20 10 / 2010
Soul-Searching Songbird
Dear Emily,
What would Aretha do?
Sincerely,
Soul-Searching Songbird
Dear Soul-Searching Songbird,
I’ll tell you what Aretha wouldn’t do: she wouldn’t take shit from a man. She’d put him in his place. In song. Like every do-right woman would. You got a dude? He like to get stupid with his friends and prove his manhood by dipping his pickle in the swine brine of cheap-looking floozies because he’s a do-wrong man afraid of his feelings for a babe like you? Aretha would tell him he can either take a hike, or use the small brain God gave him and think.
Then she’d fix up her ‘do, apply some fresh lipstick and head back to the kitchen to make me the meanest fried chicken I’ve ever eaten.
Get cooking, babygirl. I’ll be over at eight.
R-E-S-P-Emily-Chicken-Time!
Emily
