The reader’s chance to hit Delores with a Q
Dear Delores,
Why is the nightlife in St. Louis so wack? In the short time that I’ve been living here it seems like it is against the law for more than one club to be jumping on any given weekend and I’m used to kicking it at five or six spots a week at home?
It looks like I am going to answer a question with a question for this one. So my question to you is: Do you have a job? It’s hard enough for me to go to one or two clubs on the weekend without needing three energy drinks on Monday morning. Five or six clubs in a week? Boy stop. Who are you a baby Diddy? I should have mentioned that we don’t use names because it is obvious that this piece of question was an attempt to make a name for yourself as a man on the scene.
Dear Delores,
Why does every black man with a halfway decent job think that he is baby Jesus and why do they always look at sisters like they are gold diggers?
I’m wit’ you when you right girl. Any brother with a piece of education and a salary higher than minimum wage wants to walk around like he’s a hot commodity even though he’s a hot mess. Same baby mama drama, same high school two timin’, but because he is on somebody’s payroll he thinks he has the right to act any kind of way. I have seen so many lames with ties on, turning their nose up at a sister, that I wish I could do like boyfriend on The Fly and throw up on them and their phone-order bachelor degree until they melt.