Nancy Drew & the Curious Case of the Hard R
Some people just make you whip your head around in a double take. Some say words or phrases that make you physically unwell.
This Caucasian female did both.
Last month ago we had a woman keep coming outside to make some calls. Mind you, it was 20 degrees outside, and she was wearing standard bar girl attire — ripped jeans and short sleeved blouse.
She kept moving to the far corner or the railing to take these calls, and some were stressing her out. And that’s when she ended the call with “I’m done. Bye N****R!”
I was the one to whip my head back, as were a myriad of others outside, mostly employees, one of which looked like he’d been shot in the chest.
You ever hear a word that makes you feel dirty even though you didn’t say it?
Now, I’ve heard the N-word many times before. Man, many times. Frankly, by too many people, probably. Everyone has their own “rules” for who can say it. And let me tell you, this VERY Caucasian woman DID NOT have the agency to come even close to saying it.
She tried to walk it back by saying, “I know I should have said -ahh.”
No. We’re not letting you Randy Marsh your way out of this.
We all heard the intent, and it was clearly something you’ve said before. But now is where the background story gets interesting. This was her fourth call of the night to the same guy. According to Nancy Drew, she received two death threats from the same guy, so naturally she decided to call him back four times, instead of…literally anything else.
She told her friend that she “has to change her phone number now,” even though she later admitted she was calling on Snapchat.
The App.
The app that you can block people on or just delete* entirely without having to change your phone number.
Using a floundering social media app to fix your clearly dysfunctional relationship is one thing, using a racial slur is a whole other issue. Nancy Drew then said she had proof of the death threats, again, saved as snaps and not an actual voicemail.
The Hardy Boy on the other end, let’s call him …. oh…Tanner. Why? Because HE WAS ALSO VERY CAUCASIAN.
Tanner, in Nancy’s saved voice snap, was indeed threatening to harm her, and her world, and her car. Wow, I thought to myself, this guy has a lot of problems.
And then he started beat boxing.
I had to double check Nancy’s phone screen to make sure she hadn’t pulled up SoundCloud by mistake.
After hearing Tanner’s murder bars, and the admission he was white and this woman would not block him on Snapchat, I threw my hands up and turned away from the situation. I could feel a mix tape drop coming and that’s no way to spend a Saturday night.
*She wasn’t deleting Snapchat because she gave her info to another guy at the bar she was trying to hook up with later. They both seemed interested. After swapping snap codes, a friend of the guy’s asked him, “you really going to hit that?” To which his reply was, “I like ‘em big.”
“And racist,” I said.
He was unfazed.
