Brothers seem quick to hug shit out these days. Whether it’s LeBron, Young Thug, Birdman or Michael B. Jordan- physical affection among young black men is on the rise. That’s not a bad thing. There has been a longstanding stigma associated with masculinity and affection especially when black men are involved.
We have all heard it. Men don’t cry. Men don’t show emotions and men, certainly, don’t allow other men to get close to them. I guess congratulations are in order. Brothers are getting a clue. After watching black women celebrate, love and comfort one another, black men have decided to get on the black love bus.
“Well alright, you squares!
Younger generations seem to be a little more progressive with the likes of Young Thug and Rae Smurf, Smurder, Smyrna… whatever (I’m old and that negro has waaaaaaaaay too many letters in his damn name). They’re no holds barred with their “Bae” declarations to their homies. Selfies are abundant. Grand statements are being presented on magazine covers and all of that is awesome.
No. Really, it is. All bullshit aside.
*scratching my head and blinking incessantly* Sooooooooo….yeah all that’s fine and dandy but errrr uuuum…These young brothers must have missed the memo on loving sisters in the same way.
Of course, I’m not talking back pats and head slaps. I’m speaking, specifically, to the tenderness, loyalty and reverence that a bro code warrants for another brother. Can we get some of that? Black women aren’t begging for it. We’re asking for the same understanding and patience, that you so easily give to your homeboys, to be applied to the sisters that support and love you.
Will you rise up the challenge?