Doing some black Friday shopping I realized that I associate a lot of things with women. Holiday shopping, winter time, cold weather, the only black cashier in the store breaking her neck to speak to me— it’s Lonely Bitch Season. Back in high school my boy Falcon use to say some of the most brilliant shit to me when talking about girls, one that stuck with me was this notion of Lonely Bitch Season. He schooled me with this, “after thanksgiving break, girls come back to school and they trying to let a nigga beat because they want Christmas presents”. Mind you I was 17 years old and to a 17 year old that ignorance makes perfect sense, at the time I had never met a girl who didn’t flirt with me during the holidays and ask “so what you getting me for Christmas”. While my man Falcon didn’t quite hit the nail on the head with his logic, as I grew older I realized that he came pretty close.
Thanksgiving is a family holiday, and for single females this can be tough. No matter how much of a drunk your Cousin Wanda’s boyfriend is or that everyone at the table knows Aunt Jackie’s husband beats her, they’re still shitting on the single girl at the table. They may be dysfunctional, but her ass arrived alone and will leave alone. I can go to a thanksgiving and not get asked one question about the opposite sex. A girl who’s nearing that “marrying age” gets in front of the family and it’s lock and load on the “so who you seeing” or “when are you going give us a nephew” questions. Once she survives that dinner she’s out on that next Friday, not shopping for discount jeans at the Gap, but shopping for a boo for the winter.
Its cold and no one wants to lay up under the comforter alone watching Set It Off pretending to have fun by themselves. Well no one with a vagina. Women like to cuddle, they like to snuggle, they like to point out cuddling and snuggling are two different things. Come April she’ll be ready to hit the club again, but for now, it’s too cold to go out dressed...