Day – 22: Who Run The World

Everyones’ cool for the first five minutes.

Really.

It’s true.

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.”

or

“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.

Photo on 13-02-15 at 4.03 PM #3

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36 replies

  1. Omg its my birthday… but I hardly dought your talking about me.

  2. Great post 🙂 Time marches on and things change, but that doesn’t mean they have to be BAD, just different, and sometimes, even better.

  3. You are gorgeous, whore.

  4. Your words and message shines brightly! Have a blessed evening!

  5. Everything you’ve just written…is SO true! That said, I’ll be over here, patiently waiting for my five minutes. Hoping that I’ll impress enough to score at least another five. 🙂

  6. Ho… Just kidding. Never even knew what that meant until a few years ago. Funny post.

  7. Awesomeness!

    But, really, girls didn’t talk to boys past seven? So glad those days are freakin’ gone, and I’m not even into relationships like that.

  8. whore
    /hôr/
    Noun
    derogatory. A prostitute
    Verb
    (of a woman) Work as a prostitute.
    pros·ti·tute
    /ˈprästəˌt(y)o͞ot/
    Noun
    A person, typically a woman, who engages in sex for payment.
    Verb
    Offer (someone, typically a woman) for sex for payment: “she never prostituted herself”.

    Most everyone is willing to sell themselves if the price is right, sexually or otherwise. Welcome to the 21st century. Capitalism has pretty much won. People can prate on about others being whores yet they voluntarily have years of thier lives murdered by work-to make a dollar, so they can go buy useless shit to make them feel like they’re better than those poor bastards who don’t have spending power like them.
    This is the way it is. Albeit disgusting, it’s just common to the point of banality. Being a “whore” in one way or another is considered savvy in todays economy and social order.
    Sad, but true.

  9. If you could record a bunch of real whores doing the Harlem Shake…that could go viral.

  10. This on someone level just felt empowering.
    Sarah

  11. 5 minutes? What happened to the 15 we were all getting at one point? How long did I blink?

    I dropped by to read because I wanted to say thank you for dropping by and liking my vegetarian chicken kebab recipe.

    So – thank you!

  12. Birth control pills and Prozac – you forgot to mention the Prozac 🙂

  13. Being male and only cool for five minutes, I will keep this short. Well put in all areas!

  14. That’s a great post. I like your fast, clever writing style. A couple other factoids: It’s a statistical fact that stock trading groups that are all female outperform groups that are all male or of mixed sex. And the empowerment of women in the number one step to take in ending chronic, persistent hunger around the world.

  15. I enjoyed this post for it’s clarity and the opinion. It somehow coincides with me reading the Female Eunuch.
    Thanks for sharing.

  16. Your opinions are quite refreshing. 🙂 keep er going!

  17. Your point of view is fabulous! Great read!
    Well, that ate up 20 or 30 seconds. 4 and half to go before I’m uncool….again.

    Thanks for dropping by my blog – it’s a constant work in progress!

  18. ‘Head is the new handshake’???

    Clearly i was born 30 years too soon….

    … all those wasted handshakes 😦 😦 😦

    I think i’m going to go away now – and have a good cry.

  19. err… I suppose a quick handshake is out of the question??

  20. 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. <— I wish this wasn't true for the guys who want to treat a woman like a woman for 5 to life…

  21. Lost my coolness…..if I ever had any a long time ago. Tough to be a cool parent…..even when I do try the Harlem Shake….Thanks for popping by blog…

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