Dante's Hidden Ring

I do not care if you are a man, a woman, shemale, whatever. You have been here. Probably many times. It is worse than hell. It is like nothing else. It is a fate I would wish upon no enemy. It is the friend zone. When you are here, you aren't getting out. I don't care how many women say they would rather every guy be there and "oh, it's easy to get out". It isn't. There is no way out. You will die here.


FML

Obligatory Cliche Title: I'm Baaaack!

Now, that's out of the way. I'm gonna take the time to apologize to all the 2-2 1/2 readers out there who maybe checked this thing once or twice will I spent my summer in a "coffee shop". But that's for another blog. This blog, ladies and gents, is about a new craze sweeping the nation. The kinda craze that ignites the airwaves. The kinda craze that spreads infectious diseases, those awful Hush Puppies shoes, and the Kings of Leon song "Notion". This craze: Hoodrats

Think this about a Snoop Dog song? Read on. This summer I attended many a few social gatherings with friends, UGA Shin-Dings with my brother, and read a few god awful facebook statuses. Upon analyzing my surroundings and situations, I happened to notice a pattern in the way people acted. A subtle pattern at first, but when I expounded upon this craze with a few friends, I learned they too had heard of this and even gone so far as created a name for it: Hoodrats. I know your asking what exactly a Hoodrat is, and I'm gonna give it to ya straightup. You know that girl at the party who shows up ALREADY drunk? Hoodrat. You know the girl you have on speeddial that will come over whenever wherever? Hoodrart. You know the girl who doesn't speak a word but texts her "man" at the party a mere 10 feet away, asking to have some "together time"? Slut, but also, Hoodrat. A hoodrat is not the girl you become friends with. It is not the girl you bring home to mom, and it is not the girl you take to an intellectual movie or Shins concert. She is the down an dirty devil women who you label in you phone as "Taylor" because you can't remember her last name to save the life of you. A hoodrat is always at the party, her satus reading "going out tonight!" or "be back in the morning" and you never stop really to question who invited her, how she got there, or who she is there with. It has come to the point where parties NEED hoodrats. They are like that ugly painting in your house that annoys the hell outta you but the second you take it down, the house feels empty. Next time you are at a party and you suspect someone falling to this persona, simply walk up to them and ask them how they got here. You usually don't live to tell the tale.


Out.