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You are not a black woman, and you do not get to claim either blackness or womanhood. There is a clear line between appreciation and appropriation.

I need some of you to cut it the hell out. Maybe, for some of you, it’s a presumed mutual appreciation for BeyoncĂ© and weaves that has you thinking that I’m going to be amused by you approaching me in your best “Shanequa from around the way” voice. I don’t know. What I do know is that I don’t care how well you can quote Madea, who told you that your booty was getting bigger than hers, how cute you think it is to call yourself a strong black woman, who taught you to twerk, how funny you think it is to call yourself Quita or Keisha or for which black male you’ve been bottoming — you are not a black woman, and you do not get to claim either black…


Over and over again I see women that don’t look like me. They don’t talk like me. And they certainly don’t think like me. Do other women like me exist or am I an anomaly? I certainly hope not. It’s strange to be in a place in your life where you’ve seen so much bullshit that your tolerance is all but exhausted. Not that I haven’t dished out some of my own. But the fake and phony is tired. Most women aren’t products of Captain Save A Ho nor are they damsels in distress that made it from stripper to pseudo celebrity.

I talk to these young girls and they aren’t vested in creating a successful career. They’d rather have 15 minutes of fame and possibly a reality show. Somehow we got it twisted; too many Nenes and Kandis. We have it all confused. We’ve convinced ourselves that notoriety is success. I was always told that infamous is not famous. It’s scary to see women, particularly women of color selling their souls for what they perceive as fame. The bar is being pushed further and furt…