- Does Inspiration Authorize Duplication?
- "Mean Girls and Guys?"
- Is Envy Really the Number One Cause Of Dispute?
“Who’s on top now?” A phrase representative of ones unknown opponents quest to level up. However, most people who don’t naturally feel a sense of unquivering confidence typically bite off more than they can chew when they wage these types of wars. Often times with strangers, people they’ve never met, what begins as a cross of paths, leads to a subtle infatuation, then sporadic stalking, and of course duplication is not far behind, and then the envy. But is that where it stops— not today!
Ask Kim Kardashian what it takes to mentally accept how many other women actually hate her! The reality star shared with E! News in 2013 how scary some of the comments she receives on a single post:
“It’s weird because you don’t even know the person, or go to the person, they come to you, they keep up with you, they follow you, knowing how it’s making them feel, but they don’t stop, they lash out at you.”
Hip-hop Icon Lil Wayne knows a thing or two about being nearly killed in 2014 because of his unrelenting reign as “The Best Rapper Alive.” His most beloved friend, manager and label owner, who had first discovered the rapper, whom he kissed on the mouth in 2009 and loved as a father, is allegedly being investigated as being behind the 2014 shooting of Wayne’s tour bus after a concert, and most recently was found guilty of stealing some serious millions from the rapper. To date, Wayne is no longer affiliated with most of his crew.
Who’s the Real Slim Shady? The only one we know. But you couldn’t tell Machine Gun Kelly that a few years ago, as he attempted to target the extraordinary lyricist, which quickly fizzed out as the support of the entire hip-hop community blanketed Eminem with support, easily putting Kelly in his place. But even Em shared what it was like growing up in Michigan with the talent he had, that was largely seen in African American culture:
“It was definitely rough, a lot of sisters liked me and a lot of black men didn’t really care for that, or my rap game, it was pretty rough.. ”
This UK God put tatted men on the map when he was first published in the UK. Men all over the world ran out and got tatted up. He even took the tatted man model to a whole different level when he appeared with the likes of Irina Shayk, one of the world’s most glamorous models. Stephen James has set the runway on fire most of his career, modeling in some of the most reknowned shows in the world. But what was it like for Hendry:
“Downright dangerous at times, I was giving birth to something that was frowned upon before, I’ve definitely been concerned for my safety a time or two…”
What does it take to reach a sense of inferior? Or to cause people around you to crave your likeness, to imagine your successes, or to want to stop them? In the 1985 slaying of Michelle Missy Avila, this was a classic case of envy moving beyond and turning deadly.
The young girl’s two best friends actually tricked her into the woods, beat and drowned her to death, even cutting her hair with scissors. Later one of them actually moved into her home and closely befriended her mother before being arrested and convicted.
Or the 1993 murder of attractive teenager Bobby Kent. Kent’s best friend Marty Puccio and Puccio’s girlfriend, and Kent’s ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend all tricked Bobby into the woods and collectively took part in his murder. All because they claimed he was a jock, yet the group was considered best friends.
What causes this? what triggers this severe lapse in self-esteem, this anger, this desire to intervene in someone’s course of their life?
Dr. Maya Angelou could not have told it better, when she released her poem, which she later released as a book, entitled, “Still I Rise“:
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
Just remember, no matter what you do or think you’re doing, that person will always be who they are, whether they are beaten up, lied on, spat on, or killed. Still they will rise.