Black people. Stop it. Find a new mode of expression because I am tired of all y’alls grainy Instagram memes all over social media. I have so many grievances.
Kermit cannot physically drink any more tea.
You don’t need memes to tell the world how much you love your kids. Get off the internet and play Candyland with them or something.
I just saw the episode of Love & Hip Hop too. I don’t need 12 memes to summarize the whole show five minutes later. Ditto for Scandal and Real Housewives of Atlanta.
Upgrade your technology. There is no reason for a meme to be created on Monday and be grainy and unreadable on Wednesday. Are you reposting these pictures with a potato? Please do better.
Olivia Huxtable did not live through divorced parents, get dragged all over Africa, and finally shipped off to Singapore so y’all could layer basic bitch tenets all over her pre-kindergarten face.
^^^ What does that even mean???? Can someone please explain? Or ask a cousin who has her nails shaped into talons and a fresh weave every Tuesday, because I feel like she knows.
Please stop though, forreal. Madame CJ Walker did not spend her whole life becoming a millioniare by burning off peoples’ edges just so y’all could be THIS terrible at Internetting.
(**pause** Who is this man ^^ and why is his hair so laid? I feel like I’m looking at a bad Steve Harvey/Aaliyah costume.)
I hate to see a Black man unemployed, but I swear that is the unfunniest comedian in all of America. I’m pretty sure I haven’t laughed at that child since Everyday French with Pierre Escargot. And I was 7 and still laughing at snot bubbles.
Did anyone have education about sexual assault in high school? I remember the sex-ed part of Health Class, but I don’t remember any conversations about rape and I’m just wondering if that’s because I went to school in South Carolina or is that not really a focus for schools in general.
It needs to be. I sat in on a class with about 20 girls ages 12 - 18 and when the instructor asked who in the class had been a victim or knew a victim of sexual violence all but one girl raised their hand. All but one! As I sat there listening — mildly hungover from the night before — I was almost overwhelmed by how tiring it must be to just exist as a woman sometimes.
Alaska reporter quits on air to advocate for legal marijuana.
After reporting on the Alaska Cannabis Club on Sunday night’s broadcast, KTVA’s Charlo Greene identified herself as the business’s owner and said she would be devoting all her energy to fighting for “freedom and fairness.” She then used an expletive to quit her job, and walked off-camera.
Mostly I’m just shocked that there are Black people in Alaska. How did we get way up there? Can you even get good collards? Do they sell Luster’s Pink Oil Moisturizer in Alaska? Is there a constant battle against ashyness? I have so many questions for Charlo Green.
But how many people haven’t dreamed of quitting a job just like that? I’m jealous. I mean obviously her career in broadcast journalism is over, but she owns a pot store anyway so she’s fine. Plus, she got that free advertisement in the moment and now she’s about to go viral. Everybody with a weed card is gonna be hitting up Charlo for their weed because she’s a Boss, so good job girl. Money couldn’t buy this kind of publicity.
I’m about 87% sure that if you feel the need to order delivery while waiting on the train, you are the worst kind of person that I hope is rendered sterile by some horrible accident. Y’all. This little Asian delivery man is so confused and frustrated I almost bought the food my damn self just to put him out of his misery.
Can we all agree that NYC has a disproportionate number of extremely awful people? Like. Bitch. Go home and make a sandwich or something.
Maybe I went home with my girl who made breakfast this morning.
Maybe I just got home.
And maybe this shot through the entryway is my favorite thing about coming home to my apartment complex.
(And maybe all those stupid trees are the reason there is an army of brolic squirrels running around hella gangsta, not scared of a damn thing, and forever trying to chew holes in the window screens and fuck up your entire living room. (That happened this summer. Broke a vase and everything.))