Oh! Oh no! I was laboring under the impression that MY SWEET AND BEAUTIFUL GODDESS could see what I was doing and would praise me for it! Ohhhhh, no! Now what will I do?!

Nah. I get bored pretty easy with banal shit like this, I’m just killing time during a conference call I don’t really need to be in. You’re not really that important, bb.

I mean, you just seem very bitter. You’ve got this long explanation about how you don’t hate her, you just hate everything about her life and her expressions of personhood for the past two years, which... girl. Come on. I’m condescending to you because you’re being absolutely ridiculous. You’re unable to own your…

BTW, tiger, what’s the deal with calling people stans for pointing out that your opinions are kind of trash and based on what appears to be simple bitterness with a side order of hate? Is your obsession with Beyonce so intense that you have to trash anyone who doesn’t feel exactly the same way about her? That’s…

My goodness, you’re pressed. It’s gonna be okay, girl! Just... try not being so awful!

Lol. I’m about as much of a Beyonce stan as I am an Ernest Borgnine stan or some other outlandish thing. Mainly I’m just continually amazed at the people who have some deep, urgent need to be the biggest asshole possible about someone else’s minor life choices. When you mix in the evident need to belittle people…

Welp, if it wasn’t spellcheck, then you misspelled one of the shortest French words in existence while trying to make yourself look cultured and above it all, which is fucking hilarious to the point that I’m almost weeping. Poor dear, you’re trying so hard.

Awwwww, spellcheck borked that one for you, sport. Try again!

Babykins, your trash talk needs so much work, bless your little heart.

Sweetie, you need a new line, you already used that one. Or is that the best you can do?

Actually, there are a fair number of celebs I have positive to positive-indifferent feelings for who get trashed, and it never really bothers me... but Beyonce does literally anything and people lose their damn minds in their rush to be the first person to be as shitty as possible about her. Several years ago I…

I don’t know, kiddo. But when I see posts about people I don’t care for, I don’t feel so pressed to comment about how much disdain I have for them. I have better things to do, I’m sorry that this is how you have fun.

lol whatever honey

lol honey no, wowwwww you’re so desperate for excuses to hate

But why are you so pressed about what she chooses to do? You’re so negatively obsessed with her that you absolutely have to shit on her? What’s wrong in your life, hon?

Sure, everyone has their own neuroses, but... this is pretty toxic. Every time I’ve met a person who behaves in this way, it doesn’t take long for the mask to slip and reveal some really scary shit. :/

But in order to get on the internet and blather on about how awful they are and how stupid the people are who decided to have them done and tacky this and judgmental that... I don’t know, seems like people who do that aren’t quite right in some way. They lack something... is it self-control? Is it happiness? Who…

Exactly, and thank you for saying all of this. I know I shouldn’t ever be surprised at the amount of hatred for black women that the commentariat at this place seems to have, but... it still shocks me.

lololololololololol oh honey, please, work harder to find justification for your frothing hate because this one is bullshit

THANK YOU.