I’m back again with another riveting episode of Love and Facebook VI, but today’s episode will be more of a review than the usual witty commentary. I haven’t written anything in a while because I’ve been busy and I really just didn’t have the time. But I have the time now on this glorious and rare day off. Advertisements
I have a question. Why haven’t we canceled Azealia Banks yet?
We have canceled many other celebrities for less and even questioned their mental stability but Bank’s flip-flopping ass seems to be allowed time and time again to be the face of the word “toxic” and “hypocrisy,” yet we just let her slide on through until her next episode.
I’m one of those people who has grown exceedingly tired of black bodies being type-casted in large and minor Hollywood films. I am done with seeing black people (meaning everyone in the African diaspora, not just African-American) in chains, as slaves, as the help, being traumatized, playing the fool for comedic relief, being the token symbol of diversity or being the villain. It was stressing me out. We are not and should not be limited to these films, and so, when Black Panther was announced and the cast was majorly black, I was excited. Not only because it’s one of my favorite comic book series, but because of the representation.
It’s another riveting episode of Love and Facebook VI. So, yall know how this goes, it’s another day of me not minding my business on Le Book, but I made a boo-boo this time. I commented. Yall, who sent me. But let’s get into the nitty-gritty of this short post.
I know I’m not the only person who can’t look at red baseball caps the same. Every since Pres. 45 campaigned with that damn hat, I give an immediate side-eye to anyone I see with just the color. Online of course, because I never saw anyone with a red hat in real time before…or maybe I never cared before because it was just a damn hat at the time.
Class is in session again. I realize that many of you don’t quite know how to conduct yourself on the “interweb,” but that’s why I’m here–not really. My job–it really isn’t–is to help you assimilate into this online life seamlessly…and with as few dragging sessions as possible.
Another day of me not minding my business. So it’s a crisp Friday afternoon in September. The 15th to be exact. Hurricane No Way Jose just lashed at us with his tail because he ain’t shit and instead of disappearing he decides to sing despacito on the ocean. He is moving SLOWLY. So you know bad weather creates bad decisions. Like…say…hacking your boyfriend’s facebook page and letting us know that he has hella hoes.
Now this fool over here a few months back in March. I’m on “Le Book,” after 4 days of being blocked due to “copyright infringement.” Apparently, you’re not supposed to share music videos anymore. But you know what MARK maybe, MAYBE if you had removed the video from the person who actually posted it, I wouldn’t have been able to share it. How Bow Dah. Your security team is a flipping farce. Get it together. Back to what I was saying. So I’m scrolling through Facebook and I pass by a post with at least 14 images of screenshots of what appears to be someone’s infidelity. Yall know me already.
Yet another day of not minding my business on Facebook and of course we are back to 0 days without VI nonsense. I have to remember to do a series about that for another time. Entiwho, I have very few close friends so I know I don’t have to tell them this (and I’m not popular enough to have to deal with this fart), but this is just a PSA for folks who reach into the common sense jar and come up empty when it comes to handling death online.
At some point we all realized that the Kardashians, Roberta included, are all about attention and this is more than likely a set up, but hell it’s Wednesday, some of us are on vacation, and we ain’t got shit to do so we were tuned into the bullshit. But let me remind yall, that the ONLY victim in this mess is Dream, who is a product of this entertainment nightmare.