We Meet Becky (Again)

Go call Becky with the Good Hair.

When I heard this infamous phrase uttered by Beyonce in Lemonade, I instantly thought:
"Homegirl, you musta read my mind." I've often said that to (**). "If you're looking for convention, for calm, no drama, for sterility, this is not the place to find it, why don't you go call Becky with the Good Hair."

We already know Becky is tied with Convention...so what else...

For me, Becky is synonymous with a lot of things...asides from Good Hair.

Becky is likened to convention

Becky who doesn't ask questions

Becky who agrees with everything

Becky who doesn't curse

Becky who never stands up for herself

Becky who coils at the slight raise of your voice and apologizes for causing it to raise

Becky who never wonders why you come home so late

Becky who can cook 5 different types of soups before 5 in the morning

Becky who runs the home with a smile on her face

Becky who lives her life to serve her man and with each demand she turns around and asks for more Becky who never complains when the calls or the sex becomes infrequent - you're just busy with work she safely assumes

Becky who stands for all those women you compete against and when you finally meet them you wonder if they were programmed to be...so lifeless...so absent...so vapid...so quintessentially Becky

Our Mothers never tire of raising Beckys because they know there's always an inexplicable increased demand for them. There's hardly a demand for the non-Beckys. No one ever returns a Becky they got at the store and asks for a refund opting instead to go with a non-Becky, in order to add some much-needed drama to their lives. Who invites that kind of wahala into their life? That's what (**) would say. To which I would respond, "Hmmm...Na so, then, go call Becky then." They do. Gladly.

Our Mothers should have warned us that being this formidable force that stands up for herself would inevitably make us end up alone in this world, that we should choose to loose ourselves, shed our individuality, our persona as we trudge down the Becky route. They probably did and stubborn ones like myself failed to pay attention. We thought individuality would become synonymous with femininity and take over the world by the time we got older. And that we would meet a like minded young man, a soulmate, who would relish that individuality with us and we could conquer the world.

Tepid day dreams of little girls...

But that's enough about Becky...for now.

Enough...