T-Boz
was an all-time Raven Mack crush. I still sometimes think me and her could get
together. It’s possible. Not sure why I got a TLC retro kick this past year but
I did, and I did hard. This is their biggest hit, and still a chill song. But is
it chill because it’s actually chill, or is this the stains of nostalgia for
olden days where the bad memories have dissipated and only good thoughts
remain? And I didn’t even listen to TLC back then because I was a young adult
male and too goddamned hard to be listening to R&B. Toxic masculinity has
so many weird tendrils into all the things we do as grown ass men, afraid to
not be the hardest hardest hard as hard can get. Worried more about erectile
dysfunction than emotional dysfunction. Oh well. While it’s hard to agree with
shutting people down for wanting to see a waterfall, I’m 100% down with
sticking to the rivers I’m used to, because they’re pretty chill rivers, and I
don’t really know them as well as I could. So T-Boz, if you reading this by
chance, googling yourself, and somehow the devil ass algorithm doesn’t block
me, any time you wanna come through Virginia and float a section of either the
Rivanna or the James with a dimple-bearded elevated consciousness country boy,
hit me up. Email in the sidebar. I got you.
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