Honestly, I have to say that I’m a Tina Turner fan.  Songs don’t really mean anything until you’ve got something to base them on.  Silly jingles to bob your head and wiggle your shoulders until you can say, "Wow, I feel you."  Love ballads that lead to the

reproductive cycle until you can say, "I would give it all for him/her if I only had that chance.  That one night..."  Gangsta lyrics that you can’t really identify with because you rarely know someone that lives that life without being incarcerated.  That is until you’ve been driven to a certain extreme that make you want to "Whoop that trick".  We all have bottled emotions be it male or female, we all feel something.  Music is nothing but suggestive rhythm designed as a means to escape those impulses that drive us.  Life is full of circumstance and compromise that we realize that we all move to our own certain ballad.  We move to our own rhythmic strides finding those definitive lyrics that are "us". 

                Now back to Tina Turner.  I couldn’t tell you who wrote the song.  I can’t say who played the instruments.  Or who even arranged the composition.  But I do know the voice that brought it all to life.  Now I find myself questioning, "What’s Love got to do with it?"  What’s it got to do with anything?  What is the clear definition?  I thought love was the ballad that drives all.  But ladies, you tell me.  I have to direct it at you all.  Explain it to a man.  I know by now you’ve read last week’s article.  When we look at the grand scheme of things evolution is ever changing the sculpture of mankind.  Not only have we physically evolved, but the mental process has changed as well.  It seems that no matter how well Webster can define a word, its meaning is as useless as Canadian currency on American soil.  A word is just a word.  Especially concerning the topic of love. 

                It seems a man tries to teach a man to be strong in his own way.   Dogs run with the pack at all costs.  Some men discard their young as if their holding them back.  Slowing the progression of the pack.  If a young man is lucky, if he’s not "tail" chasing, he learns to treat a woman along the way.  With that said, I have to ask, what are we teaching our young ladies these days?  There was a time that a woman would hold down the fort when the man was away.  Valued her family…  Her vows…