That girl
It was like a scene from a movie, you know those black dramas with more issues than Julius Malema. We sat at the dinner table (yes, young black people buy furniture as well) drinking wine and talking nonsensical nonsense as usual. We were having this conversation because I’ve been a douche again, something which is starting to happen way too often. But this time it was different, this time the nonsense made sense. I will always remain steadfast in my belief that when Taylor Swift songs start meaning something in your life then you are screwed. I am screwed, and that’s not a lyric from a Taylor Swift song, it’s an admission of how much trouble I am in. So where was I? Oh yes, the dinner table. So we are sitting there having dinner and constructing meaningful conversation when my good friend Crazy Chrissie has her eureka moment. “I would like to know what this b**** has, how she can just have this hold over you. That no matter what the other girls do, she still has your heart. I...