There is a specific 'Type' of woman who does hard drugs. Not necessarily abuse them or are addicted but they do Coke before Weeknd and Drake concerts or before they go to the strip club or something. Those chicks always seem to be A1. The type of chick for works in a HR department who got her own apartment and got a big booty for no reason. Yes that chick, she does coke, molly, and gets high off prescription drugs. The type of woman Miguel sings about. Those women are kind of perfect.

Except they tend to not like relationships really. They treat niggas how niggas treat women everyday. They like to play niggas and have them running all around town for them. They the type of girl that will make there main nigga they talk to have to take them out on dates and shit before she let him get the wiff of the pussy but then have a one night stand the week prior. These women are dangerous but the box is fye and they do hard drugs so fellas prepare. This the type of chick that if you are not careful your gonna slick have a drug problem and your gonna be spending all your money on Molly and UBER rides home.

When I was younger and just getting into rock music, whenever a white person asked me who my favorite artist was and I responded with "Fall Out Boy", they would be shocked. "A negroid listening to something other than rap and hip-hop??? My stars!" I wore that reaction like a badge of honor. I like to be different and celebrate my individuality. I was skating before Lil Wayne made it cool for kids from the 'hood to skate. I wore blazers over my hoodies, and called it "ghettosexual". I was even goth. Seriously. But one thing I always celebrated was the fact that I could draw looks of intrigue from someone on the subway train when they heard My Chemical Romance blasting through my iPod earphones.

Now? Not so much.

We were sitting around drinking yesterday, and The Goo Goo Dolls' "Better Days" comes on and I start belting it out. One of my roommates' girlfriend, a white girl, looks at me in astonishment and says "You know this song???" I respond, "Of course. I dig the Goo Goo Dolls. 'Iris' and 'Broadway Is Dark Tonight' are two of my favorite songs." She looks bewildered.

Later that night, somehow we all start talking about The Office, and I exclaim at the fact that Season 9 is FINALLY on Netflix. Then my OTHER roommate's girlfriend, again, a white girl (they are all white, for the record), looks at me with the same astonishment from earlier and says "You watch The Office???" And I reply, in jest, "Yes, I love The Office. What, because I'm black, all I'm supposed to watch is BET???" She hits the White Person Panic Button. You know, when a white person feels that they've offended a black person and feverishly apologizes and claims they aren't racist/some of their friends are black/Free Mumia. Welp, she jammed that button. I start laughing and assure her I was just kidding. 

The thing is, I know where those questions come from, and there was truth to my sarcastic response. No matter where I go and what circles I chill in, it's a shock to white people that I love rock music or that I hate BET or whatever, because the stereotype is black=good at basketball/has rhythm/loves rap. While I am good at basketball, I, in fact, have NO rhythm and only dance when I drink, and I love old-school rap and hate today's hip-hop with a passion, only quoting things that get stuck in my head. I still can't tell you who says "Popped a molly, now she's sweating". Or "I'm sweating". Or whatever.