Last week was tragic to the pop culture of the late 1990s and 2000s. We sat here and witnessed the unraveling of several black entertainers who brought us through our wonder years. We quickly found out that fame, money, looks, and charisma doesn't exempt anyone from having a misguided mentality.
I know somewhere out there Kevin Hart has to be turning back flips about everything that went down last week. Thanks to Usher's herpes situation and R. Kreepy being a sex driven pedo reincarnation of David Koresh, Kevin's cheating looked almost harmless.
In reality we all know that Kevin's affair is far from innocent and it's unfortunate that his pregnant wife is having to play somewhat of a fool and swallow her pride. But hey, at least she can be proud that Kevin isn't drugging women, holding young girls captive or giving them some wasabi peen.
Kevin is lucky that he managed to get busted the same week we found out that R. Kreepy (originally R. Kelly) is a cult leader, Usher is leaking radiator fluid from his penis, and the juice is loose. Yes, last week was a scorching fest of straight up messcapade.
But what is the underlining issue of all this and why am I going on about it?
I care about all of this because it is a wake up call for women to do better. Yes, I said it. We, women of all color need to do better.
What happen to us protecting ourselves and not being gullible to stardom? These men (with the exception of OJ because he really loves black women enough to leave us alone) are taking us for granted and pissing all over our hopes and dreams with viruses and cheating. Many of the women who are fallen victim to it are those who went in with their eyes on the prize of being future cast member on Bravo's Real Housewives series while believing they have a magical box.
But the problem is - their box is not magical and unfortunately they got played. I can't say I feel sorry for any of the women. I am not condoning what happened but simply implying that WE have to be more careful! We have to do better!
Don't let any male sword glide in your kingdom without seeing papers. I don't care how much money, power, or influence a man has - protect yourself. You only have one box and you have to protect it with your life. Settlement monies will help ease the pain but isn't everlasting. When the money is gone, you're left with a Goodwill box and skeptical luck that someone will like you enough to not care about your health status. Always keep in mind that good looks, charm, and endless pockets, doesn't mean his peen is clean.
So what's next? What can you do to protect you, your daughter, family member or bff? You can be honest, upfront, smarter and less occupied with a man's material possessions, looks, or influence.
As women, it should be our goal to prepare ourselves and caution young women about unhealthy and healthy traits to look for in a man. And most importantly - we need to LOVE our daughters, sisters, nieces, aunts, cousins, and friends because when we do the likelihood that they'll look for love in the wrong places diminishes.
Okay, so if you have no clue about the Rob and Chyna fiasco you must have a very important life. Well guess what, some of us don't, well we do, but this episode of juiciness is better than any Netflix show that is being scripted by talented writers or Shonda Rhimes imagination.
The real life, real time of watching and waiting while drama implodes and explodes has given many of us a reason to ditch our mundane problems to forecast judgment in the Rob Loves Chyna ratchetrama series. Yes, this gives us life because unlike reading television show reviews or waiting for our friends to give us the scoop - this shit is going down in front of our eyes with a ringside seat.
As someone who loves social media, I couldn't help noticing how the reactions towards the drama unfolded on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. The firestorm of automatic slugs happened first on Instagram. Now I am into Instagram but not like you would think. Hell, check out my page and you can see for yourself. However, in a ploy to break a record in giving the most Facebook love reactions, I decided to befriend a lot of beautiful makeup driven divas to my timeline, and it was through them that I witnessed the realness of Rob Kardashian.
Many of the ladies were supportive of Rob and blamed Chyna for messing up a good thing due his genuine love for her which makes him a perfect ten in many women eyes (I'm sure being a Kardashian doesn't hurt either). But Rob's narration of being heartbroken quickly spiraled into an abyss as he unfortunately came across as a bitter but funny clapbacking baby daddy. He gave us pictures, stories and scandal even Olivia Pope would have hell diverting (did he say TI and Tiny paid for Chyna's box?!?!). YES, this shit is messier than eating a slab of saucy ribs.
But it is the witty Twitter folks who cleverly mixed in creative gifs that made this soap opera solid gold. The comments gave me hyena laughter. Snoop's antecedent of Rob being a sucker vibrated my funny bone and the fact that he resembled my messy aunt who loves slaying her truth had me in tears. This dramamedy is the entertainment we need to feel a little bit better about our current situation. Finally something not presidential but more Hip Hop and Hoochieish but real (thanks Dette for that awesome phrase) to ease our hardship for a day. After all, it's not every day a black woman get over on a Kardashian.
There were a couple great parts for me: understanding why folks questioning Rob's need not to have surgery when he paid for Chyna's, Rob naively believing his love could conquer Chyna, his announcement as being his wife certified drug dealer but couldn't keep her loyal, and most importantly his fabulous skills in building up publicity for Chyna and her new boo. Meanwhile, Chyna ate up the attention faster than Kylie can appropriate black culture. I have to admit he threw a blanket of shade when he said Chyna was mad that his little sister took her man. I hollered.
YAS!! The drama is solid gold, I give it 4 stars, two thumbs up, and can you believe it was for free! This rachetragedy is better than watching The Transformers at the movies (spare your coins and 3 hours and thank me later). Rob K gave the world a break by entertaining us for 3 hours, across 2 social networks, with nudes, costly robes, drugs, babies, money, TI and Tiny, and more for free.
The only thing I'm waiting for is 45 to tweet how the Kardashians' are making America great again by being rating machines. Rob got me sipping on lemonade tea instead of recapping the live anniversary of slain unarmed POC and halfway forgetting Trump's game of Russian roulette with our democracy. In the voice of my great hellish Christian friend, "Won't the Kardashians do it!"
By the way - who side are you on?
No one's I am just taking in all the sauce and tea
Rob because he was blindsided by love
Chyna because she finally got over on a Kardashian