Why Jamaican men love Ratchets?

I look at this pic and I am wondering who must be blamed for convincing our women that men preferred women who dressed and act like Ratchets? Men or the Media... I don't know cause women on TV don't look like this...  

I have friends and I know people who wear short revealing clothes yet I can look at them and see a certain level of classiness to them. Their clothes maybe short but their outfit does not scream ratchet. 

If a girl is interested in attracting some Waste man then no problem, she can always "skin out" in the middle of the dance and have a guy pour Heineken froth on her pubis alluding to a phallus discharging on her vagina. But we know and men know it they just don't tell us that they prefer women who are modest. 

Yes you can be a hot girl and be modest. A lot of women even fully covered are very attractive if they wear the right clothes for their body type. I don't compete with Ratchets cause you might get as low as them but you will never get their kind a dirty. Secondly I don't date men who make whores my competition, I am not and never was a skin out on the dance kind a woman. 

Men like Ratchets for one reason and that is because when them want pussy they don't have to do a lot of convincing. Do you think a girl like that can stand up to any decent man and declare that she's virtuous woman who should be treated with respect, he will no doubt allude to that picture and call her a big joke. As a matter of fact, he singled you out because he wanted a quick, non committal sex with no strings attached or expectations of a relationship. 

This male dominant culture has convinced every girl that if you don't look like hooker or like you trying to trap a man then you are worth nothing. 

I like extensions and wigs are great for a on the go lady like me but there was a time when only "GoGos" wear wigs and not just wig but coloured wig. Now you know a working lady from a stay at home Ratchet by the appearance of her hair off the bat. 

I like coloured hair it's pretty good for a dancehall setting but I don't attend sessions much unless it's a club kinda session and someone close to me is keeping that party. 

To each their own, people have a right to live their lives, the way they see fit. I have a problem though when people's lifestyle inadvertently affects mine in am adverse way. We know that men often believe all women are the same and after dating a certain type of woman, he will treat you the same way and expect similar actions from you. 

Two boys killed a Dog

I read a report in the Gleaner about several killings in Jamaica. I was infuriated and saddened by the reports of children witnessing the killing of a parent. We have become a society of heartless people. 

I don't know but I believe there was a time when children were shielded from such experiences. That is no longer the case. Facebook has taught me a lot about the way people are in the physical world. 

The Gleaner makes a report and has thousands of subscribers yet only few people with hearts make comments when these incidents occur. People generally do not care. They assume that whoever was killed must have done something to deserve it. 

It is easier for us to think people who are killed somehow deserve it. After all we would not want to believe that our little notions of security are only illusions and superstitions. We would not want to think that there are people on this world who are inherently evil and get some form of thrill from committing diabolical acts. Oh no... They must have something wrong, oh yes they must have been involved somehow for someone to think about them in such a hateful manner. To admit that there are evil people in this world is to say shatter our sense of security. 

Two little boys killed a dog last Saturday evening next door and proceeded to burn him after cutting him up. They are eight and ten years old. Their mother has several

Children and in modern terms is homeless. Their step father beats their mother regular and she has no idea who their father is. These little boy went to someone's yard and killed a dog. 

It's quite ominous when you think about it and I hope these boys are planning to become surgeons and not murderers. Based on their background and emotional abuse that they have been through, I doubt they will not turn to a life of crime. 

I wonder about their mother who has seven children and she's barely thirty. She has another two sons and a baby boy. She's raising five very dangerous young men. I don't mean to be prejudicial, I often harp on people for not giving Ghetto People the benefit of the doubt but in many cases, things are exactly as they seem. 

I dreamt heaven

I think I dreamt heaven. I went to this place in my mind while I slept that I have never been to before. It's nothing i have ever experienced. It was picturesque like Disney land but a million times more surreal. 

Heaven had the biggest moon I've ever seen. It's like a big round moon with light as bright as the sun. Trees in heaven looked like marshmallows on branches. Clouds glisten and the sun rays were like silver streaks across the baby blue sky.  Everything was so bright. I saw every minute detail of the pollens on the Grass. The wind was gentle, atmosphere cool and breeze barely palpable. It is a world that I am between.  I was staring at Heaven from Earth. 

I looked for Him and he wasn't there. I was in a tree I think and on the other side I saw like black clouds and red fire, an old cow boy with a mansion looking very filthy and I could have sworn I saw him there. Hell looked much like earth but worst. Heaven looked like Disney land, light, happy, cheery, like ether. I didn't realise I dreamt heaven until just now talking to you.

Hold on Jamaican Bloggers, Change Gwine come

A Jamaican blogger contacted me last night about her sudden disillusion with her Jamaican people. She was ready to shut down her blog and cash in. She would migrate with her children and never set back a foot on these disenchanted shores of a people who in her estimation want nothing short of things remaining just the way that they are. I understood what she meant, in a country like this you can die for your right and still die for no reason. People might be upset but no one dare publicly decry injustice for fear that they might disappear too. 

I told her I realise something critical about Jamaicans, we don't argue to sieve through clutter of perspectives to find the truth, when we have a discussion about economy or society people turn the forum into a personal debate about whether or not the person is credible enough to give references and attempt to undermine and insult the speaker. 

Some people are not truth seekers don't expect good things from people with dirty minds. I know a lady on a particular blog who comments everyday simply to insult the publisher and infuriate his followers.  I've learned one thing from people like her, they don't care about Jamaica, she cares about her opinions and her rated night. She couldn't give a damn about what happens to Jamaica on a collective basis. You don't have to agree with what is being said, but you can provide alternative arguments that points to greater truths. Your dissension should not be a means to insult and undermine. It's people like them who contribute to the continued decay in our society. 

I said something to my colleague blogger that got her thinking. I told her don't be dismayed, not because people do not comment it does not mean that they don't read. They see it but refuse to acknowledge it hoping to create the exact results you talking about now. They want you to pack up and leave. 

I experience it daily on Facebook, I've had over a million visitors to my blogs here and elsewhere and people rarely comment but they keep coming back. It means people will view but they won't comment. I get that on Facebook a lot. It points to a higher truth about the work that needs to be done in Jamaica. The biggest problem we have in Jamaica is not corrupt politicians, miscreant police or criminal elements our biggest issue is our people and how they disregard their collective reality, most feel impotent to change anything and a vast majority don't care until them baxide left out a door. The biggest stymie to progress in the Jamaican society has always been their minds. They either think too little or don't think at all. Most cannot see past their next feeding or money. We celebrate money and material accumulations over justice and morality. We are the most narrow minded and short sighted people who want others to pave the way for us and won't ever attempt to implement change on our own. We condemn our own society. We are responsible for the corruption that we have bred by the way we socialized our children to view life on dollars and cents and not by its inherent values. 

If you want a society to decay very quickly put Jamaicans there to comprise of its majority. The people in this country condemn them own selves. They have caused injustices whether by badman or police to endure because they have conceded to stand by and do nothing about it until it darkens their doorsteps. 

Have you ever complained about some defect in the Jamaican system and some stranger or passerby opined " a so it go mi dear, things nah go get any better". They have consigned themselves to this way of life. 

My grandmother and I were at a family members wake. The police came there, strode in on a air of authority, guns pointing in faces as always, I don't know why I think the police have something against my community or for that matter my family. They often give me that impression. 

I proceeded to find out what the police wanted because I had written the permit and it was stamped by the superintendent of police. My mother and my child's father quickly became angry and pleading to me not to get involved in police business. My family members and relatives are afraid of the police since Gussy was killed by them. 

That is one of the biggest indices of problems we have in Jamaica and is that people out of fear will give away their rights. Two the average Jamaican  will not fear the badman but is now afraid of the police. Three the citizen will tolerate the bad man but will fear or challenge the police. 

A change is coming for Jamaica she should hold on. We see the judiciary system working with the Vybz Kartel

Case, we see the newspaper doing some real reporting and we see politicians like Raymond Pryce clamouring for

The legalisation of Ganja. A change Gwine come...

Comin from where am from

Comin from where am from 

" Badmind is a treacherous emotion because the very thing  the hater dislikes you for is the same commodity or convenience he wants for himself. The hater initially wished you success because he believes you will never achieve much. It's like your nieghbour who demonstrates happiness for you because you building a house, then withdraws from you because your house is now bigger than his or your car is more expensive than his. Your neighbor initially wishes you success because he believes that you will never surpass his level... He prefers your success to be beneath him. Successful but not as successful as him 

From the Article -preface 

Copyright©Crystal Evans

#coming from where am from" 

I always heard voices in my head. They often sounded like mine but more mature, sometimes inspiring,other times angry and many times profoundly deep. These voices started when I was about three years old. 

It carried me throughout my life, through the emotional torrents of my teenage years and my first initial torrential

Relationships that all but add the finishing touches to what I have evolved into today. I've learnt so much in my short existence about people. These lessons have changed my voice. 

I think it was after those relationships that my voice morphed into the one that I have now. Originally I wanted to change men and empower women now I believe I have a greater calling. 

It may seem that with every new experience in this life journey I am force to discover a new perspective on our existence. 

My route is not a straight road, it branches off into crevices and detours that I never expected. I sometimes climb mountains, traverse valleys and veer into menacing plains. 

I like music yet sometimes the music despite its  euphonious and melodious tones sounds like dissonant and cantankerous to my angry mind. 

I sometimes think my spirit is trapped in the wrong body. I hate the involuntary nature of my body to change without my consent. I often feel powerless to stop it. 

I write to become characters that I am not. I write to explore feelings that are apart of my personality. I explore the ghetto girl in me and the intellect that is in constant conflict with the offsprings of my socialization process. It's like a battle between environmental influences and my intellectuality. This war has been going on since high school when what I learnt at school was in direct conflict with the notions endorsed at home and affirmed in my community. 

I have a similar battle now. I wrestle with the part of me that is attached to my lower class upbringing and the side of me that tells me even though I was spawned from this that I don't belong here. 

I sometimes wonder if the Ghetto was always like this and in my teenage oblivion I failed to see the world for what it is. This type of world will break a child's dream. 

There is little depth or circumference. Where I am. Philosophies are formed from afar view of the horizon and opinions are ruled in as facts. Feelings govern utterances and ideologies. 

Where I am from

badmind will

Kill you faster than any other social element. People choose your battles for you and you create enemies without knowing it. Your neighbors wish you success only because they believe that you will never reach their level. If you reach that and surpass then then your neighborly friends becomes your Enemy and that is why bad mind is the most treacherous emotion in the Ghetto. Bad-mind people hate you for the very things that they want for themselves . They believe your success is an indictment of their inadequacies and inferiority. They don't bother to think that you must have worked hard and made sacrifices to get there. In the Ghetto everybody wants to rule the world but no one wants to do the work. 

Success in the Ghetto is synchronic with impending policial run ins. After all, every new money must be accounted for. Acting wealthy without any tangible or noticeable employment is a precursor to bigger problems in the Ghetto. Everyone comes teeming out of the woodworks looking for dues.