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Thursday, August 28, 2014

Foolishness! Black women are just as obsessed with white women as black men are!!! Dumb t.v. show about teaching white women to be black women!

The code in the black community is white man- No, white woman- Yes. White women get a yes from black people because black people feel they don't threaten black men's masculinity, dominance and path to dethrone white men socially. That's why we don't mind if black men date or find white women attractive because we feel like it's taking from the white man and giving black men more power over him.

Enough of that, let's talk about this foolishness, can someone start a petition?

Lifetime Promises To Bring Out The 'Strong Black Woman' In White Women

 Beauty pro Tracy Balan, fashion maven Tiffiny Dixon, home/sanctuary guru Nikki Chu and soul coach Tanisha Thomas host Girlfriend Intervention, which is a real show, believe it or not.

August 27, 2014
Lifetime's new show Girlfriend Intervention is not subtle about its message. Its premise is four black women giving a makeover to a white woman on the theory that, as they put it, "Trapped inside of every white girl is a strong black woman ready to bust out."
They don't even have to say "weak white girl" or "lame white girl" or "ugly white girl" or "unfashionable white girl" or "boring white girl," because all those things are, before long, implied.
The four makeover makers are Tracy Balan on beauty, Nikki Chu on "home and sanctuary," Tiffiny Dixon on fashion, and many-many-many-time reality star Tanisha Thomas (most notably of Oxygen's Bad Girls Club) as your — this is real — "soul coach." Thomas lays out her philosophy early in the first episode, saying that black women are taught that no matter what else is going on in your life, "as long as you look fabulous, that's all that matters." On the other hand, she says, "with Caucasian women, you get married, you marry the man of your dreams, you have his children, and now it's time to stop taking care of you? Girl, I missed that memo."
Are you a black woman? You might find this offensive. Are you a white woman? You might find this offensive. Are you neither? You might be thinking at this point that you're lucky to be left out of the entire thing. (Be aware, though, that no one is safe. Near the end of the first episode, Thomas exaggeratedly compliments the hotness of the made-over white woman by yelling, "Muy caliente, salsa picante mucho!")
Like so much of makeover television, this is shaming dressed up as encouragement (they actually call the segment where the makeover candidate shows them how she currently dresses the "catwalk of shame"). It's conformity dressed up as individuality, and it's submission to the expectations of others dressed up as self-confidence.
Only now, with obnoxious racial politics slathered all over the entire thing!
It is not like those politics need to be introduced by the viewer, either: They are the premise of the show, and they are repeated over and over. Black women, we are told in so many words, are unerringly confident, gorgeous, stylish, unflappable, and — ah, yes — better at pleasing men, especially black men. In the first episode, the target, Joanie, has a good-looking black husband, which the women make clear makes sloppy dressing a worse crime than it would be otherwise. "A black woman would never let herself go with a man like that," the soul consultant announces. The second episode, in fact, also features a woman, Emily, whose partner is a black man. "Now, I know there's a hot mama hidden in Emily. After all, she got a black man!" says Tracy.
(By the way, just when you think the show can't get more awkward, the second episode brings a moment in which Emily explains that she met her husband when she reached out and, fascinated, touched his hair. Do we need to talk about how one does not do that? One does not do that. This goes unmentioned.)
Black women are also presented as more fundamentally honest. Your white friends are lying to you: "With Caucasian women, everybody's afraid to say how they really feel." Your new black friends, on the other hand, are here to save the day: We are told that they "have the guts to tell you what everybody is really thinking." But they're not mean! "We do it out of love. Tough love, as a sister to another sister."
All of this is overtly about the manipulation of identity. It is made clear from the beginning that dressing in the way these consultants suggest is, to them, fundamental to being truly black if you're black, and to bringing out your inner black woman (who is presumed to be superior to your outer white woman) if you are white. The fashion consultant, as she observes Joanie's clothes, says, "No self-respecting black woman would ever hide herself in this if she wants to keep her black card." And the hits go on and on: In the second episode, Emily is taken to a studio to rap. And she's given a gold chain. And a hoodie. For the empowerment, you know.
On this show, all toughness, and in fact all showing of spine among women, is associated with being black, as we learn when Joanie shoots one of the consultants an unhappy look about an unflattering outfit in which they've placed her, and they immediately seize upon how easy it was to bring out her "black woman." With all due respect to these particular four women, I learned the throwing of a proper stink-eye from my mother, thank you very much, and I would put my stink-eye up against anyone's.
The casually insulting way these consultants approach their white ... clients? ... is unappealing, certainly, but the show's approach to the consultants themselves, and to black women in general, is hugely problematic, too. The black women on Girlfriend Intervention, like the gay men who did the work on Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, are supposedly being saluted for their (stereotypically) superior style and knowledge and backbone, but are cast as helpers and facilitators for the benefit of, respectively, white women and straight men, valued for what they can offer and required to display sass at all times in sufficient amounts. (Among other things, it's unfortunate that other than Thomas being the loudest, they don't much distinguish the four stylists from each other, either.)
Popular entertainment targeted to white women is thick with obnoxiously other-ish fairy godpeople: the gay friend, the keeping-it-real black friend, the Latina neighbor, the wise black boss. There's always some earthier, real-er, truer person whose task it is to flutter around to provide perspective, to fix what's broken, and often to embarrass you for your foolishness. This is problematic for white women who don't care to be cast as badly dressed, helpless dummies who need constant life coaching, but it's no better for black women who don't care to be cast as flashy-dressing, finger-waving, fast-talking fixers whose mission is making Cinderella presentable for the ball, or for gay men who don't care to be asked to tag along on shopping trips.
It's not your black friend's job to tell you how to believe in yourself and keep your man (the concept of not having a man one is desperate to keep is seemingly foreign to the interventionists); it's not your gay friend's job to style you. Friendship is not quite so transactional.
(It must be said, too, that one of the show's challenges is a simple and serious one: at least in the first couple of episodes, the woman doesn't look very good or very comfortable in the things they choose for her. It's one thing to be in charge of sewing Cinderella's dress, but if she looked better when she was cleaning out the fireplace, you have a problem.)
What makes this particularly disappointing as a Lifetime show is that Lifetime is a network that has actually tried to appeal to more diverse audiences, as NPR's Priska Neely just last month. It's entirely possible, moreover, that there's a good show to be made in which black women and white women talk about beauty, confidence, self-care, and how they may see and experience some of those things differently. There's such a thing as the politics and emotional weight of hair, of style, of body image. But you don't get there by appointing black women as essentially beauty and style assistants to white women they treat like dolts.
Speaking personally, I walked away unconvinced that I have an inner black woman. I probably have an inner white woman who's more confident than the outer one. I probably have an inner white woman who's better at dressing myself, and I probably have an inner white woman who's better at interior decorating. I definitely have an inner white woman who wears better shoes. But no matter what women I manage to raise from within, they will all be white women. Nothing I say, nothing I do with my hair, no color I put on my walls, will make that any less true. And frankly, I feel neither entitled nor required to act otherwise.

Look at these ignorant ass mammies!!! I bet they got Iggy Azalea on heavy rotation while protesting on the streets of Ferguson talking about "Fuck Da White Mane!!" Black women in the black community are just as fucked up as the DBR black men they worship. I hate the black community, as a black woman this is what the heck I have to deal with. Mammies and Ankh negroes. Ugh this mess is disgusting!!

And the thing about these black women trying to teach these white women to be "DOWN", are probably the same sistas who are reading to call other black women ghetto, too loud, ratchet or masculine for the same behavior. I hate the black community as a whole, it's s fucked up place to be in as a black woman.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

#Stopmockingblackwomen'sbodies: Blu Ivy Carter and black women's bodies are not your personal business!!!


I know some of you have heard or seen it but BET hired "Blasian, , Filipino" whatever she is Karrechue Tran, who's on and off girlfriend of Chris "colorist" Brown, to co-host 106 and Park with some other nobody.

So BET set her up during the discussion of the VMA's when talking about Nicki Minaj, Beyonce and others. They told her to say a joke about Blu Ivy's hair, the same jokes I've been seeing on much of social media made by black people.
 BET was already dying a slow death but now they're completely dead to me. The same network that cares very little about the image of black women, so why am I not shocked they'd mock and belittle a little child? The same network that banned videos from black female artist like Ciara and Teirra Mari but never had anything to say about the ignorant videos from rappers, so why am I not shocked?
 And it's funny we bash Blu Ivy's mother for wearing weave then bash her daughter fore wearing her natural chemical free hair. I wish people would just admit they hate black women.

A black woman made a damn petition over a baby girl's hair, A CHILD FOR PETE'S SAKE. People making petitions towards black women, why am I not suprised? Nicki Minaj had two, why won't we discussion how black women's bodies have become people's business, for social/political debates and sited as offenses? Why isn't there people talking about this? Specifically other black women? It's pitiful that in the wake of racism and the murdering of black people, we can't stop to address the fact that we're ridiculing a young black girl for the DNA formed hair that grows out of her damn scalp, where is the LOVE? We can't stop and address the fact that black women's bodies have become a social debate of right and wrong.

We've seen this public humiliation play out with the Williams sisters, Gabby Douglas, Pam Oliver, now Blue Ivy Carter. But it's a shame that it's become common to mock and trash black women's bodies for entertainment or any type of motive.We're letting black women know that the way we look and exist is wrong. I can tell that because even on Tumblr where I follow natural hair blogs they post biracial or light to brown women with a certain curl patterns as "Natural" beautiful hair. I rarely see big kinky locs or 4c hair being posted by these so called "Mother Earth" love yourself black women. It's pitiful.

This type of stuff has happened far too long for people to sit on their behinds, especially "Militant" black people and ignore it. You can't ride for only 1/2 of the black community and ignorant the other 50% and call yourself "Pro-black". Seeing a black child's humanity reduced publicly should be enough to catch the attention of black leaders, but their selective butts are nowhere to be found.

Black women, when will we or someone stick up for black women and tell society black women's bodies are not their personal business? It's gone over the line when a baby is ridiculed and dragged without anyone coming to her defense publicly.

Notice no one mocks and complains about North West and her  natural hair, and according to black social media she's a black girl.

Oh that's right because North West has the "RIGHT" texture and features, her natural untouched hair is A-okay as it is. But we make sure to remind a mostly full black baby girl that her natural hair and features are wrong, and she needs to accommodate them.

I'm so tired of people mocking and belittling black women's bodies and features in the media. And it seems like no one cares to come to our defense because obviously us just existing is offensive.

It's a damn shame how black women are dragged and mocked for every little thing about us. Our hair our bodies, our skin tone, our character and everything in between and it's 2014, well into the 
millennium, and we're still sitting here having a conversation about black women's hair, features and bodies and what we think they(we) should do with them.

There's a simple conclusion about all of this. As a society this just proves that we hate black women as a whole. When you have to dissect something, chop it up, label it, think about redoing it and it still isn't right, that means you have a deep hate and resentment for that thing, or you don't really like it to begin with. The people who constantly belittle black women have a distorted view and perspective about black women all together. Meaning they view black women as inferior so it'll take a bunch of glittery bits sparkled on top to make us seem appealing or valuable.

I'm tired of this. Black women are society's zoo animals. We're fun to look at, touch, teach tricks, but we're reminded we're still subhuman. And seeing black people so damn comfortable mocking a child proves that black people DO NOT love or support black women. Because God forbid we mock, bash or ridicule the skin color, bodies, and humanity of black men, We'll be in the streets marching just like Ferguson or have some activist negro like Al Sharpton calling up NAACP with a PSA entitled "Respect our brothas" I'm so sick of this shit and it has to stop. But it won't stop until black people women pull their heads out the asses of everyone else and stand up for their sistas.