Mama is a term of endearment where I come from. Like “empowered, wise lady”. If I was a racist donkey, I would have typed that word instead.

Your “point” appears to be defending bigotry and ignorance and wrapping it in some Pollyanna horseshit that everyone is entitled to their opinion. Sorry honey, but for many, this is a life or death issue, not a simple matter of diverse taste buds. Go try and sell that shit somewhere else. I don’t need a lecture on…

You’re a moron. Go look up the definition of the word “preferences” then get back to us with a shorter sermon.

If this mama plans on having a long, fruitful career in show business, she had better learn to adjust her approval matrix pretty quickly. Chances are those big ole sparkly dresses and shoes she will be wearing, her wigs,the crib she moves into, and the food she’ll be eating will likely be designed by someone making…

I very much approve her little fat black troll doll with a big voice lifestyle. Why does she have to judge mine? BTW, I don’t really have much of a lifestyle. I just like dick.

I date a girl like this once. I had to explain EVERYTHING and the giggling put me over the edge.

ITA. She fries his brain because she dresses and is marketed as a man-pleasing tart, but then she doesn’t play the game. It’s a bait-n-switch. He feels the outrage of having been swindled.

Realness?

Eh, even a broken clock is right twice a day. Do we get to talk about KK’s ‘realness’ when she’s getting into Twitter feuds with Blac Chyna and Amber Rose, or boasting about ripping people off via her video game, calling Chloe unknown and Midler washed up?

How do other countries finance it? Is it part of their healthcare or are the private businesses on the hook? I can see making it a part of comprehensive healthcare, but making individual businesses pick up the tab seems shitty. Not all employers are a Fortune 500 company. And if a woman has six kids should the public…

Look, babies are a renewable resource, but small businesses are an endangered species. Won't anybody think of the entrepreneurs?!

Nobody got sexually assaulted. She interviewed a rock star, and the rock star flirted with her. Portraying this as some grave injury is ridiculous.

Savvy is right. I wish I could figure out a way to make my foray into the entertainment industry by being penetrated and peed on and transforming my 5foot frame into a donkey. But if you’re clearing 80 million on an app, it does seem rather sad to have to post filtered naked selfies in order to stay relevant, then…

You imply that “making money” puts you at the top of something. My daughters are taught that making a contribution to the planet is a more worthy aspiration. Deconstructing your body in order to create a brand and schilling products doesn’t put you “on top”. A decent education helps. Ignorance isn’t glamorous. You can…

And since she has demonstrated that she will do absolutely anything in order to sell her brand (don’t forget, it started with selling a video of her getting pissed on), the “public” can respond in any way they choose. BTW, it’s not body shaming, it’s stupid shaming.

Kim’s not in a position to be offering reality checks to her husband, or anyone else for that matter. Her reality is selling her nothingness. While other women were in college, Kim was in a make-up chair, getting her ass inflated, or waving at crowds of drunk people from VIP rooms. This whole “no one get’s Kanye” is…

Kim’s not in a position to be offering reality checks to her husband, or anyone else for that matter. Her reality is selling her nothingness. While other women were in college, Kim was in a make-up chair, getting her ass inflated, or waving at crowds of drunk people from VIP rooms. This whole “no one get’s Kanye” is…

The Oscars manage to be fucking boring while at the same time, an embarrassing, cringeworthy, shit-show of desperate hollowness. It pretty much serves as a fashion show of dumbed-down couture, modeled by inherently styleless caricatures being wrangled by homely publicists. The show consists of writing and production…

I understand the slight and agree with her sentiments. However, I would prefer to not watch Anhoni perform on a corny,mainstream stage, slathered in Mop n’ Go, knowing that everyone’s grandmother and fat cousin in Cleveland was staring in confusion between large bites of bacon wrapped pizza and gulps of store brand…

Right after she has that chat with her lawyer, she needs to have a follow-up with her stylist and her psychiatrist.