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Sooo, I accidentally tuned in to this Love Is show… and it is…A Crock of Shit. The latest episode where Loretta Divine delivers the best monologue since Daddy Pope was all in all good. But my issue is with the recurring theme of black women having to suffer, put themselves out, take one for the team, and pretty much put up with yo bullshit for the sake of the relationship.
Nuri is over here bending over backwards, coming up with solutions, and putting herself in fucked up positions over some dude who is her friend one minute then her boyfriend the next. Naww, boo boo. We ain’t renigging on the title. If I am make it known to the people you claim to love the most ( yo mamma and yo son).
Loretta Divine’s monologue painted a picture of a self-absorbed man who has a sense of entitlement up the wazoo! He was being enabled by his girlfriend (or friend, depending on the day and who asks) as she kept filling in the gaps in his writing career. His mamma was enabling him by watching his son and taking crap from his stressed out baby mamma while he was away chasing his dreams. And his baby mamma was being both parents while he’s gallivanting his ass to LA to write and lay up with the light-skinned chick.
Why did these three black women have to suffer to allow him to live his dream? What about their wants, needs, aspirations? Why Black Women Gotta Be Captain Save a Beau?
Men these days really don’t value women for the beings that they are. Their “want” to be in a woman’s presence is predicated on what she can do for him. Stop with the bullshit. These narratives are problematic to people who think that this IS what Love Is…
Man up and stop depending on the women in your life to hold a brotha down. Shit, how about you raise a sista up for a change. Love Is… A Crock of Shit!
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