The Ratchet Diaries: Molly…The Girl Next Door
Remember the days when you only admitted to drinking socially and smoking a cigarette? Remember when if you were caught with anything other than a Newport in your hand, you ‘passed the dutchie ‘pon the left hand side’ and blamed it on an absent friend when your parents found out about your rebellious indiscretion? Those days are over. Today, if you’re not holding a spliff laced with the ‘good (bad) shit’, “popping Molly’s“, or sniffing a line, you’re clearly not having fun, which these days is referred to being as being ‘turned up.’ Let’s discuss the facts of this latest drug fad…
Five simple lyrics seemed to start an epidemic that is slowly becoming more and more annoying (and dangerous) to see. “Popped a Molly, I’m sweatin”, from the 2012 single “All Gold Everything” by Trinidad James, suddenly saw new-found interest in Molly. Donned in Gucci slippers, gold teeth, and a face only a mother could love, Trinidad rides around the streets of Georgia on a 10-speed in his video, talking about all of the gold he owns and will acquire in his life; nothing strange there right? Initially, the song didn’t hold my interest, but it wasn’t until I was unable to turn the channel in time, that I listened and took note of the now popular anthem… “Popped a Molly I’m sweatin’. Woo! Popped a Molly, I’m sweatin’. Woo!” While I didn’t know what the hell this man was talking about, I knew that whatever he was popping, it wasn’t an Advil and he wasn’t high off the wonders of a sexy woman. Suddenly rap’s most ratchet sons of Trap were shouting out Molly.
After posting a status on Facebook, asking that someone explain what (or who) a Molly is, my notifications blew up. Nobody could believe that I didn’t know what it was, furthermore, that I hadn’t indulged in it.
“You don’t know what Molly is?! Where you been at?”
“It’s pure Ecstasy, no fillers, just the pure stuff.”
“It’s cocaine in pill form.”
Clearly, my social network cronies could seem to agree what it actually is either, so I went to Google.
According to UrbanDictionary.com, Molly (clinical name, MDMA) is supposedly “the purest form of ecstasy.” It’s an upper that gives users a feeling of boundless energy, empathy, affection, and euphoria. It’s a mood enhancer that doesn’t cause withdrawal symptoms and whose properties are even being studied as a possible treatment for PTSD. But don’t get it twisted … recreational use of the drug poses some pretty dangerous risks; including severe anxiety recklessness, seizures, panic attacks, a jacked up cardiovascular system, and loss of consciousness among other dangers. And while dealers profess to be selling a pure product, there’s no guarantee that it’s not cut with some other drug. In its purest form, it can cause heart problems. According to a CNN.com article, recreational users who are just starting to partake in Molly’s resurgence, and haven’t (yet) experienced its side-effects, mistakenly think it’s safe to use and are misguided about the risks.
Recently rapper Rick Ross, received deserved backlash and was dropped as Reebok’s spokesperson, after he did a verse bragging about drugging a woman’s champagne with Molly and taking her home and “enjoying that, and she ain’t even know it” in a verse for the song U.O.E.N.O. And while some folks may think that Molly is the cool ‘in’ drug to do for rap fans just discovering it, and it has managed to take the spotlight off sizzurp, U.O.E.N.O. presented the drug in a more ominous light; rather than merely being a party-starter and mood-enhancer, it’s now, apparently, Kryptonite for date-rapists to use.
In a WSBTV.com article, Atlanta DEA agent Harry Sommers said, “(…) Think about the name Molly. It sounds like the girl next door. It sounds innocent. It sounds pure. It sounds OK.” What none of these entertainers tell you is that this beautiful stranger named Molly isn’t the girl next door; she’s the vixen on the block whose looks can and on some occasions, will kill or pose serious health risks.