I Don’t Do Blue Bubbles or Fake Cowboys
📱Android vs iPhone: Let’s Be Clear — There Is No Competition
Well, clearly, someone set me up for a rant.
Let’s go ahead and get this out the way:
There is no “versus.”
There is no “competition.”
There is just freedom... and then there’s a glorified status symbol built for the creatively bankrupt.
Let me say this louder for the ones lost in the Apple matrix:
There. Is. No. Competition.
You’re either customizing your reality or cosplaying in someone else’s overpriced walled garden.
And me? I’ve always been about options.
That’s why I ride with Samsung Galaxy — every time, every era, always in the rotation.
Because while y’all over there trading phones that look and function exactly the same as the last six...
I’m out here with a device that works like me — dynamic, customizable, bold, and Black AF.
Android is the playground for thinkers, tinkerers, creatives, and boundary-pushers.
iPhone? That’s for folks who want the same five buttons in the same four colors to do the same three things while paying $1,500 to feel superior about it.
You wanna talk text bubbles?
Let’s talk about the psychological warfare of grown folks crying about a blue bubble.
Oh no, your message turned green? You poor thing.
Meanwhile, I’m over here laughing from my Galaxy, not giving a damn if I’m “in line” with your blue-bubble club.
Why would I ever want my communication watered down just to fit in with y’all?
I don’t do conformity. I don’t do status-chasing. And I damn sure don’t do iPhones.
Because when it comes to tech — like with culture — I choose legacy, not hype.
iPhone users be like:
“The camera is better!”
Nah. You just finally caught up to what Android was doing 3 years ago.“It just works.”
Of course it does — when your phone treats you like a toddler in tech daycare. Let’s talk about the real reason y’all keep buying the same phone every year:
You like being told what to do.
Meanwhile, over in Droidland:
I’ve customized my home screen, launched full-on AI art apps, side-loaded experimental software, connected to Bluetooth devices from Mars, and skinned my phone with a live wallpaper of a Black cowgirl holding a banjo made of stardust. Because I can. Because Android.
🎵 Now, let’s talk about country music. The real kind.
Not that fake, flannel-wrapped pickup-truck anthem nonsense.
I’m talking about the roots. The originators. The ones y’all never learned about because the industry whitewashed them out the gate.
Black Americans started country music. Let’s repeat that.
From the banjo (birthed from West African instruments)
to the soul, the twang, the storytelling — we were always there.
So no, I don’t listen to “country.” I listen to Black Country.
Charley Pride. Lesley Riddle. DeFord Bailey.
And Sister Rosetta Tharpe, who walked so Elvis could pretend to fly.
This music?
It was born on porches with splinters, in voices full of grief and grit.
It was survival. Celebration. Sacred rebellion.
It was ours before it was ever sold.
Final Word: This Ain’t About Phones or Playlists. It’s About Power.
It’s about choosing tech that doesn’t dumb you down.
It’s about listening to music that reflects your bloodline, not your radio algorithm.
It’s about knowing the difference between being part of a system…
and building your own.
So let them keep their blue bubbles, generic phones, and fake cowboy hats.
I'll keep my Samsung, my sovereignty, and my Black-ass banjo playlists.
And that’s on freedom, legacy, and choosing yourself — every single time.
