The other day, I had to do a mini album review of Destiny’s Child’s Destiny Fulfilled for VIBE.com. As I clicked through the different songs via Youtube (couldn’t find an album stream for the life of me), I laughed as the jewelry box twinkle intro of “Cater 2 U” started to play. I was instantly reminded of how dumb I always thought that song was.
Now, let me say this before the Beyhive schedules my crucifixion: the song is great for listening purposes. The harmonies are nice, great song construction, its well written and blah blah blah, all the other reasons we loved the power trio. But the concept of the song always irked me.
The idea of happy servitude was just mind blowing to me. Okay okay, I’m sure it’s not that extreme nor is it forced but c’mon, some of the lines were a little OD. “I’ll run your bath water…” Honey, I’m sure he can turn the faucet 45 degrees to the left on his own. Plus, I’m sure he’s taking a hot shower at most. And wanting a manicure? I mean… if that’s your steez. I’m too much of a stubborn and prideful person to be waiting on you hand and foot. I don’t like to do that for anyone. I’m not necessarily demanding that from a guy either.
I’m sure most will think my opinion is invalid because I’ve been out the game for a LONG time. Well, for the most part you’re right; however I feel, thanks to social media, like I’m living vicariously through everyone’s relationships – shout out to the Instagram series you’ve got going on of the meals you throw down in the kitchen just for your boo daddy. And it’s your 6 monthaversary? Oh, he’s bout to get that good good. And all types of TMI.
It’s weird. I’m undoubtedly a hopeless romantic, but I’ve never been head over heels, eyes glossed over in love before either. I loved my ex. But I was also 18. Not sure if that was the pinnacle of love, bliss and intimacy. I’ve got to keep it real with myself. And right now, it’s all about me. Sure, I could go for a date here and there. I guess a PG-13 winter cuff would be a thrill. I love seeing people in love and want to experience that before I start to prune. Maybe my whole perspective will change when I experience that. Maybe I’ll surprise myself and become a spoiler. Maybe the D will be thatgood (okay, I doubt that).
But if I do end up in an apron 10 years from now baking heart shaped brownies and serving them on a tray for my man one morning, somebody, anybody, PLEASE take a picture.
- Stacy-Ann Ellis (@stassi_x)