Credit goes to Professor Eve Dunbar for reminding me of this phrase's existence.
Who gonna check me, boo?
At first glance, it seems like just another saying to cop out of a fight like "Whateva, whateva!" or "Whatcha gonna do about it?" But I think there's more to it than that. Ultimately, it's something of a power-struggle along the lines of "Try me."
And I've been thinking of the fact that fairly few people actually ever 'check' or 'try' me. I find it almost funny and almost sad. It's humorous because I'm actually a sensitive person and also a pacifist. I'm not about to hit somebody, please. But I could use some criticism every now and then. Not only in an academic setting, but all of the time, criticism is essential to our growth. If no one has the tenacity to say, "Hold up, boo, I think you're getting ahead of yourself." or "Come again? I think you need a breather." how are we to acknowledge our own faults?
Passion is wonderful. I don't know how I'd live if everything were just okay. But sometimes I can be overemotional. Sometimes I can be a pain in the ass. But I don't want to be that obnoxious son of a bitch that errybody wants to kick in the face (but to whom no one says shit).
Gah. Here's hoping that my introspection in this situation is, in fact, one of my overthinkin's. Because that's my life: once my brain starts, it does not stop for nobody.
Until it does, I'm stuck. And I'm not all about Jewel and worrying about who will save my soul. That's mostly inconsequential. Nah. I'm worrying about who gonna check me! Boo.
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