So, my friend and I were talking the other day about relationships. We were talking about the stuff that can be a turn off in a relationship. She was saying how she doesn’t like a dude who constantly lies and how that is her number one pet peeve: dishonesty. I said that I didn’t like girl who was either stuck up or ratchet.

Before I could finish, she then said, “Well everyone has a little ratchetness in them. Some people just can control their ratchetness better than others." Now, I wanted to say, “Girl what the hell are you talking about?” But as I really sat down and thought about it, I realized that she might have been on to something.

Now, before I really get into it, let’s start off with the meaning of ratchetness. I know everyone has their own definition of what it means, but I always thought ratchetness meant someone who was loud or ignorant for no reason. You know the people I’m talking about. Those people who try and make a scene in McDonalds because the cashier gave them the wrong order. I mean, come on, I know you wanted a McChicken sandwich, but damn.

Anyway, the reason why I couldn’t deal with ratchet chicks was because well…I never had the patience for them. I can’t speak for anyone else, but the ratchet chicks I dealt with always came with drama. I’m more of a laid back person, so when I see drama I try my best to deal with it. But my home girl pointed out that a little ratchetness is in everyone. Then I came to the conclusion she may have had a point.

As I got older, I started to look at being ratchet as a time or place thing. For example, if you’re going out to the club to party with your friends, it’s okay to get ratchet. Or if someone you don’t like keeps messing with you and you see no other way out of that confrontation, it's okay to get ratchet. Hell, the way I see it, sometimes you have no choice but to get ratchet on rude people. Look at it this way, ratchetness is like a lifeline in “Who wants to be a Millionaire.” You only use it when it's absolutely necessary. If someone on the street bumps in to me and gets disrespectful, you best believe I’m whooping their ass like they stole something. Believe that.

So I guess you can say it’s funny that something that used to be my pet peeve is now something I don’t mind that much. All from the perspective of my friend. So, I guess the moral of the story here is that it’s okay to be ratchet. You just have to know the time and place, that’s all. But I’m not telling you to go to a restaurant right now and start twerking on a table. Peace.