What Is Man that He is So Mindful of The Booty?

Ladies, have you ever had a guy to justify ratchet behaviour with the assertion, "I am a man"?

Of course you have.

Does it annoy you the way it annoys me, though? Let me see of show of hands (just click the heart button after you read this...that will suffice.)

I am certain there have been numerous times when I have heard this but I am going to give you two specific scenarios more easily recalled in my memory bank.

One day while power walking in my neighborhood, this guy pulled up alongside me and commenced to getting his rap on. He finished his introductions and passed me his card for me to give him a call. I don't remember the full specifics of the conversation as this was well over a year ago but one thing I remember is being so deep in the market for someone other than my Mother to talk to in this town where I knew few people, that I took his card instead of asking him not to even bother as I most likely would never call him.

It was about two or three weeks before I did call him and one of the first things I asked him is why he pulled alongside me to talk to me not even knowing what I looked like. I mean, I had a cap on and everything and buddy slowed down before he could even get a shot of the profile of my face. Come on now, seriously, did he have to make it so apparent that he was literally pulling up to my bumper?

His response, "Well, I am a man." So your being a "man" justifies your clearly being led by your penis in your interest in a woman. There was nothing about me beyond the physical that drew him towards me. No awareness of my personality, my intelligence, even my pretty FACE for that manner. No, according to his rationalization, all men are magnetized to our booty, not our beauty.

I beg to differ. But more on that in a minute.

A more recent example is a friend of mine who cannot see a bare behind on television without an accompanying sound effect. Whether it's a "Mmh!" or a "Daaaamn," he is going to say SOMETHING. We were at the movies last weekend and a bikini'd bottom walked across the big screen and there it was: "Mmmh."

"Why do you do that?" I asked him.

"Do what?"

"Feel the need to make a sound of 'approval' every time you see some booty?"

"I'm a man!"

Well, you know what? So was Jesus! And I can guarantee you, He never got excited about the sight of mere flesh. How common and base can you be?

I know women who do the same thing but never as blatantly obvious as men and we certainly don't justify our hoots and whistles at the sight of chiseled abs by saying, "We are women!"

Men, it's not cute. Whether it's your homeboy, home-girl, or girlfriend you are sitting next to, making those kinds of sounds or any comment about a female's body only makes you look kind of pathetic.

How full of lust are you that you can't even control your tongue? There can only be one thing going through your mind when you make sounds like that and I personally don't want to know. I think it's very boyish; not very MANLY at all.

As a side note, oddly enough, the two individuals I am referring to in my examples are Christian; yet unaware of 1 Corinthians 13:11. Tsk.

MEN know how to admire a woman's beauty with respect. MEN are more interested in what is on the inside, and what rests on her neck than what's on her chest and below her waist. 

Yes, it is in all men to be physically attracted to the opposite sex; it's inherent in all women as well. But if you are not even strong enough to control your reaction to a "nice physique", then you need to examine yourself. This goes for women, too! Some of the comments under these #mcm photos are embarrassing. Get your behind in a cool shower. You're burning in lust for a man who doesn't even know you exist. #Jesusfixit

Now don't misunderstand me. This isn't jealousy speaking as God has blessed me with whole package myself. This kind of behavior bothers me even if it's just a friend who does it and is a deal breaker with any man hoping to be in a relationship with me. This is why, among other reasons, there was never anything that transpired between myself and power walk dude.

We women know within the first 20 seconds what level of relationship we will or will not have with a guy. I knew with that weak approach that dude would never get to see much beyond the shirt I had tied around my waist that day.

Perhaps if he would have drove completely past me, saw from his rear view mirror that I was a cutie pie and then slowed down to converse, I would have had an inkling more respect for him. However, first impressions are lasting; he could never redeem himself from that foolery.

The friend I went to the movies with last weekend, though? There is still hope for him. There are some behaviors that we are just unconscious of. That we have grown so accustomed to doing that we can't see the wrong in them.

In a perfect world, men would not think with their penises and behave accordingly. We clearly do not live in a perfect world. I am continuing in a walk where I am drawing nearer to God and those in my circle can either join me in that walk or gon' on across the street.

Having said that, I will minister to my friend about this as he does it ALL the time. And friends don't let friends behave like horny little douchebags.

Good night, ya'll.