Yeah, yeah, yeah…I hear you already. I bet you’re thinking, “has she lost her mind?” I know you’re wondering what kind of post is called “Who Gon’ Check Me, Boo?” Well, this one is, but likely it’s not for reasons you might have thought.
The infamous phrase coined by then famous Real Housewives of Atlanta star Sheree Whitfield was spoken during a heated shouting match years ago about something simple that I can’t clearly recall. But in this day and age where people take the liberty to throw their two cents and a side of shade (that’s another word for hate in a more youthful vernacular) in about any, and everything in other people’s lives I propose the we ask ourselves the question, “Who Gon’ Check Me, Boo?”
Don’t fret with trying to come up with an answer. I already have one. We need to CHECK ourselves. From the television media, to magazines, to insta-journalists (those that aren’t still paying student loans or have a degree like others and I to accurately report without bias or opinion), to social media and the likes there is a rapid onslaught of plain ol’ meanness. Some people hate people for not lining up with their personal beliefs, and they have no problem angrily saying it and showing it. Some people label people as “people who hate people” for not agreeing with their personal lifestyle, and they have no problem furiously saying it and showing it. Some people slander people like they’re clocking in earning a living putting people down. While others take delight in the downfall of those who are down like someone else’s down equals their come up. It’s a mess. A mess, I tell ya! The thing about hate is that it never helps anyone. The hater (and I mean the true definition of hater, someone, according to Merriam-Webster with: intense hostility and aversion usually deriving from fear, anger, or sense of injury) may advance, but only for so long, and the in-between and aftermath of what transpires in the lives of those there to witness what happens leave far-reaching effects I’m afraid the world isn’t equipped to handle. Enough already! Or in the (remixed) words of Prince Rogers Nelson, “shut, already, darn!
So I ask you to join me in asking us again, “Who gone check me, boo?” And in the words of Ice Cube (Westsiiiiiiiiiiide), Das EFX or whoever said it first, “You better check yo’ self before you wreck yo’ self.” And in the words of Rodney King (RIP), “Can we, can we all get along? Can we, can we get along?” Peace.