Over thirty years ago, an esteemed philosopher asked a highly important question. An inquiry that to this very day remains necessary. A query so profound that the answer lies within. In 1986, Janet Jackson asked her boyfriend….
What have you done for me lately?
The flawless rhetoricalness of that question is astonishing and masterful. The question cannot be answered because for an answer to exist, the question should not. Let me rephrase. Had that ninja done anything, Ms. Jackson would never have even thought to ask him what. There wouldn’t have been a need. The proof should have been apparent.
There is a phrase that gets bandied about and reworded, but the gist never changes: A man fights for what he wants. Do I have to say I agree with that because it’s obvious, isn’t it? I have never been uncertain when a man wanted to have sex with me. NEVER. No matter who he might have been, he always let me know he was trying to get this work. Therefore, if you never have to question if he wants to sex you, you shouldn’t have to question if he wants to love you.
I hate a person so entitled that they believe shit should be just handed to them without any effort on their part.
Writer’s block has been le struggle for me lately. It hasn’t been due to a lack of topics. Over the past few weeks, I’ve had multiple conversations with multiple women, and they’ve all given me inspiration on specific subject matter. Not to mention my own love life drama. And Goddess knows my mind never lacks for filth. But I’ve found it hard to write because every thought I’ve had feels regurgitated. How many different ways can I tell you to know your worth and sally forth? How can I demand you, yet again, to stop settling for male bullshit?
Why do I have to repeatedly tell you to grow a fucking backbone?
I can write yet another post telling men to level up, stop the fuckboy shit, and take accountability for their actions. Men aren’t the ones whining in my ear, though. Men are so certain of their place in the world that nothing shakes their confidence. No, it’s not men whom I need to take accountability today.
Why are people so damn stingy? I keep trying to schedule time with Bae, but his boss has him working these crazy long hours. Limiting my time with him and shit. I mean I appreciate the money his job brings into my household, but damn, I need that D. And if it ain’t his job taking up his time, it’s his fucking wife.