They say endless unsolicited ridicule and unprompted shade on a popular blog is the sincerest form of flattery. Who exactly is “they,” and when did “they” say that? Don’t worry. Doesn’t matter. What does matter is that “they” said it, and that “they” perfectly encapsulates my feelings about the women of Delta Sigma Theta.
Those familiar with VSB know that I enjoy taking potshots at Deltas. Sometimes it’ll be silly. Sometimes it’ll be about sex. Sometimes it’ll be about standards. Sometimes it’ll even be about the elephant in the room. Which, for Deltas, is often literally a dozen elephants in every room.
And each time it occurs, a very sad Delta will comment; fighting back tears and elephant hair while wondering what I have against her sisters. “Why do you hate us so?” she’ll type on her iPad, pausing for 30 seconds after each sentence just so she can admire her Babar and the Adventures of Badou screensaver. “What did the women of this magnificently brilliant and gloriously sublime sisterhood ever do to you?”
Sometimes I’ll reply with snark. Sometimes I won’t reply at all. But never do I reply with the actual truth: “Everything.”
Perhaps it’s just coincidence. Maybe it’s providence. Who knows? I do know, though, that Delta women have played a very instrumental role in my adult life. In fact, if I were to list the 10 or so women outside of my family who’ve made the biggest positive impact on me, (at least) four or five would be Deltas.
The shade started a few years ago as a subtle shout-out, a wink to the Delta women I knew who were fans of VSB. And, although the jokes would, um, “evolve,” the intent remained the same.
Why snark and shade instead of just a shout-out? Well, I’ve always admired people who can laugh at themselves. In fact, when it comes to friendships, I just don’t have much use in my life for people who can’t. And, one of the reasons why I value the relationships with these Deltas so much is that the ones I know all seem to possess that quality. The nature of the shout-outs are just an acknowledgement of that fact.
Perhaps that — the Delta women I know all seem to be able to laugh at themselves — is also a coincidence. I doubt it, though. Anyone who’d adopt an elephant as their icon obviously doesn’t take themselves too seriously.
Anyway, today seems to be some sort of anniversary or something for them. They apparently are very happy about this. Who exactly is “they,” you ask? Well, they have been called many things on this blog. But beneath all of that, one thing remains true. “They” are “my friends.”
—Damon Young (aka “The Champ”)