Friday Fuckery: Shh…Just Watch TV

I cannot express how much reality television means to me. It gets me through the good and the bad, and I have been relying on it as much as I rely on eyeliner, because I look approximately 12 years old without it. Reality television is one of the worlds guiltiest pleasures (that’s right the world, everyone is going down with me); I particularly care for the trash type of reality television.

Any show that involves women arguing in every episode tickles my fancy.

This type of television is a solace to me for many reasons; one being that it makes me feel good about myself. Seeing women act a fool and to not be one of them makes me feel as good as Nene Leakes thinks she looks.

I also love reality television because it serves as a release from dealing with some seriously heavy shit.

There are heavy times right now and instead of going crazy from the mayhem that is the blatant racism going on in our own backyards; reality TV is keeping me sane. It’s nothing wrong with having a release as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone. Reality TV happens to be mine. In times like this especially, we all need a reason to laugh to keep from fucking shit up. If we are constantly focused on the bad we will be in despair causing tempers to flair and aiding in the destruction that we are all sick of. 

Sometimes we need mindless, sometimes we need stupidity, sometimes we need some emptiness just to remind us that while we laugh, it’s not all bad. 

Take this prescription for a Stevie J. nose pat and call me in the morning. nose pat

Hey Black Culture 

It seems as if no bit of black culture is ever recognized until it goes mainstream.

We use the term mainstream, but let’s call a spade a spade; mainstream is really a politically correct word for “white culture approved.” I personally have no problem with black culture becoming popular and being adopted by other races. I take great pride in my culture and when others embrace it I find it cute in a Paul Mooney sort of way.

My only issue with black culture becoming popular is when it becomes overused and corny due to it becoming mainstream.

Think of it this way:

It’s the same idea that once your parents know about the new hottest thing, and start to embrace it, it’s no longer cool. The same goes for black culture when it becomes mainstream

For example, remember the term “Bling Bling” popularized by B.G? Of course you don’t remember the origin of the term, but I bet you do remember getting sick of hearing it. 

This is what I fear will potentially happen for two people in specific that I have always loved:

Pharrell Williams and Taraji P. Henson

With mainstream pop culture finally “discovering” you guy’s talent (like y’all haven’t been hot since “Baby Boy” and the Neptunes), I am afraid that mainstream culture may see you guys as a novelty and use you up until you’re corny, like Bling Bling.

Taraji and Pharrell have been around and notarized by black culture for years but both have only started earning accolades in 2014. Though I am happy that they have been noticed for their talent, I still can admit that I am a bit selfish with my black culture and am mad that it took the attention of white culture for them to receive recognition.

On one hand Taraji and Pharrell deserve to be noticed by EVERYONE for their talents, but on the other hand I don’t want them to be a fad and something that will go out of style once white culture is not checking for “Empire” and they stop playing “Happy” in department stores.

Will black culture ever win by becoming mainstream, or does it just work for Beyoncé and Jay-Z?

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My Struggles With Normal

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According to the Internet I am not a normal woman.

At work when my coworkers talk about soccer, golf, museums and cheese and whatever else I feel so abnormal because everyone seems to love this uneventful conversation.

Me feeling like an outsider compelled me to do a web search for the term “normal woman” and surprise, I found the above. This woman looks just like my coworkers!!!

No wonder I feel like an outsider because according to the internet/world my black ass is not a normal woman.
I really need to step my normal game up. I better have brunette hair and not brown. I better be peach. I better love to tan and only be darker for a limited time.

Sigh