On Wednesday I briefly talked about the Power Of The P during Remember What My Pops Told Me post so I want to explore on it even more. Recently, I was talking to a good friend of mine who told me about his cousin, who by all means had it going on; good job, car, house, and benefits; but all of a sudden started acting crazy, withdrawing $1000 at a time and was always broke, stressing out and stopped caring for himself like he used to. Come to find out, he finally slept with a girl he had been chasing for about year to which my homie and I realized he was p*ssy whipped. So this got me to thinking of the phenomenon known as The Power Of The P.
The great equalizer, the one thing that will make a man (or woman) act a fool, be treacherous, conniving and act his/her shoe size rather than his/her age. Yes the Power of The P has caused the ruin of great civilizations, caused wars (Helen of Troy) and many Ray Ray’s and Pookie’s to go to jail in wife beaters and boxers looking like Flavor Flav, Sweet Cooch Brown is the reason why most dudes clean up, get their hair cut and try to dress fly,. While some may not get so much as a whiff of it, just the thought that they might get some is enough to get them to come out the pocket to pay bills, take women on trips and risk their careers and marriages, I’m looking at you General Patreaus.
You all wouldn’t believe the lengths that some men (and women) go to for a little Peaches ‘n Cream. One of my favorite scenes in Harlem Nights was Richie calling his wife and child to tell them that he wasn’t going to be coming home anymore because of the sunshiny sunshine that was put on him and made him p*ssy whipped. Grown people plotting, conniving and scheming for it just like a bad Soap Opera plot, relationships, happy homes broken up and lives lost on the account of anatomy crack.
You got the dude that hasn’t had it since it had him; that if you mess up and feel sorry and give him some, you won’t be able to get rid of him, he’ll probably show up to your job in a pink robe, bunny ears and swimming trunks on, looking for you in the broad day with the flash light.
These are the dudes that my homies and I clown and try to avoid at all costs; ladies you see them out in lounges and clubs, looking thirsty willing to buy the whole bar for you hoping that you’ll go home with them while promising you everything but the moon stars. These are the same dudes that are possessive and once they get “some” they have the potential to shoot up a whole club just because he’s sprung and he doesn’t want anybody else sticking their fingers in his pudding.
Now I’m not going to act holier than thou, even me, Breazy Dee Williams, I did some story telling and scheming in my time for some sweet potato pie, but within reason and the realm of sanity. I can give you a firsthand account of how I use to be a shark in the water just hoping for the smell of blood so I could move in for the kill. I’ve had toe curling, don’t touch me, don’t touch me sex, but I can say I haven’t had some that was so good that I was itching and scratching with a runny nose like a character from The Wire. I was always taught not be p*ssy whipped but to whip the p*ssy and these are words that I live by.
So fellas, be honest have you ever been whipped? Ladies have you ever put it on a dude so good he wanted to pay your bills? Also, ladies have you ever had a dude put it on you so good you married a Marley and quit your career?
Talk to me, I’ll talk back.