Hall pass my ass
Okay, I’m going to make this rant/vent session short, sweet (actually sour), and to the point (because no one wants to read a novel about you bitching Cherish). I like my ratchet tv and gossip outlets just like the next girl but it’s starting to leave a foul taste in my mouth. The kind of taste after a night of tequila and no matter how many times you brush your teeth, you can’t seem to get rid of the taste of shame and regret. Anywho, the running theme with these shows seems to be dealing with industry men and letting them get away with their nonsense. By industry men, I mean on the spectrum of “I still live at my momma’s house, eating up all her food, don’t work, oh and I’m a producer” to the untouchable forces of whomever you deem the top musical mogul is, whomever the top athlete is because sports, etc etc. Let me tell you something, an ain't sh*t man is an ain't sh*t man, PERIOD. I don’t care if he is a disciple of Jesus Christ himself, lawyer, rapper, athlete, hell the milk man; if he ain’t sh*t, he ain’t sh*t. Some of these women deal with this type of man knowing they are cheating, have break babies etc. and for what?! To have the newest Chanel and brands you can’t even pronounce. Are these material possessions really worth settling for someone that doesn't value you? Nah b
I’m coming hard and fast at my fellow women because we, yes we-I’m not gon fake like I wasn’t one of these women dealing with someone who wasn’t up to par, need to do better! Let’s stop making excuses for these pathetic men. I hear more and more about this hall pass ish. Are we in school and he raised his hand to use the bathroom? Nah. They should not get this so called hall pass. He should not be allowed to pass GO and collect $200. Would you give your man a pass if he was some average joe? HELL NAH! Like your job does not warrant or excuse bad behavior.
Ladies, I love you and baby I been there done that and it’s NOT worth it. We can do better and are worth so much more. Let’s stop glorifying these industry people and romanticizing the trend that we’re only good enough to be some man’s arm candy, baby momma, be an IG model, sell waist trainers and teas. Please!