complex simplicity

what do you do with someone that can refer to a woman as a "bitch" or "hoe" just as easily as he can slide the ankh around his neck in the morning?

and when this same person, excited to put you onto all the Tribe & Mos & Kweli songs you somehow missed, loads you up with a healthy helping of T-Pain?

or who says, "you need to listen to this song, but do it when you're alone. it's the kinda song that makes you wanna go to the Career Center."
you press play and you hear:
I want the money,
money and the cars,
cars and the clothes
the hoes, I suppose.

yep, def Career Center music.

and then when you're at the beginning of a 6-hour road trip back to school, and he's a man so he doesn't take directions, especially not from a woman who has them clearly in front of her, and so you get lost in KKK country, with only daylight and God to save you...what do you do?

well, you love him, of course.