Monday, April 29, 2013
Under The Cherry Moon
When i was younger, it seriously used to boggle my mind how old women (and by old women, i mean
anyone the same age as my mother) were so enamored with Prince. Like...couldn't they see he was gay? Why were they so gung ho to throw their granny panties at a man who walked about with a relaxer, high heel boots and assless pants (among other things)? And he wasn't even cute either. He was just a tiny, scrawny lil high-yellow thang. C'mon son.
My mom definitely spent the better part of my young adulthood trying to convince me that my lack of interest in Prince was...well foolishness lol. But i just was not buying it.