Shit, I’m even fine when a man compliments my shoes, because that’s something I PICKED OUT rather than something inherent to my body. And you know he does it with a lecherous intent and demeanor, not simply, “Your hair is really shiny, what shampoo do you use?” or something.

I can’t. I can’t make jokes about this, or find it funny, or think “oh jeez THIS guy” or any of that fucking bullshit. Because at the end of the motherfucking day, I am raising my daughter in a world that is REGRESSING instead of PROGRESSING in terms of women’s rights and that makes me fucking sick to my stomach. It…

Its all about him, every paragraph turns into self congratulation. 

“Some of my best friends are black.” The scope of this man’s self-delusion is staggering.

“Look, some black people like me. Can I leave now?”

Its black history month so let me take this opportunity to talk about me and how unfair the press is and let me name check a few token well-known black folks, inner cities and scene.

I don’t speak this language. Can somebody translate?