By Kim Jackson 

THE artist, Prince, once sang in one of his many awe-spiring creations for a woman to act her age and not her shoe size. For the past few weeks; the song has been on repeat in my head. I haven’t watched ‘Dynasty’, but I have an attitude.

1. So, you’ve sent me a FB friend request so I can read that you will put a spiritual inspiration stat on Monday and then argue with someone on Tuesday thru Friday. Really?!

2. Did I mention that you’re almost 50 years old? And you’re arguing with your son’s on again/off again girlfriend? And to make it worse…you want to quote the bible and say that the Lord says that you should not concern yourself with other’s business. C’mon…really?!?!

3. If someone comes to me, quietly speaking to me. It does not mean that you get out of your chair to see what they are talking about. Seriously, if the conversation was supposed to include you; then, they would have said. “Hey, yeah you, Nosy, come here and listen.” What is this constant need to include yourself in everything? Nobody is talking to you!

4. I’m curious…can someone tell me what the heck is this irritating need for women in their almost 40’s and 50’s to turn on the baby voice? I AM AN ADULT DAMMIT!!!! Don’t tweak, squeak, lisp, or anything out of the ordinary when you speak to me. You look and sound ridiculous. Half a century years old, trying to talk like a d*mn three year old. STOP IT.

5. Catty. Cackling. Gossiping. Hateration. Ladies, there a quite a number of times in my life that I have thanked God for making me a girl. Until, you start with this. I admit; I have been guilty of it myself. When I was a teenager! I have since learned better. Yes, I still complain about some of you (as you can see from 1 – 4). But, complaining is different. There comes a time in your life that you have to put a stop to that nonsense. When you call yourself talking about somebody else behind their back; it only shows a streak of jealousy. Period. As the saying goes, “Don’t hate me because you can’t be me.” (hey, don’t get mad at me…it is as you’re showing it!). How about this? Be gangsta…if you can’t say it in that person’s face…then don’t say it. (Lololololol!!! I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. I know some women won’t dare because that is not how they operate.)

Okay. Now that I’ve put it out there, maybe this song can get out of my head.