“BOUJEE” THINGS & CRAZY BRAINS
- jalacopean
- 2 days ago
- 3 min read
“BOUJEE” THINGS & CRAZY BRAINS
What even is Boujee? I really had to ask myself that question. Because I like to use that term. Categorize people, places and things as Boujee. What do I really mean by that? The problem is I don’t even really know myself what I mean by that. I use it all the time. And yet I don’t know what is its meaning? How crazy is that. How crazy is my brain to use the term that I don’t even know its meaning.
So I decided, at long last, to look it up. And here’s what Webster’s dictionary says:
Boujee, also spelled bougie, is a way of describing something or someone as fancy, luxurious, or high class. Depending on context, boujee can be complimentary or disparaging
Interesting. Because at the very end. It states that the term could be used complementary or disparaging. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever used it in a complementary fashion. I’ve always used it to be disparaging.
So doesn’t that make it judgmental?
So I’m being judgmental about something I don’t even know what I mean. I have kind of an idea of what I mean when I say somebody is bougie. But could I truly define it. And with that is the person I’m describing as bougie always boujee? Or just boujee sometimes? Or maybe just look like they’re boujee. Because the problem is do I really even know them?
Now this has become a real dilemma. All I was doing was walking by a place that I think of as being bougie. And now I’ve come to the realization that I’m just judgmental. And judgmental in a way that so frivolous and superficial and I don’t even know what I’m judging. Or what I mean by said judgment. Wow, this is really has become an implication against my own character. And I’m the one that implicated myself; like I said at the start, what a crazy brain we have.
I guess this is what happens when our brain is let loose. However, I think the problem is, my brain is always let loose.
And so I’m walking through the farmers market. Full of people in Peter Millar shirts, shorts with belts on the beach and fancy little penny loafers. Yoga pants and sling purses. Is this bougie? I guess I depends upon the attitude right? I don’t even know.
All I know is these people will pay a lot more for something here in this place than they would anywhere else. Or is that true? I don’t really know. I guess I want to think that. The problem is it’s the same for me. Does that make me boujee? Oh, this crazy brain.
Rosemary sidewalks, seaside gazebos, beaches named after girls who spelled her name wrong. Or do they? I don’t even know anymore. My brain is so crazy. Why do I label it? Why do I judge? Why does it matter? Aren’t we all just the same?
So does a place make you a thing? Does a shirt or a dress make you a thing? Does a look on your face make you a thing? Does the position or coordinates on the map make you a thing? How could it? I don’t know anymore. Why did I even think about boujee in the first place. My crazy brain!!
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