FOR THE RECORD: Addressing the A.G. Hippie Misconception

(sorry alexa, i love you, but i had to use an example here)

I am so distraught right now. My bestie, Tezzy, just inappopriately accused me of being what she has coined to be an “A.G. Hippie”, translation, Avante Garde hippie, translation, pretentious ass hippie artist who thinks she has one up on the rest of society. Okay, so I went a little overboard on the translation. But, it does, to me at least, project a significant amount of pretentiousness that suggests that I am the kind of person that rejects common “normal, every day things”. So just to DISPEL this misconception and SET THE RECORD STRAIGHT, I do not just go to gourmet vegetarian soirees and listen to jazz with a beret on while I burn sage on my home altar. Tezzy don’t look at me like that. Okay fine, I like gourmet soirees, jazz, and sage. Fine. I’ll give you that.

BUT on the inside, I’m still that Sacramento girl that bumped Warren G and rushed home to watch Moesha after basketball practice. I loved Nike Air Penny Hardaways, and still do. I have a thing for athletes, and I started playing basketball again- my jumpshots are still legit, thank you very much.

(still dreaming of anfernee….sighhhhh)

I wrote a poem about loving Chicken. I freaking love Popeyes. I am so happy they serve shrimp.  I still get tickled when I smell bacon. Just to clear things up, I don’t eat meat because of animal cruelty issues (although I do love animals) I don’t eat it cause it doesn’t taste good to me, period! And well, it is kind of cruel yall.

I just felt like I had to clear things up here. I will say that even though I wear hipster glasses, burn nag champa, and watch Flight of the Concords, I still LOVE having cable TV (I mean come on, how would I watch T.J) , will jump on a pair of Air Penny Hardaways on sale like they were hotcakes, AND I am beginning to like T.Pain’s songs. YES. There I said it. T.PAIN, dammit. It pains me to admit it, but I felt like I needed to make a point here. And on another note, Tezeta was the one that introduced me to Nag Champa, and she borrrowed my hipser glasses last week! (She has no blog to retort with. buahahhaa)

But the reason why we are friends is because we both have fond memories of owning Grant Hill’s shoes, we wore dark brown lipliner and lipstick (508 Wet N Wild Paloma!) , and neither of us can really resist gyrating our hips or bursting out with the Beyonce body roll every time “Single Ladies” come on. So YES. There it is. And lastly, we are friends because we lip sync to THIS after all these years:

(you can feel free to guess which one is which)

Young moola babay,
Ruby

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