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Mi tell dem man is not an issue cause mi pum pum tun up
Head ah mash up, because mi pum pum tun up
A yah so good, so him nuh miss you cause mi pum pum tun up
Pum pum tun up, mi sah mi pum pum tun up
After four days in the apartment, I went downtown today for the first time to organize my cĂ©dula extranjerĂa or ID
card, for you non-Spanish speakers. It was a long process that involved walking around, taking
photos, getting fingerprinted, and talking with the guy who was in
charge of the whole process about what Trinidad and Tobago had to offer. Amidst
all the black ink, flying spittle, and walking around, I had the opportunity
to do what I do best, that is, maco.
What particularly stood out to me was the way in which the majority of women
tend to dress in Neiva. Some looked as though they were going clubbing on a
Monday, while others seemed to be advertising to men everywhere that the pum pum tun up.
Imagine in a big, government office, a female
employee dressed in a leopard-print jumpsuit with cut out shoulders, and white
wedged heels with matching leopard scrunchie and earrings. Meanwhile, her
colleague is wearing a pencil pants, a lingerie-esque top with a lace back, and
six inch purple and red pumps, taking photos with the cleaning lady who she
happens to know from school. The trend continued throughout the city, as the
majority of young, "professional" women appeared ready for a long night of
dancing, or dinner with an oil rich, old man. These women came across as very
inappropriate and unprofessional in my humblest of opinions. I mean, I cannot
begin to take you seriously if your big breasts are in my face, especially if they are being held down by leopard cloth. How tacky!
Then, there were the “Delilahs” and “Silvias”
who looked downright loose in their tight jeans, spaghetti strap tops, pum pum shorts
or short skirts, straddling motorcycles and scooters. I suppose that for the
normal, red blooded, tusty male- the
sight of so many scantily clad women, riding motorcycles is a turn on, no
matter how big their bellies are or how black between their legs are or how
sweaty/ dusty they look! To me, they come across as being very easy, lacking class and
self-respect. I mean, they leave nothing to the imagination! Maybe, I´m a
prude, or really old fashioned?
Overall, this may all be cultural and I´m going
to have to get accustomed. It´s not like Trinidad is
lacking its share of inappropriately, sluttily dressed young ladies. Just
visit some Ministry offices on South Quay, or spend an hour in City
Gate. Better yet, go to UWI! You´ll see it all!
Until the next post… Chao!
