Courtesy of The Root
I have a friend who looks similar to Tyrese. He has the same complexion and chiseled features, and a fondness for wearing plaid shirts, which Ty wore in a pivotal scene as Jody in John Singleton’s Baby Boy.
Last year, that friend and I were standing backstage at a music festival when a group of “mature” black women approached us to ask my friend for an autograph. He laughed, explained that he was not Tyrese and apologized for the confusion. One woman responded, “We should have known it wasn’t him as soon as you were polite. Tyrese is an a–hole.”
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I wondered, “So why did you want his autograph, then?” But I didn’t say that, of course, because who in their younger right mind talks slick to a “mature” black woman?
I’ve thought about that incident several times, and I can’t find a logical reason that audiences continually flock to entertainers — not just Tyrese — who are repeatedly rude and disrespectful to them, whether in person or via their public persona.
