Disclaimer: I didn't create this blog to recklessly slander black women. My mother happens to be a Black woman, and she's one of my favorite people. So off the strength of affiliation, I fucks wit ya'll. So I'm not gonna come on the internets disrespecting with wild 'bitches' and 'hoes'. So don't worry, feel secure in knowing that any time I use bitch or hoe, it's in no way disrespectful. Scout's Honor.
Black Woman: You know that nigga you want to meet at the club tonight? Yeah, that one. The one by the bar that's gonna buy all your friends drinks too because he's that kind of guy. The one in the tight shirt with that tattoos that's been to jail so he's kind of dangerous but he's also a real gentleman on the inside but you still kind of feel like if you cross certain lines he just might rearrange your throat. Yeah him with the checkered past but still has all types of 'he wont go to jail for it' money. You know, the tall nigga who has all the hoes chasing him but oddly enough despite all biology, only wants you. Yeah, him. He don't give one single flying first class with the seats laid back 747 fuck about your nails, ma.
That dress you spent 4 hours picking out that sits up on your hind parts just so? We appreciate that. The hours at the gym you spent getting that stomach just right? We are grateful for every drop of sweat that dripped down your lower back. We even love your mama for giving you the genetics for those open toed heel/platform jawns. But the $30 spent on your nails? We dont even notice it when you're undoing our fake LV belt buckle. Yeah you sit there and let Mai Ling slander you in your face in Cantonese for your 3 homegirls (by the way, them hoes are also scheming on said nigga by the bar) to go 'Ooooohhh girl those nails are fierce!!'. Cuz not one stand up nigga is tryin to holla at your hands. So when you chip em while gripping the headboard for dear life, dont get upset if I show not one ounce of sympathy. Let That Boy Cook.
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