Black women, relationships and singlehood. This topic has been EVERYWHERE (TV, newspapers, blogs). But I’ve just about had it up to HERE with it.
We get it. Black women are lonely and downtrodden and don’t ever have men. We’re too independent. We’re golddiggers who depend on men too much. We spend ALL our days lamenting that we can’t find good Black men. We suffocate Black men with our love. We don’t like to cook. We cook too much and get fat. We’re too sullen and downtrodden all the time. We party too much and have our priorities messed up. We’re baby mamas. We’re childless at 30 and losing because our eggs are drying up. We think too little of our bodies. We think too highly of our degrees.
THIS THAT WHATEVER BLAH BLAH BLAH.
This topic has been talked TO DEATH. I stopped giving TWO dambs because it’s not like anyone is giving any new viewpoints on the topic. So I am here to request that everyone MOVE ON and get a new topic. LAWDT! I CANNOT read one more article about this.
The topic of Black women failing in relationships is not just a dead horse. NAW SON! That horse was shot at point blank range, execution style. Then it was dragged through the town during a parade, where a float ran over it. THEN they cut off it’s tail and made a nice weave out of it. That weave is now sold at Obama’s Beauty Supply Store.
Am I the only one sick of this? Can we talk about something else? No? Aight then. (-__-)
P.S. I forgot to put the obligatory “No Shade.”
P.P.S. No this blog post is not about you personally. STo the folks who will take offense to this because they are just SO SURE this was written about them, it’s not.
P.P.P.S. Dang. Now I KNOW someone’s gon be all “Yeah. She’s DEFINITELY talmbout me.” I can’t win. I’ma just be QWAT (quiet in Luvvie lingo).