There is an ongoing half-joke about "white people ruining" certain slang words. From "bling bling" to "basic." From "on fleek" to "f**kboy." From "yass" to "ain't nobody got time for that." The "mainstream" appropriation, and subsequent overuse, of black slang is as predictable as the tides.
Some women partner up with people who may not be "Mr. Right" but rather "Mr. Right Now." Not a long-term endeavor, these men serve as the ideal way to while away the winter. And that's usually about how long these relationships last.
Not only did I not de-man cave my honey's house, I embraced it. I didn't just incorporate the skulls and the antlers and the rifles and yes, even the shockingly long walrus penis bone my almost-husband has displayed in the master bath into my decorating endeavors, I highlighted them.
What I have not accepted is that not only do I not look the "look," I no longer talk the "talk." I am an outsider, a foreigner who does not understand or use the language of the young, hip and beautiful.