The Line

The Line

Labels: Relationships / Tyler Perry

This past weekend was a test for fellas in new relationships. The tests for most probably began Thursday afternoon and ended somewhere after Easter dinner, and many of you failed miserbly! The test came in the form of a phone call, text, e-mail, on your Facebook wall or an old-fashion face-to-face conversation, it went a little something like this, "Why Did I Get Married Too?" comes out tomorrow, do you want to go?

In the back of your mind, you heard "dundundundun", because it was decision time. Understand ladies, men want to see Tyler Perry movies about as much as we like to get our Prostate examined, but it's one of those things you may need to do for your long-term health. For guys in newly formed relationships, it's a debate because you really don't want to go, but you don't want to let her down either. The internal struggle begins and you do everything you can to make a logical decision, you pray, talk to your boys, make excuses, do it all, to find a way of telling her no and keeping the relationship in tact. What to do, what to do?

This is the perfect opportunity for you to draw a line in the sand and let her know what you're willing to take and what you have no tolerance for. Tyler Perry's film should definitely stay on the veto list. If you give in and decide to take her, you have said yes to every emasculating idea she can come up with, being the purse holder while she tries on fifty dresses two sizes too small, going to baby showers, hosting book club meetings while Kobe and LeBron are playing and the most heinous of them all, going to see Chrisette Michelle. Fellas, you have to think a little faster, your answer should've went like this, "You know ticket prices went up last week, how about I run down to the barbershop, grab a copy, cook you dinner and we watch it without all those Niggas talking through the film?"

Most of you ladies are able to guilt your man into taking you by dangling the carrot of withholding sex to get him to the theatre, that's that reverse rape (read) thing you guys do. It works, I know, I've seen the aftermath of a neutered man, so sad. You force him to sit through 100 minutes of Black man-bashing and made him pay $50 for it! Just be lucky that you have that sucker-for-love as a man and not me, because I would've looked at you like you disrespected my mother for even suggesting that I go see that crap!