I used to be a huge wrestling fan. I was a huge fan of the Ultimate Warrior, Sting, and Coco Beware even though he was a black man with a Mohawk and a parrot on his shoulder. Like most children, I had a nasty habit of intimidating the wrestlers when I played with my friends and younger family members. Thankfully I had responsible adults in my life who explained that if I did not sit my dumb ass down, I would break my neck and he or she would not be sitting with me at the emergency room as I was fitted for a wheel chair.
Additionally, when I feel in love with Hip-Hop, the elders in my life respected and supported our relationship. Yet, it was explained to me that I had to turn that “crap” down at times because no one wanted to here that Dr. Dre’s female friend had “some bomb as pussy” (Dr. Dre’s words not mind).
In the end, everything isn’t for everybody. Do we have to respect others personal space…sure. However, we also have to learn that some things simply aren’t directed to us. When this is the case, we need to simply turn the channel, hit the mute button, or find something else that tickles our funny bone. If we even have funny bones anymore!
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