safe from robbery because I don’t have anything worth taking. This disproved my theory. That incident often runs through my mind while I’m driving. When I’m driving around my own neighborhood and see people, I’m reminded to lock my doors. If I were a white person, I would surely be labeled racist. It seems like I have a frequent daymare of that situation happening to me. The scene in Menace to Society where Cain’s cousin gets his brains blown out and Cain gets shot in the process of them being robbed, doesn’t help much either. I guess D. Jones’ experience helped me to realize that movies aren’t always just movies.
Pierre was also a good friend. He came to visit me several times while I was living in New York with no friends or family. He would try to convince me to move to D.C. and become a teacher out there like he was. I’ll never forget the things that were said about him at his funeral. If you ever had the opportunity to meet Pierre, you would know that every word being spoken was accurate and true to his character. If you never had an opportunity to meet him, you would question the validity of the things being said and think to yourself, ‘Do people like this still exist?’ I’m still not certain what the cause of his death was or exactly how old he was when he passed. I know that he was only a few grades ahead of me and I was 23 at the time. I also know that his passing was related to a disease/illness.
Pierre’s passing at such an early stage of life makes me more appreciative of each day. I feel somewhat guilty about not writing about my family’s tragic experiences, but in time I’m sure those stories will be revealed as well. When I attended another funeral, the pastor at the funeral spoke of the sad song that people sing, “Nobody knows, the troubles I’ve seen.” He asked that people recall the story of Job in the bible while singing this song. He also asked people to recall the story of the father of the murdered 22 year old male the funeral was being held for. The father had recently lost his wife to a disease, almost lost his daughter to violence and lost his son within a 3 month time period. During a time of financial struggles and the struggle to survive such as the one we are all faced with in today’s society, I personally count my blessings. I would ask people to reflect on the words from one of my top 10 movies (Vanilla Sky) and ask themselves, “What is happiness to me?” With all that money can buy, happiness is not one of them.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
An Email I Received
A Holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one day and said, 'Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like.'
The Lord led the holy man to two doors.
He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in.
In the middle of the room was a large round table.
In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew, which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water.
The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly.
They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long handles that were strapped to their arms and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful.
But because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths.
The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering.
The Lord said, 'You have seen Hell.. They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one.
There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water.
The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking.
The holy man said, 'I don't understand.
'It is simple,' said the Lord. 'It requires but one skill.
You see, they have learned to feed each other.
The greedy think only of themselves.'
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I thought this was an excellent email. When I'm talking to my friends we often talk about how corrupt and unbalanced this American society is. If this email has any validity, then there really is a hell on earth and it's referred to as the United States of America.
This email brought to mind all of the people I have reached out to for information about employment, not a handout or a hookup. It shocks me how often people (specifically "my people") will withhold information about opportunities that will not negatively affect them, only positively affect others. I have way too many stories of that exact situation. However, I do have great examples of people not being so greedy or selfish that they're willing to help others even with something as small as time and information. Unfortunately, none of these examples involve "my people".
The Lord led the holy man to two doors.
He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in.
In the middle of the room was a large round table.
In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew, which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water.
The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly.
They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long handles that were strapped to their arms and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful.
But because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths.
The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering.
The Lord said, 'You have seen Hell.. They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one.
There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water.
The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking.
The holy man said, 'I don't understand.
'It is simple,' said the Lord. 'It requires but one skill.
You see, they have learned to feed each other.
The greedy think only of themselves.'
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I thought this was an excellent email. When I'm talking to my friends we often talk about how corrupt and unbalanced this American society is. If this email has any validity, then there really is a hell on earth and it's referred to as the United States of America.
This email brought to mind all of the people I have reached out to for information about employment, not a handout or a hookup. It shocks me how often people (specifically "my people") will withhold information about opportunities that will not negatively affect them, only positively affect others. I have way too many stories of that exact situation. However, I do have great examples of people not being so greedy or selfish that they're willing to help others even with something as small as time and information. Unfortunately, none of these examples involve "my people".
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Happy Recession!
I decided about a year ago after going through yet another unrewarding year of doing my best and being scrutinized and devalued that I would no longer pursue a teaching career. Over the course of the last year, I was put into several positions of leadership and yet I was one of the first teachers my school decided to let go. I describe the whole event to friends by describing a situation where you want to break up with someone in a relationship but they beat you to the punch. There goes the 'we need black male teachers in our urban schools' theory. With the new school year approaching, I'm still happy about my decision not to put myself through anymore torture. However, I find myself wondering what's next for me.
Luckily as a teacher, you continue to get paid through the summer. Unfortunately, I assumed that you benefits continued through that summer as well. Luckily, I was able to cancel my dentist appointment after this discovery. Unfortunately, I had two doctors visits that I'll be paying for out of pocket. One of them was worth it because I received antibiotics for my developing pneumonia. I'm sure that the 5 minute doctor visit bill will come soon and that it will be something close to $500. The other doctors visit is very upsetting. I went to the doctor and the doctor looked at my finger and told me that I would need to get a very expensive MRI that he wasn't sure was covered by my insurance. That was the doctors visit! $200! That was the day I decided that I'm not going to the doctor anymore. That lessen the blow from the fact that I no longer have health insurance.
In my thoughts about new employment, I considered becoming a doctor. When I told my sister she was excited and told me that I could see my family and provide them with medical services for free. I quickly corrected her and let her know that I wouldn't be that type of doctor. I would be the doctor that you paid to tell you which doctor you need to go see. I figured that medical school would be a little faster. After all, I'm pretty good at figuring out what's wrong with people after they tell me what's wrong with them. So, you have bumps on your skin...hmm, I'm going to refer you to the dermatologist. If a patient comes to me with complaints about something physical, I'd try to convince them that they are just fine and then recommend them to a plastic surgeon. My fee would be that of the average doctor, $100/min (and you thought mechanics were bad).
They say that what goes up must come down. Unfortunately, what goes down doesn't necessarily come back up and shit rolls downhill.
Luckily as a teacher, you continue to get paid through the summer. Unfortunately, I assumed that you benefits continued through that summer as well. Luckily, I was able to cancel my dentist appointment after this discovery. Unfortunately, I had two doctors visits that I'll be paying for out of pocket. One of them was worth it because I received antibiotics for my developing pneumonia. I'm sure that the 5 minute doctor visit bill will come soon and that it will be something close to $500. The other doctors visit is very upsetting. I went to the doctor and the doctor looked at my finger and told me that I would need to get a very expensive MRI that he wasn't sure was covered by my insurance. That was the doctors visit! $200! That was the day I decided that I'm not going to the doctor anymore. That lessen the blow from the fact that I no longer have health insurance.
In my thoughts about new employment, I considered becoming a doctor. When I told my sister she was excited and told me that I could see my family and provide them with medical services for free. I quickly corrected her and let her know that I wouldn't be that type of doctor. I would be the doctor that you paid to tell you which doctor you need to go see. I figured that medical school would be a little faster. After all, I'm pretty good at figuring out what's wrong with people after they tell me what's wrong with them. So, you have bumps on your skin...hmm, I'm going to refer you to the dermatologist. If a patient comes to me with complaints about something physical, I'd try to convince them that they are just fine and then recommend them to a plastic surgeon. My fee would be that of the average doctor, $100/min (and you thought mechanics were bad).
They say that what goes up must come down. Unfortunately, what goes down doesn't necessarily come back up and shit rolls downhill.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Step Ya Game Up
I haven't been motivated to write any blogs recently. I'm smack in the middle of a month long vacation and I've been mad active (I'm in New York right now). Over the past couple of months, I've been motivated to step my game up in certain areas of my life. I'm not sure what my inspiration was, but I feel like I should try to pin point it for those who may read this so that others can gain from my sharing.
If I had to name a point at which my motivation started, I'd have to say when I watched the movie Bucket List starring Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman. If you haven't seen it, you won't need to after reading my summary. If you wanna go watch anyway, that's cool too. The movie was about the two older gentlemen being diagnosed with cancer and discovering that they have only a couple of months to live. I remember how rational Morgan Freeman's character seemed and how when he heard the news, he recognized that maybe he didn't necessarily want to know. I watched this movie at a time when I had been debating with myself the validity of common sayings. One of the two that plagued my mind was the saying, tomorrow is not promised. This is a saying that is often used, but rarely truly believed.
I have been debating with friends about what this statement should mean in terms of how we live our lives. I definitely don't think that understanding this saying means that you go out and spend all of your money and convince yourself that there is no future. However, I think that procrastination has become such a way of life for most of us that we don't truly value time. I decided shortly before or shortly after watching that movie that I would stop putting off small or simple tasks that I could do now. So, I started to talk less and do more.
Before my month long vacation I went on a weekend trip to New Orleans. I planned out and executed a birthweek for the first time. I went on a cruise for the first time. I went jet skiing, then skydiving, and I rode a motorcycle (dirtbike, not sure if there's a difference) for the first time...with no prior training or lessons (I don't endorse it), went out of the country foreal (no bordering country, La Republica Dominicana), and now I'm back visiting NY again and on my way to Toronto. Granted this is an extreme vacation, I feel that I've gotten things done that I could have done much earlier in life but due to procrastination and the belief that I can do it tomorrow I simply didn't.
I guess the purpose of all this writing is to let the world know that I'm stepping my game up. I'm definitely not simply applying this attitude to vacation time, but I plan to apply this attitude to the way I study, the way I work out, and the way I live. I do endorse that idea.
If I had to name a point at which my motivation started, I'd have to say when I watched the movie Bucket List starring Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman. If you haven't seen it, you won't need to after reading my summary. If you wanna go watch anyway, that's cool too. The movie was about the two older gentlemen being diagnosed with cancer and discovering that they have only a couple of months to live. I remember how rational Morgan Freeman's character seemed and how when he heard the news, he recognized that maybe he didn't necessarily want to know. I watched this movie at a time when I had been debating with myself the validity of common sayings. One of the two that plagued my mind was the saying, tomorrow is not promised. This is a saying that is often used, but rarely truly believed.
I have been debating with friends about what this statement should mean in terms of how we live our lives. I definitely don't think that understanding this saying means that you go out and spend all of your money and convince yourself that there is no future. However, I think that procrastination has become such a way of life for most of us that we don't truly value time. I decided shortly before or shortly after watching that movie that I would stop putting off small or simple tasks that I could do now. So, I started to talk less and do more.
Before my month long vacation I went on a weekend trip to New Orleans. I planned out and executed a birthweek for the first time. I went on a cruise for the first time. I went jet skiing, then skydiving, and I rode a motorcycle (dirtbike, not sure if there's a difference) for the first time...with no prior training or lessons (I don't endorse it), went out of the country foreal (no bordering country, La Republica Dominicana), and now I'm back visiting NY again and on my way to Toronto. Granted this is an extreme vacation, I feel that I've gotten things done that I could have done much earlier in life but due to procrastination and the belief that I can do it tomorrow I simply didn't.
I guess the purpose of all this writing is to let the world know that I'm stepping my game up. I'm definitely not simply applying this attitude to vacation time, but I plan to apply this attitude to the way I study, the way I work out, and the way I live. I do endorse that idea.
Monday, June 14, 2010
$360,000 Gift
Number 1, when did young black males start having SWEET 16 birthday parties?? Maybe P. Diddy knows more about his son than everyone else or maybe this has become a cultural norm for black males.
Number 2, I don’t feel like I can relate to P. Diddy in any way financially, so it’s difficult for me to judge his actions. However, I think that buying your son a car that is about 7 times the average adult salary is a bit excessive. To quote T.I. from I Can’t Be Your Man, ballin’s all good but that shit’s just wasteful.
Number 3, P. Diddy has six kids. That’s six $300,000+ 16th birthday gifts. And how do you follow up on a $360,000 birthday gift. I guess that for his 18th birthday he’ll get him a house and for his 21st birthday he’ll get him a casino or a small island. All that times six.
With that all being said, I think that P. Diddy is trying to buy his children. I hope that after he’s done giving his children fish that he also teaches them to fish so that they are able to maintain the lifestyle that he provides for them.
Number 2, I don’t feel like I can relate to P. Diddy in any way financially, so it’s difficult for me to judge his actions. However, I think that buying your son a car that is about 7 times the average adult salary is a bit excessive. To quote T.I. from I Can’t Be Your Man, ballin’s all good but that shit’s just wasteful.
Number 3, P. Diddy has six kids. That’s six $300,000+ 16th birthday gifts. And how do you follow up on a $360,000 birthday gift. I guess that for his 18th birthday he’ll get him a house and for his 21st birthday he’ll get him a casino or a small island. All that times six.
With that all being said, I think that P. Diddy is trying to buy his children. I hope that after he’s done giving his children fish that he also teaches them to fish so that they are able to maintain the lifestyle that he provides for them.
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