Urr-Hurr... What Is With The Attitude Sista??

Yes, I've had a little blaze tonight and I'm now downing the Bulmers and chain smoking spliffs to come down. I may sniff a little extra subbie shortly.


I want to have a bath, but there's a fine line between coming down and being too pissed to do shit. The flat's a mess... I might make my boy clean for me tomorrow. I get him to make my cuppa tea. I'm a bitch the morning after smoking.


I've opened all my post, so it's littered all over my sofa.... As well as the coffee table. I've just put my shopping away, but there's drying up, wet washing that will have to be re-washed now, dried washing to be put away. I shouldn't be blogging, I could be cleaning.


Anyway, I've got to air my point of view... It drives me mad... Why do black women have such negative attitudes? Don't get me wrong, I have bear close black girls who are nothing but safe with me... But even some of them can flare up with people who piss them off. I know that I wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of them. I've got some recent examples I can give you.


1) In the local corner shop near work. Black female in her 40's is in front of me. She asks for cigarettes and is searching for change. I guys says '45p' with regards to the can of drink I have. I want cigarettes too, but only if he has my brand. I lean over slightly and brush the lady's arm. Even though she saw me reach over, she didn't move. On seeing my brand I told the shop keeper I wanted cigarettes too, but to serve the lady first. Boy... What a negative, aggressive reaction I received in response to my polite statement.


L: 'OF COURSE HE GONNA SERVE ME FIRST' (kisses teeth)
M: 'I was only being polite, why are you being so aggressive, I don't understand' (in a confused and not aggressive tone)
L: 'OF COURSE HE GONNA SERVE ME FIRST, I'M STANDING HERE AREN'T I?'
M 'I totally acknowledged that, hence why I told him to serve you. I don't understand why you're being so aggressive when I'm being nice'
L: 'YOU PUSHED ME OUT THE WAY'
M: 'No, I didn't. I leaned over and brushed you're arm. I only wanted to see if they had my brand of cigarette. Most people would have taken a step back when they saw me leaning to look'


Upon realisation that I wasn't reacting to her negativity by either getting upset or returning the attitude, she took her fags and stormed off. Ensuring door slammed upon her exit. The shop owner suddenly looked relieved. He didn't want (another) fight in his shop and had been interrupting our conversation demanding money and our attention. Anything, to divert the aggressive lady from screaming some more at me!


I left the shop quickly, fuming as I marched back to work. Each footstep stamped down in an attempt to diffused my anger. I noticed the rude lady was heading in the same direction as my work and my heart fluttered as I saw her in ahead of me. I picked up my pace until I was about 10 meters behind her. She glanced behind and I ensured my stare caught hers. This time there was no more Mrs Nice Guy. My lips were pursed and eyebrows raised as I gave her my 'You're not so big now we're here' look. Not realising I was going to work in the same place she was going to thoughts of being followed flashed through her head and she quickly turned away and started to slow her pace. I too slowed mine. This must have only made her uncomfortable and confirmed her suspicions of being followed. She walked into the college where I worked and a smile forced my lips from the pinched position I had retained during the walk.


As I entered work strolling with swagger.... This was my hood bitch. I certainly made sure she heard me shout 'Hello' to the receptionists, security guards, Tom, Dick and Harry.


Once she realised I had followed her in, she seemed kinda humble... If you know what I mean. That nasty rude bitch has gone and a more quiet polite person emerged. I was hoping she would be enquiring about the courses I work with.... I would have got my revenge for sure. But it wasn't to be.... this time.


I know if I was a black woman she wouldn't have treated me like that. When I leaned over to check to see if they had my brand of fags, she would have leaned over slightly allowing me to do so.


Second incident was when I was coming back from going to the theatre with my mother. There were two young black girls sitting on the tube. They were around 18, and I know they go to the college I work in. One was sitting with her feet up, spreading over three seats. She was leaning against the arm rest and I sat behind her.


Again, she exploded upon me sitting down...


'Char... WHAT! YOU JUST BUST GIRL UP AND DON'T SAY NUFFING? WHAT? YOU CAN'T SAY EXCUSE ME? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? YOUR BREATH DON'T STINK SO YOU CAN TALK TO ME, YOU AIN'T GOT NO TONGUE?'


The tirrade of rudeness flew faster than speeding bullets and pausing for breath or to even listen to my reply wasn't on the agenda. So again, I told her if she said to me nicely..


'Oh, sorry, you've just knocked me'


I would have been the first to reply...


'Oh, so sorry love, I didn't mean to'


But, when you attack me do you really think I'm going to be all nice to you. When my mother intervened she was polite. The girl was adamant I should have said excuse me and I was astounded as she was already occupying 3 seats and I was damn positive I wasn't saying excuse me for the fourth. My mother said 'Yes, she could have said excuse me, but you, young lady, should have moved. Most people, when seeing more people get on the tube, move if they're taking up more than one seat'.


The little chavy yout told me to stop swearing, and then swore at me. Her poor friend looked so embarrassed. I hope she doesn't stay her friend for long, coz one day her big mouth friend will pick on the wrong people. If my mother hadn't been there that wrong person would have been me. I was being a little street rude gal with a spliff hanging out of my mouth when she was in nappies!


The girls also go to the college and I think they saw my college pass around my neck when they got off. It's a double card holder, so my work card is in one side and my Oyster the other side. Again, I anticipate seeing them again.


Another example was a really rude lady on one of the courses I work with. She totally ignored me when I tried to speak to her and was damn fucking rude to be blunt. She certainly changed her tune when she realised I wasn't just some random stranger asking her questions, but she would be working with me. Quite funny though as I did her CRB for her childcare course and I have to admit, when it came back with child protection issues, I was rather pleased.


The manager asked her to come in for a meeting and she never turned up again. She's one of these older black women with older children of 19 who have bred while she's still popping them out. The grandchild's is the same age as his uncle.


I'm not even spared at work. I was covering lunch on reception and had just arrived when one of the NEET workers (Not in Education Employment or Training) came stomping up to me. The NEET workers are as rough as shit. It would seem they employed because of this, in anticipation that the people who aren't doing shit with their lives will find them easy to work with. Well, she stormed up to me and screamed at me for signing in a 15 year old boy.


I told her it wasn't me who signed him in, she needs to speak to the main receptionist. I was only covering lunch and I explained this in a calm manor..... Which was VERY good for me seeing as I had just been shouted at rudely.


The rudeness continued and the shouting got louder and louder as she stormed off.


Finally I was in McDonald's. There was three tills but only one queue. I was in the queue and had reached the position of being the next person to be served. This is when an older black lady in her 40's again came with her children and bust up the queue in front on me.


M: 'Excuse me, there's only one queue here'
L: 'But there tree tills'
M: 'Yes, I know, but there's only one queue and I was standing here before you, so I'm damn getting served first' (blood beginning to boil and I stand in front of her, before regaining my composure)
M: 'Look, if you were here before me and I just bust up the queue in front of you, you wouldn't be happy, would you?' (calm manor again!)


The lady clearly admitted defeat and stepped back. And it's true, if I pushed in front of her, she'd be the first to cuss me. Look at how she acted when she wanted to push in!


If I take any one of these women and swap their lives with mine I know they would react by screaming, shouting, cussing and maybe even violence if I spoke to them in the same way they spoke to me. I don't understand how one human being can find it totally acceptable to speak to another human being in such degrading, humiliating manor.


What astounds me is the way these people have immediately attacked me, yet they expect my reply to be polite and filled with apology. Me.... If you're gonna be nice to me, I'm the nicest, sweetest, kindest person you'll meet. If you attack me, expect to be attacked back.


I've only ever had experience like this with my black sista's man.... I'm white (if you hadn't realised), but I have a lot of black friends. All my boyfriends have been black and my non-white friends definitely outnumber my white mates. So please don't throw the racist card. I just don't understand why they have so much anger. I wonder how they have been brought up if they feel it's normal to speak to strangers like that? It does make you ponder.


As I mention before I even have a few black female friends, who are soooo totally fucking cool, safe and I have so much respect for them AND they would NEVER cuss me, but boy if I got on the wrong side of them they sure would.


Sooo..... Your comments, experiences and opinions are welcomed.


Take care, God bless


Lady Crack Head x