Once upon a time (or maybe a couple of weeks ago) I said I didn’t pay much attention to Mr Brown’s antics. I swear, I wasn’t lying. But it’s kinda hard not to notice when he’s acting like an entitled arsewipe… So, it came as little surprise to hear of Chris Brown almost getting into a fight over a group of women in a nightclub.
Chris Brown’s famous temper flared up again before the Billboard Music Awards when he angrily confronted a stranger over a group of girls in a top Vegas club.
According to witnesses, Brown spent more than two hours Saturday night at Haze at Aria charming a group of young women and buying multiple bottles of Champagne.
But one witness said, “Brown got visibly upset when the girls moved on to the next table. Brown approached the guys in the group [at the next table] and started getting visibly agitated. Brown stood up, and looked like he was about to start a fight when club security stopped him.”
(There’s more on the story here: http://www.nypost.com/p/pagesix/brown_turns_testy_in_vegas_p61QKFFhxElyFFVAkFufXL)
Yeah. I’m not kidding. I’m really not.
I’ve actually secretly prayed that Brown may nip his arsewipery in the bud, take a nice long look in the mirror, read a copy of Lundy Green’s “Why Does He Do That”, and, for the sake of womankind, move to an uninhabited island. But after 3 years, I’ve lost all hope of that happening.
Here’s the thing. Men, you don’t “own” women. We’re not your possessions. Unfortunately, the patriarchy tells men everywhere that if a woman so much as breathes in the same bar as you, you have to buy her a drink. If she declines, keep pressing the fucking issue, even if she’s shown no interest whatsoever. So, just out of manners, social conditioning, fear that she’ll never get rid of you otherwise, she accepts. And I’ve seen it time and time before; I spent long enough working in bars and clubs to see this in action; men everywhere have come to the conclusion that every time they buy a woman a drink, they’ll have her in bed by the end of the night. Isn’t rape culture great, eh? You think I’m exaggerating, right? Bad news; the bar staff of your local pub usually hear what you’re saying about the opposite sex; usually, if you’re talking about women, it’s not too pretty. But it doesn’t matter if you buy a woman one drink, or spend the whole evening buying her drinks. You don’t own her. Nor does she owe you a kiss, a seedy grope, nor does she have to come back to yours; y’know… she doesn’t have to repay you in kind for the drinks you buy her. If you think she does, then, really… you’re a bit of an entitled arse. And yes, that still applies if you’re Chris Brown. Got it? Good.
Now, who wants a drink?