Do you suffer from “Nice Guy” Syndrome?

Your suspicion that you have a “Nice Guy” problem just may be right. So let’s cut to the chase and get clear on exactly what we’re talking about here.

“Nice Guy” is a term used by women to describe a guy who is thoughtful, sensitive, attentive, and considerate, and is therefore disqualified as a potential mate. Now besides being told by a woman that you’re a Nice Guy (which is the kiss of death), how can you tell if you have the dreaded curse?

You are suffering from The Nice Guy Syndrome if:

# Your bill at the florist last year was more than your monthly house payment.

# Women often tell you that, “You are such a good listener.”

# When you arrive to pick up your date at her place, her cat isn’t even threatened by you.

# You didn’t go to a concert that you had tickets for because your female friend needed your help moving her furniture out of her abusive boyfriend’s apartment. (You do things for women that you’d really rather not do, but you pretend that you do not mind so that they will like you more.)

# You are more comfortable hanging out with women than men and you have few male friends.

# Your biggest thrill in the last few months came after you spent an entire Saturday fixing your foxy neighbor’s broken toilet and she said, “You are so sweet!”

# You avoid conflict with your girlfriend at all costs.

# Saying “No” to your girlfriend never enters your mind.

# It is difficult for you to put your own needs first. You think that if you do, you are being selfish.

# You consider yourself more sensitive and evolved than other men.

# The last time you got past second base was three Fourth of July’s ago at the neighborhood softball game.

# You pride yourself on not being like the other men who “only have one thing on their minds.” (You happen to have the same thing on your mind, but you hide it from women — and yourself.)

# You always ask for a woman’s permission before you try to kiss her on the cheek.

# Your emotional well-being is dependent on your girlfriend’s happiness. You are happy only when she is happy.

Does any of this sound familiar?

Time to give up the mic

Mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2...

I was talking to my nephew the other day and he said something profound. Black leadership is kicking a wack ass freestyle and they need to get off the mic and let somebody else kick a flow and rock the crowd.

ALL OF THEM.

These negroes have collectively hogged the mic, kicking the same ol’ tired flow over the same ol’ tired beat for 20 years. Is it no wonder the crowd has lost its energy, momentum, vigor and passion? They have a sea of apathy in front of them yet they continue to hog the mic. People are falling asleep and they still hog the mic. People are walking out of the club and they still hog the mic. When is somebody gonna do a KRS-ONE, bum rush the stage, beat them down, take the mic, and rock the crowd into a frenzy?

If you are saying to yourself, “I wonder if he is talking about ______,” or “I know he can’t be talking about ________,” the answer to both is, “Yes, I’m talking about him/her,” and “You’re damn right. I’m especially talking about him/her”

ALL OF THEM.

Like Antwon Fisher said, “It’s my time now.”

At some point, you have to let your children take the baton and run with the globe. If you fear they don’t have what it takes to do it, then blame yourself for not instilling in them the tools it takes and not them for their incompetency. Who knows? Maybe experience and responsibility will make them step up to the plate and teach them in ways the parents never could’ve been able to. Our collective brain child needs to be given the baton and allowed to run. If they drop it or burn the house down to the ground, at least it can be said they were given the opportunity to do so.

As I digress from the Hip Hop metaphor for black leaders, it makes me think of Hip Hop as well. Rakim, KRS-ONE, Big Daddy Kane, LL Cool J, Kool G Rap, etc, etc, etc, ad infinitum, have done their job. Their place in the history of Hip Hop is solidified. If they never have another #1 single again it will not take away from their impact and influence on the game. It is a damn disgrace when we are looking for pioneers who paved the way to save Hip Hop. People should’ve learned from them and took the principles behind what they did, took the baton and ran with it. One thing I will say about those Hip Hop Pioneers, most if not all of them at least had the common sense to gracefully bow out and acknowledge their time had passed. Yes, they still make records to express themselves but the time for being that “HOT EMCEE” is over. Thank God. They been there and done that already. They are legends and should enjoy legend status as the new generation runs with the globe and handles current business. It ain’t there fault if they drop the baton, but unlike Black Leadership, at least they gave it to them.

HTP & Black Power!

Holip

I’m snuffin you in the concentration camp

That’s right.

If after trying to enlighten my people and discussing topics of relevance and raising issues (that are going to effect not only people residing in America and across the globe but black people specifically) we end up in a concentration camp when they declare marshal law, make a police state official, and embed the populace with verichip…if I hear a nigga even look like he or she is about to utter the words, “what are we going to do?” or” “we gotta get together and do something!” I’m bustin’ all of your furniture down your fuckin’ throat.

If you are a preacher or a religious nigga and you want to say a prayer in the concentration camp, I will jump into the air and kick you on the side of your neck with both heels and shove the religious article of whatever faith you practice down your fuckin’ throat as you lay on the ground holding your neck in pain and your forehead from the migraine and…I’m bustin’ your furniture down your fuckin’ throat.

If you are a thug/pimp/playa/hustla/street nigga and you utter those words, I’m gonna bitch slap you worse than you did your bottom bitch and/or main hoe and…I’m bustin’ your furniture down your fuckin’ throat.

I’m personally fuckin’ up any nigga who, all of a sudden, begins to understand the concept of unity and organization IN THE FUCKIN’ CONCENTRATION CAMP!!!

Get the @#$%! outta here with that boo-sit!

So your knuckle game better be mad ill, Sun. Your knuckle game better be mad thorough. Because if you thought you were against unity while we were free, it will pale in comparison to what I do when we are captured. I will, to the best of my ability, stop each and every attempt at organization or unity I see. I will be the perpetual thorn in the side of unity & organization to every nigga in the concentration camp. I’m gonna be straight wylin’ out on the REAL.

There will be leg sweeps, triangle choke outs, rock-bottoms, pile-drivers, suplexes, ankle locks, crippler cross-faces, sharpshooters and power-bombs for all of you “unity niggas.”

NOW is the time for unity and organization, so kick that shit now and lets do this. In the concentration camp?….I’m fuckin’ you up, nigga. That’s my WORD.

You got knocked the @#$%! out, nigga!

ONE and Peace…for now.

Mr. Holipsism
a.k.a. Holip
a.k.a. The Buzz Killer