I'm a True Crime buff. I love reading about or watching re-creations of murder cases that dedicated detectives and dogged police work eventually solve. I tune into all of the TV staples on this subject: DATELINE, 20/20, 48 hours, Discovery ID, and last but not least, "Fatal Attraction", which is a black series that I watch on a regular basis. Like Maury's show, Fatal Attraction gives you a snap shot of the life styles of the black Section 8 sub culture or, in these cases, the death styles. The story lines on this show are very predictable because they all follow the same pattern. For all the black sistas out there, there are valuable lessons to be gained from watching this show.
(1) if you are a vivacious, attractive, goal-oriented student whose smile lights up the room, beware of hunks with athletic scholarships in their future. When you fall for one and a week later you find yourself pregnant, forget about having the baby and graduating in an oversized cap and gown. Never mind that Big Mama and Motha Deah, are OK with the idea, and you've found an after school job to help pay for baby clothes. When your speedy running back boyfriend prefers that you bring an end to these plans, do it. Or you will be murdered. Either by him or his cousin who knows somebody who has a gun. Your body will be found in a deserted area and his other more vivacious, more attractive, more ambitious girlfriend will tell cops he was with her during the time the coroner says your murder occurred. Yes, the law may catch up with him on the campus where he's tearing up the grid iron, but it will be too late. You will be dead.
(2) If you are a bright, vivacious, attractive twenty-something with plans to attend your community college to get a nursing assistant degree, and you meet this cool guy whose erection builds you up and a week later you are pregnant and, over the objections of your lover, you have the baby, beware! Don't find another guy and get on with your life, or your baby daddy will kill you. Never mind, that he has a wife and 3 kids. You his woman and no bitch walks away from him.
(3)Or, - if you are a bright, vivacious, career woman who exudes confidence and you finally meet and marry Mr. Right, but 5 years later you're paying all the expenses for his extravagant lifestyle, don't tell him you've changed the beneficiary on that 6-figure insurance policy. He will try and kill you to collect on it but beat him to the draw. Slowly poison him with massive doses of Murine eyedrops, and cremate his ass.
I don't like to be a killjoy. But, I'm just sayin...