Not Falling For The Hype

Why is it that certain folks feel the need to exaggerate when they brag about; how good of a lover they are, how much money they have, or how much sway they have with other people? Personally, I have never felt confident enough about myself to boast about much of anything. It’s not just the regular average Joes who do it. The media and the entertainment industries spend billions of dollars trying to get people to buy into the facade.

I was up in the early hours of the morning, flipping through the channels on TV. I stopped on a rap video channel. I have no idea who the rapper was or what he was rapping about, (nor do I care to) but, I noticed the style of his video. He was a rather large and fairly unattractive fellow. He had the nerve to be sitting on the beach with his shirt off. I was turned off by his obese grizzly looking features. I could do nothing but laugh when this bikini clad model chick came up a draped herself on top of him. I turned the channel.

I flipped through the cable channels on a full rotation and somehow came back to that same channel. Ironically, there was a new video with the same heavy weight unsightly man in it. This time he was driving an expensive sports car and had another model bimbo on the passenger side. He was sure to flash his bling to spice things up some more. They got out of the car and while he stood in a solid profile, once again his lady friend draped herself all over him…and the car.

Somehow the audience is supposed to believe that this man is so cool and he can have a romantic relationship with any pretty girl of his choice. The reality is that he would definitely have to buy a female like her. She was fake from head to toe. All weaved out, eyelashes, boobs, nails, and lord knows what else. The sad thing is that she was really nothing more than an accessory like; the car and the jewels.

The next video had two different rap guys in it but, the premise was still basically the same. They live in a tricked out mansion and had several beautiful female servants to wait on them hand and foot. The guys were not ugly but, they weren’t Denzel either. Yet these beautiful young women had nothing better to do with their day than throw themselves at whim of these rappers.

In the real world not too many people live that fantasy. Not everyone promotes such an extravagant false impression. I suppose the simpler the lie is, the less they’d have to cover their tracks when they fall short. I try my best to steer clear of calling people out for their short comings. It isn’t always easy though.

Perhaps false bravado is really a form of reversed psychology. Maybe if you tell yourself (and others) that you are this and you can do that, it will somehow be true. Or maybe not.