Typical ratchet found in a typical toolbox
Typical ratchet found in a typical toolbox


“Imagine a woman that wears skinny clothes, bad looking heels & fishnet stalkings, blasts Drake or Waka off her phone, would go out of her way as to cop CD’s from these artists, has a bad hairdo, looks immensely disgusting as a human being, and would rather spend her time maintaining her looks, communicating among her folk, and being a jobless, gold-digging bum for the rest of her days, not even bothering to get herself a good shower, a paying career, and a damned effort to earn a diploma.

That, my comrades, is a prime notoriety of a ratchet.

God help us all.”

This is an interesting view that is given as part of the description of ratchet, as the urbandictionary.com describes it.

However according to hiphopallstar.com, the definition of ratchet is one that is not as explicit as the urbandictionary has given us. It is less insulting, has less big words like “disgusting” and “human. Instead it has a collection of video evidence of what can be termed as “ratchet” behavior.

The caption explains it enough I feel
The caption explains it enough I feel

In my humble and all knowing opinion, ratchet behavior is not only limited to women. It has been known to manifest itself in men as well. We see it almost everyday. The guys that wanna beat everyone in their way up, the super gangster, gang sign throwing, “I don’t give a fuck” attitude guys, are the ones that I would consider to be a little (or a lot) ratchet.



I don't need to explain this picture.... it explains itself
I don’t need to explain this picture…. it explains itself

On the women’s side there are various degrees that some consider to be ratchet. Some people consider Nikki Minaj to be ratchet, and so having a blind following of her and her music could make some people ratchet. Fighting is one that will ensure that a chick is ratchet. Worldstarhiphop.com has a lot of easily identifiable ratchet chicks scattered on their website.

I'm sorry, but the whole gold teeth thing (real of not), is VERY ratchet
I’m sorry, but the whole gold teeth thing (real of not), is VERY ratchet

Of course this behavior that I speak about is not only for black women. Oh no no no. The only difference is that through the use of the internets and the new notion that recording videos on your phones and uploading them so other people can download and comment on your lack of normalcy, it is usually easier to find women of the African American variety on show, showcasing the ratchetness. I think that ratchet behavior is entirely up to ones interpretation. Chicks drinking till they throw up, then wanna fight, then kiss everybody and wake up the next morning and think that is not embarrassing what they did, that’s ratchet.


Am not sure what to say....

Am not sure what to say….

I know there is enough fishnet above to capture a whale and a few sharks. Its frightening, I know.

This was MOST definitely ratchet
This was MOST definitely ratchet

Any behavior that u think is (as far as u are concerned) not socially acceptible especially in public, is ratchet


That Awkward Moment you unfriend someone on the BookFace



I am sure it has happened to all of you at least once in your lives. You are like me and a few other people. Once a year you HAVE to cull some people from your BookFace friends list. Really, who knows 458 people? Anyway you happen to delete someone who maybe lives in your city, someone who’s number you have but you haven’t in donkeys years. In fact its been so long since you saw them and spoke to them face to face you are not even sure that they still live in the same city/town.

With one click, you have reduced your friend list down to 457. Ah you feel so much better. It was a long time coming. You had to reduce the numbers (eventhough it was only by 1) and you feel relieved, at peace, cleansed. Not there was nothing wrong with this particular person. Unfortunately when you loaded the mouse, and the crosshairs hovered over that person’s face and the BookFace told you more about that person, you ended them (on BookFace).


Lo and behold a few days later you are out in the supermarket or at a pub/bar/library/random park bench/mutual friend birthday party and there is that moment that you lock eyes with said culled individual. In your head you think that its going to be a totally harmless “hello! How are you” with a big smiley at the end of it. Instead you are confronted with an awkward conversation that I am sure approximately 74.32% of the worlds population has experienced once (if they are lucky) if not twice in their lives. The dreaded question: “Why did you delete me on the BookFace?”




I find it to be such a weird question. Its the BookFace. Do we all want to stalk other people so much that we feel offended if someone does delete us from the BookFace? We don’t. But there is that weird feeling like you have done something wrong, but you haven’t!

Its so odd how Mark Zuckerburg (or however you spell the dudes name) has some how taken over. Think about it….



Its been SO long since I last posted that I don’t even have an interesting pearl of wisdom to shine up and drop on your laps. It’s actually quite disturbing because I almost feel like I have started to run out of banter to punish some of you with. I fell out of the habit of taking notes on my phone of various conversations and then turning them into a claimed epiphany on my blog. So instead I am going to talk about the tab that I recently liberated from my mum.

She was given a Samsung tab by my dad recently… well more like two months ago. It hadn’t seen the light of day till two weeks ago, upon which it took a whole night to charge as it had never fully experienced what charging was like since it was given to my mum. Don’t get me wrong, my mum tries to keep up with the internets. She has a touch screen phone (which she barely uses) and still has an email account with Hotmail. 

I have never seen the point of having a tab, and have in fact argued that they are ungainly, not always a nice sight, they are unpractical, essentially they are a bigger version of my phone, taking phone calls on them just looks stupid, and they are not really made for movie watching because of the difficulty that you experience trying to hold/balance the damn things.

But I like to watch vines, and I have been looking to play some chess as well so I downloaded those two apps. Then I downloaded my bookface onto the tab… then I suddenly put on a pattern lock. At that point, I realised that I had liberated it from my mum. I don’t take it to work with me because I know I will get distracted. But goodness me, when I want to internets, play my current addiction (Clash of Clans. Check the app store/play store) I can play it on a nice sized screen that doesn’t make me blind, the music player is ok, and it seems to have a lot of sound, and it’s not tiresome to carry around in all honest.

So I think I may have fallen for a tab. After years and years of not being sure where it fits in with all my other little toys, it has founds its place between my phone and my laptop!