We have a new girl in our office. She started on Friday and so far she seems to be fitting in well. Or so I think.
Apparently, a couple of the office staff (read: black females) have taken to calling her a hoochie.
Maybe it’s because she wears a long black weave almost to her midsection. Or it could be that she has obvious light brown contacts in her eyes, framed by fake eyelashes. Yet it could be the fact that she wore a form-fitting, cleavage-bearing top paired with snug dress pants. Or it might have something to do with the fact that she has what one could call a “banging body,” with boobs and booty for days. She was the perfect woman Apple Bottom Jeans were made for.
Of course, me being me, I had no problem with that. (You have read the title of this blog, right?)
But some of the other ladies, well, they took offense to what they deemed her “ghetto attire.”
“I think she’s cute,” I said to them in her defense. Cause she is. Regardless of what she had on, “Homegirl” is pretty, which can be seen in spite of the fakeness adorning her face. I happen to think she’s attractive, but I couldn’t convince my conservative female co-workers otherwise.
“Yeah, she’s cute, but she needs to stop wearing those contacts and take out that tacky weave,” one said.
“She looks a little…,” another said, almost in a whisper, “like a hoochie. She’s looking one step out the club.”
While the new girl wasn’t exactly dressed for success, she didn’t appear to a hoodrat either. Homegirl had on an outfit that would be considered office casual, and though I would have worn something a little more business-like for my first day, I wasn’t down for persecuting her. Our office attire is mostly business casual, and she was dressed like most of us would. It seemed to me there was a little cubicle hating going on, cause the hoochie comments were a little uncalled for.
Damn, the girl had only been on the job an hour.
Today, though, Homegirl was a little more covered up and her long hair was pinned up. She and I had on an almost similar outfit — a casual blouse with black capris — but now the ladies seemed to be convinced that her fuchsia-colored hoops weren’t professional enough.
Why is it that women seem to hate on each other over something so petty, especially if that person is considered to be an outsider? I never understood this logic. These so-called conservative co-workers, the same ones finding fault with Homegirl’s bootylicious appearance, are the same ones who will wear a dress with a plunging neckline leading to their own ample bosom. They also have thick bodies just like Homegirl — if not more so. It’s never been my style to rip on another sister without just cause. What bothered me about their comments was that they hadn’t even taken the time to introduce themselves to Homegirl, but yet could have a whole 20-minute conversation about whether she’s a ghetto bunny one step from the projects.
Putting down another woman, who may appear to be more beautiful or intelligent, doesn’t make me less attractive or less smart.
So their critical words irked me.
Cause when I talked to her, she seems like she has the sweetest spirit.
And that’s just my first impression.
