Pinkies in the Air Drinkin Hennessy

I should’ve plotted out my major points, before writing this. But the fact that I didn’t, is essentially what this entire piece is about…

I find it difficult to relate to most of the writers/bloggers that get mainstream shine or even popular independent support online, on an educational level. Yet, in the same space, I aim to one day create content as influential as theirs. I don’t believe that my lack of a degree constitutes me being any less creative than them, it’s just a general perception thing. See, I went to a major university but only for a semester before I left. When I got there I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed about what the future held. I was going to be involved in campus activities, I’d pledge Alpha after my freshman year and be involved with the young, black future leaders I was sure to be surrounded by. I wanted to be apart of something established and to have my voice heard…

But as I attempted to integrate my  former life & habits, into the jumbled, mix of events and occurrences that is college… the square peg never fit into the round hole. I wasn’t cut from the same cloth as those people who surely once had the same dreams and aspirations I did. College is probably the first place I saw major division within the community. Classmates, whose parents live on the same street and have been good friends for years, grow apart. The artistic kids go to open mics, the smart ones live in the library, the social ones join frats and sororities and the leftovers sort of drift. I was a drifter. I saw how the organizations and groups divided those who were once close, into splintered factions of special interests. The place I always dreamed of coming started to become less appealing and once the shine wore off, I left.

While everyone else was finishing up at university, I was out fucking up. Bullshitting at community college, selling mid grade for kush prices and smashing all the chicks that never even went to college. All the while unhappy, because I knew this wasn’t me or at least who I wanted to be… But I also wasn’t the pretentious, degree waving asshole my former classmates were growing into. I was in a tough spot. Was I being resentful and a hater? Or just marching to the beat of my own drum? What would I have become if I stayed in college?…

That question is irrelevant. Until H.G. Wells lists that time machine on Amazon, I’ll never know. But, what I’ve realized on my life journey, is that there is an untapped demographic. One that content rarely reflects the life of. The young black male, lacking a college education but works hard. He’s intelligent and aware as anyone else, but is constantly overlooked. He absorbs media, yet there is none reflective of his situation. All he sees is the cookie cutter image of what a “successful”, black male must have accomplished or look like. I hope to create content for the intelligent, black men (and women) who didn’t go to college. The ones that don’t own any tailored suits or polished Cole Haans, yet have interests and concerns no different from the Summa Cum Laude brothers. The true silent majority.

The thought within the “established” of the black community that says if you didn’t graduate college, your voice, thoughts and ideas are somehow inadequate, needs to die. And it will. God willing, I’ll deliver the fatal blow to those ideals myself.

Stop drinking Hennessy with your pinky in the air.

Thank you all for helping me realize my worth and find my voice. What you read is but a skeleton outline of what I hope to become & produce.


13 thoughts on “Pinkies in the Air Drinkin Hennessy

  1. I like it I like it! I know many people who just went through the motions because that’s what their family and society tells them. And even though they lacked passion to obtain said degree[s], they use them as weapons and classifiers for those who chose alternative routes. I do know some cool people with degrees though!

    sidenote: I am all for living your life the way you see fit, but I have NEVER understood the appeal of fraternities + sororities. Besides the brother/sisterhood [and service to the community], they really act like gang members getting initiated, flaunting their colors, dances, calls and gang signs. Not knocking anyone, but as an outsider, it just always seemed odd.

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    1. Lol thanks. Yeah I agree, everyone has the right to choose their own path but sometimes it seems like legalized hooliganism, for lack of a better word. Like yeah they do stuff for the community but so do tons of other associations and NPOs inclusive of all people. Maybe it was just lost on us because we were never meant to be that.

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  2. MM! First of all..I must confess! I am a white woman, that did go to college😬 and…I happen to thoroughly enjoy your blog!! lol. I love what you have written here. All good points, well made. You are a helluva writer MM..keep up the fantastic work!!😊

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  3. There is definitely a “misplaced” group…so much pressure to NOT fall into a certain category while still staying true to who you are. Even as a college graduate, I faced similar turmoil with deciding where I fall as an “unsuccessful” college graduate. Honestly, I felt very much like you. I felt out of place in college but definitely not fit for the alternative (the only alternative that they allowed black kids to see). And as soon as I graduated without direction, my voice was dimmed.

    I don’t know if its because the black community views college as this big opportunity that we never had…or our tool to rise above oppression and to create REAL change…but like we do with most things, many of us have used it as a tool of segregation against each other. And sometimes, its actually us being self-conscious! Either way, your voice, your thoughts and ideas are far from inadequate.

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    1. Misery loves company, so it helps to know I wasn’t alone but it sucks to know people still go through it. I’m so self-conscious, I had no idea what I was doing in college lol. Thank you though, I appreciate your comments as always.

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