Friday, December 30, 2011

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Is Having My House Referred To As, "Bro Palace Empire" A Good Or Bad Thing?

^shout out to the third Google image result for the search "bro palace empire". Exactly how I pictured it.

Clearly this is a backhanded insult meant to attack the “bro” (aka young adult that hasn’t realized they’re out of college yet) lifestyle. But anytime you refer to anything related to me with the words “palace” or “empire”, I get all tingly inside and think I’m more legit than I am. Every time I go home now I feel like fucking Mufasa touching down on his kingdom. Looking at my kitchen like the Serengeti and my bathroom like the elephant graveyard that I tell my hypothetical lion child never to go to.

Personally, I’ve always connected the term “bro” to frat superstars, but that word has taken on a bit of a transformation over the year. The second half of this 2011 brought about the creation of “bruh”, the blacker, potentially more meaningful version of the word. No matter how you look at it these days, “bro/bruh” means your partner in crime, whether it be: chillin’, drinkin’, schemin’, video gamin’, fightin’, or anything else fun. As much as I hate the overuse of the word and the connotations that surround it, I support it whole heartedly.

Yes we have beer cans, whiskey, condiments, expired milk, a spatula, and clearly old 85% fat-free angus beef in our fridge. Sure our bathrooms have started to develop hazardous, impossible to clean film. Maybe our rooms aren’t filled with ironic framed pictures, plants, or matching bed dresses. But you know what? It’s who we are and to be happy, you have to own who you are.

I don’t know how to grocery shop, interior decorate, or use anything in the bathroom besides Scrubbing Bubbles, so there’s no point trying to learn now. #IMSINGLE #LADIES?

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