not a fucking chance
not a fucking chance
I 100% agree with you and was definitely making light of this, which is dumb of me.
I’m pretty sure that serial cheating and abuse of trust is not about the victim, it’s about the perpetrator. So, what keeps your husband coming home is that he loves you and he’s a good guy. A guy that cheats all the time has issues that don’t have anything to do with any of the women he’s having sex with.
I was thinking this. Why are Beyonce’s fans (Who arguably would be feminists, since she stands for that) going on against Jay Z’s alleged mistresses instead of going off against Jay Z himself for being disloyal and a cheater? Why the insistence on blaming an extramarital affair on the person your husband/wife is…
Nah. She’s asked a series of obnoxious questions about her sex and love life which she fields with a clearly tested patience. When they ‘confront’ her with Jay-Z ‘rumours’ she shuts it down quick as you like and tells the interviewer not to be so fucking disrespectful to Beyonce.
A coworker and I were just talking about how if Beyonce is being cheated on then what the fuck hope do the rest of us slobs have? Like, why does my husband even bother coming home each night knowing it’s gonna be me singing “Pinot Noir” at the top of my lungs with a glass of wine in my hand while wearing Target…
It just seemed at any event where Rita and Jay-Z were both attending, there was a pic of her looking at him and/or hugging on him in a certain way, that if I was Jay-Z’s wife I would have has suspicions. I am sure he cheated with more than just Rita, but I bet Rita was someone who was more of a “regular.”
... I don’t think you watched that video, did you.
You know what’s amazing? If she dumped his ass, he would fall into a hole of obscurity, while she would be more and more powerful.
All the information in this article, and the only thing that stands out to me is how corny Jay looks standing next to her in that picture from the Met Gala. You’re that rich, and your wife looks that dope, and yet you STILL can’t find a tux that fits you properly? Come on, man.
I often wonder what people who don’t know me would conclude about my marriage if every little thing my wife and I did was printed in tabloids and online. “Dave J. and Mrs. Dave J. seemed REALLY ANNOYED with each other while eating pizza with their kids!” “Dave J. and Mrs. Dave J. left their house AND GOT INTO SEPARATE…
That’s who my guess was, but ‘the people’ say otherwise.
September/October 2007 I was in a private room at a restaurant with Jay Z and he was definitely there waiting for a woman that wasn’t Beyonce, and they left together but made lots of efforts to not look like they were leaving together.
When I first saw a picture of her I thought she was part of the extended family. But, to be fair, everyone is morphing into the Kardashian image now. Everyone is doing the same contouring, the same eyebrows, the same hair, dressing the same. It’s creepy.
You left out: Pre-2002: Jay-Z builds a fortune promoting the virtues of toxic masculinity as a lifestyle.
all this proves to me is that if Rachel Roy is indeed Jay’s mistress, he and ‘Ye have the same taste in women... because we all know that Kanye has a crush on Beyonce, and Roy looks like she could insert herself into the Kardashian family and no one would even notice the new sister... she’d have to change her name…
Personally, I think the person he cheated with the most is Rita Ora. I think that’s who she is referring to a lot in Lemonade. When you see the pics of him and her, Rita is a little too close for comfort. I also think that Rita leaving Jay’s label has something to do with Jay sleeping with Rita regularly, Beyonce…
She must really love him because if even half of this shit is true I can’t imagine he’s worth it. Especially when you’re fucking Beyoncé and could have anyone at anytime.
I’ve finally decided to stop using the b-word to insult people, because honestly it’s extremely misogynist. It’s something I do way too much, so I’m making a promise to Jezebel that I will stop.
She needs to dump his fugly ass and find a man who respects her.