Everyones’ cool for the first five minutes.
Actually, this applies not only to people – but to everything. Take the Harlem Shake for instance, sure, I like everyone else in the world toyed with the idea of dressing my son up as Oscar the Grouch, teaching my dogs some choreography, and making my very own youtube sensation.
But then five minutes passed.
And I, like everyone else in the world, moved on. Well, except the few that just can’t let go of viral bombshells. They’re a tribe – cult like in nature, desperately trying to piggy back off the fortuitous fame of those who don’t speak English or are extremely silly, but have the good fortune to have learned the ins and outs of social media marketing. But that’s another topic for another day.
It was after a soulful two hour conversation on Skype with my best friend, when I realized that the world has changed yet again. There he was, not directly staring at me on the screen, which can only mean he was watching Harlem Shake videos in the background, while he vented his societal woes in the cock block nation that is modern day Egypt.
Except now, the country that had a strict missionary policy, started flirting with the idea of lifting up her metaphorical skirt, so to speak.
Thirty years ago, girls didn’t talk to boys past 7:00 pm, and many marriages were deals done over the comfort of tea and desert in the bride to be’s living room.
Oh how things have changed.
We live in a world where head is the new handshake and everyone is two weeks away from being pregnant. We live in a world where the social stigma of being called a whore is gone – well not totally gone. The term whore is still a common in our vernacular, except it no longer describes one who is promiscuous. In fact, the term is usually coined for a girl that does something socially outrageous i.e. sells crack to kids or snatches the last pair of Gucci pumps in a size 7 1/2. We also use the insult on home wreckers, but not for their sexual exploits, but more for their breaking the rules.
For example: “Oh my God, so she took the last shirt, she is such a WHORE. But I didn’t let that WHORE get away with it, I stole it back from her.”
“I walked in and caught that WHORE giving my boyfriend a handshake.”
Consoling friend then replies, “Ya, what a WHORE.”
You get it.
Birth control and morning after pills are now the new daily vitamins. Long gone are the horrified glares and judgemental stares of other women who discover their friend’s date labeled drugs in their bags.
And it’s not a bad thing.
Very much unlike the content of viral videos – this trend is here to stay.
The world is changing, it is no longer frowned upon for a woman to expect an orgasm or for a lady to go after what she wants. The woman is and will no longer be the silent partner when marriage is being discussed.
And single mother’s? You’re the new CEOs.
Maybe Beyonce was right the whole time.
We run the world.
So men, you’re only cool for the next five minutes – and if you don’t impress, it’s on to the next big thing.
Sweet Dreams World.
P.s. Happy birthday- to someone ordinary who does extraordinary things.