All posts tagged: Drama

Facebook, Fake Care and Fake People pt. 3

It’s another riveting episode of Love and Facebook VI. I was going to change the title of this, but since I got accustomed to “Facebook, Fake Care, and Fake People” I’m keeping it as that. 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. Advertisements

Life Lessons and Notes No. 1: To the Future

First of all, let me say that this is not an apology. I don’t believe in apologies for certain instances.  I said what I said and meant what I said at the moment it was said. I’m not here either to tell you that someone got me out of character. That IS my character. I do not take threats from anyone. I will respond accordingly, and again I will not apologize for doing so. This is, however, a reflection piece. I planned on doing a series of these, but I did not expect to be writing one so soon. To get you up to speed, long story short,  I was threatened online and kindly asked the person(s) to make due on that threat. It didn’t happen, as expected, though I wouldn’t be surprised if somewhere down the road I was “jumped” when they get together again as they are in separate places right now (apparently). That’s just how things (apparently) work out here. So what am I reflecting on? My temper actually. I have never …

To Shade or Not to Shade

As a professional Shadeologist (not to be confused with cloud coverage and shade sails) with a PhD in Comparative Pettiology, I can safely say that most people have thrown shade at someone in some point of their lives. Getting straight to the point, when I’m online, now and again I throw a bit of shade at multiple people. Most times, I will toss out a random general statement and let folks assume it’s about them because it’s very easy to do so when majority of people in my small community fit several descriptions. Ie. Anything about single-parenthood, pregnancies, the dead, events, shootings, and employment. For instance, If I write “She’s always talking about her baby daddy,” I can name at least 10 people who will get offended thinking it’s for them, when I’m really just being–for lack of a better term–an asshole. Now, I can always use my platform to spread joy and peace and all that jazz, but I do what I please. And I’ve shaded everyone–Every body–on my page at least once. My page, …