By those who've been around me socially or know me fairly well, when described, quickly I've been dropped into the category of moderately "boogie". Now, to my White friends, in the Black community, "boogie" is short for bourgesie. And we all know what that's supposed to mean, the creme de la crème, the upper crust, the best part. For some, this label is a compliment, celebrated even. For others not so much; it's another way of saying 'you're a snob who really doesn't have a pot to pee in or a window to throw it of.
I don't believe I'm "boogie". I like what I like. I don't take offense to the term, nor do I celebrate it. It just is what it is. I give this lesson to demonstrate how I've learned the valuable lesson of taking sweet care, not to judge. And it was a fork that continues to teach me this lesson.
