How I Know You're Ghetto...

You ever come across someone who just can't shake the ghetto or the trailer park? (Perfect example is Twitney Spears aka the Circus Whore - All that money and she can't get a lace front or something? Beyonce or Tyra need to hook that poor chile up) They might be really trying to shake it, but it always shows, like a big scarlet letter on they foeheads.

On Wednesday I was on the train and a young female (I was gonna say lady but not so much) got on. At first glance, she was well put together - skinny jeans, a preppy polo, and some little flats, carrying a Speedy 30 bag. But then she sat down and committed the greatest sin to ever be committed against a luxury handbag, she started yanking what appeared to be her school books out of it. Yes, school books. Not a paperback, or even a small hardcover novel, I'm talking a full sized one subject notebook, some photocopies, a small textbook, and all manner of writing implements. That poor zipper.

And I may be jumping to conclusions but I bet that either that bag was a fake or someone brought/boosted it for her. I mean they do repair their shit if you bring it in to the store, as most luxury brands do, but why be so cruel to it? I mean if she needs a bookbag, its not like Louis doesn't make those too. And shit, any knock off known to man can be found on Canal Street.

Then yesterday, two young females got on my train downtown Manhattan each carrying about 5 big shopping bags. Now I immediately thought, "Uh oh, somebody got their child support checks!" and then felt bad for it. But then it turned out I was right and I felt even worse! It was like 70 degrees and kinda cool yesterday and these chicks were trying to work that fake rocker chick look that seems to be so popular thanks to those idiots the Crackhouse Boys or whatever the hell their name is. Pompadoured ponytails, black nailpolish, skinny jeans with high top converse, and Rolling Stones tees tied up so their belly rings would show. Did I mention it was chilly? So of course they sit down next to me, cause Murphy loves his east coast bitch, and start to go through their purchases right there on the train. Bitch, you can't even wait to get home or is your memory so bad that you don't remember what your bought? I was glad to see that one of them had at least bought a whole bunch of stuff for her son. That is until she pulled out the Coach bag that she got for herself that I know was more than the stuff from Old Navy she got the kid.

And the whole ride to Brooklyn, they are going on and on about how glad they were that they finally got that child support check...
Damn!