Friday, October 22, 2010
Hoochie in the morning
"She ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama! HOOD RAT HOOD RAT HOOCHIE MAMA"
This song rang in my ears many times today. I can't help myself! When I see a scantly clad woman marching her half exposed ass down the street, those two lines play in my head. Seriously, every time.
And I find that very humorous. I even laugh to myself a little. People must think I'm some crazy white lady who gets a secret thrill out of the hoochies of the world... I guess they would be right.
So I try not to judge which, considering the first couple of lines of this post, may be hard to believe. I just think we are all marching to the beats of our own drummer and that's just fine by me.
But I am curious who some of these drummers are and what kinds of beats they are producing. I have a hard time imagining anyone who could choose a strapless push up halter and daisy dukes for a run to the bread shop at 8 am! Well, that is if spandex shorts with a jeans stamp can count as daisy dukes.
Sure, I can understand if you are doing the walk of shame. Good for you if you have the confidence to stop at the bread shop mid walk of shame! But it's just too common for that to be the case.
My head was singing the hoochie momma song so much this morning that I almost developed multiple personalities and went out and picked me up a studded corset top and some shiny shoes.
What do you think? Could I use a little hooch up?