Embrace your Booshie...

Yup…Jack Jack…had an interesting time last night…went out to "socialize"...which lead to a series of events...that eventually got me to thinking…with this “embrace your boosie” comment bein' culmination of the night. And you’re prolly wonderin’ where this comment came from…

Let me set the seen. (brief over view)
There’s six of us…two males and four chicks…fours blacks and two whites (two of the chicks were white)(basically)…and we’re out eatin’ sushi. (Yah I know…Jack Jack eatin’ sushi…I thought he kept it hood…there’s a first for everything, expand your horizons, and on top of that Mr. KH never claimed to be hood…he simply wear’s his dick below his waist)…and various topics arose among which being the topic of race, but the scenario didn’t go down as one might assume. It was like some freaky matrix role reversal type shit.

Let me explain…

So we’re socializing…talking about the basics (you know)…who you know…what you do…where you chill…(the insipid b.s. strangers talk about to make each other seem not so strange) and the two whites kept talking bout hood type shit and all the black people were talking bout like upper echelon type shit…and I thought that was the funniest shit…Not only did the blacks talk about the Booshie things…but they did it in such a condescending tone that the whites felt a little slighted…For example: the little stumpy white chick said something about goin to a N**** club and two of the blacks looked at each other and just gave each other the biggest “she can’t be serious” laugh…

So dinner ended and we parted ways…The Blacks went one way and the whites another…and that’s when most of the uppity speech began…which is coo…cause if you gone sit here and say you don’t judge every person you meet…you’re a got damn lie….but this got me to thinking because I made a comment somewhere along the line of: “I’m a poor black boy from Mississippi”…and they quickly shot the shit down…sayin, “what’s that have to do with where you are?”…you’re an educated black man…why keep it hood? There's nothing cool about keeping it hood.
“Embrace your Booshie…” Which basically equated to it’s not where you were its where you’re at. Although I said what I said in a tone of sarcasm it got me to wonderin' a bit...

What determines who you identify yourself with…or essentially what determines who you are?

Is it colour? Is it demographic of people you grow up around? Is it the type of people you admire and strive to be? Or is just Psychological conditioning…

Not sure if it really matters anyway… As long as you’re happy with whatever you are…go head and be that…