lol right? thanks Reagan!
lol right? thanks Reagan!
Ugh, don’t get me started with Candice Owens. Some guy I know is actually falling into the “she’s speaking a lot of sense/how DARE a white reporter tell her about black stuff” lane. It’s anger-inducing to see his Bernie-Bro ass fall for the okie-doke.
Permanent body modification to go lighter/whiter (not counting hair - and believe it’s insulting to Eve or any black woman who likes to dye their hair to assume that blonde = wanting to be permanently so when her hair color and styles have varied often) is troubling and worthy of concern vs. ‘do you’.
Well, look at who’s drinking it. It’s what some in the wine world call an “acquired taste”.
I’m like Santa-ette these days, keeping a list: Ben Carson, Tim Scott, Paris Dennard, Candace Owens, Katrina Pierson, Kanye. And now Sammy (well, Sammy for awhile, but ... that’s a longer discussion). It’s a short list, but pungent.
Glory, that’s a great comeback, especially to a backhanded diss from Tim “I’m at least not Ben Carson” Scott to Kennedy.
I’m over here like 👀 lol. I wanna high five Terrell! I have no idea when other Black people started drinking the Kool-Aid, but that shit must be strong.
This is a bit different from reducing a bust size or rhinoplasty. One says “I’m not happy with the way I look because it is uncomfortable/restrictive/too big or too small for personal taste etc.” The other says I am a completely comfortable with the way white supremacy has dictated that my perfectly beautiful…
Great article and story,I really enjoyed seeing how things worked out for you! When I was a kid,we had an aunt who visited every year for Christmas (it was my grandfather’s sister) and two other ‘aunts’ who also came with her,but were actually no relation. As a child,I couldn’t understand how one of my ‘aunts’ was…
Ok, but there’s still the agreement not to eat Stu, right?
Mmhmm.
LOLZ!!!
I’m second-hand embarrassed just looking at him.
He looks like Al Jarreau’s ghost.
Self-hate is so unattractive.
He looks like a vampire alright.
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