when trash reality tv first dropped in the mid 00s,
fighting was the main draw on shows like bad girls club.
it was fascinating to see “real life people” doing this on tv.
when trash reality tv gave randoms storylines with lhhatl in 2011,
we tuned in because “such and such” had beef and by reunion time,
we just knew that they were gonna get “tah” boxing.
we have seen fighting over and over and over and over and…
you get the idea.
so when natalie nunn and joseline decided to act like feral animals on “something”…

bey gets it right.
when she has a project coming out,
she stays quiet while promoting her brand.
at this point,
she doesn’t even give anyone interviews anymore.
she lets us feast on her drops and we do all the talking/fonting.
before and during her big moments,
she has mastered the art of silence.
during her downtime,
she is like a sleeping dragon who stays off the radar until she is awake.

Bey carries herself like royalty.

usher,
who just had a huge career resurgence and has everyone in lust…

decides to go do this…

remember after the rih and chris brown debacle,
chris brown defenders were all like:

“THE TRUTH IS GOING TO COME OUT ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED IN THAT CAR!”

i always asked if they were in the trunk and i was met with silence and grimaces.
i love playing devil’s advocate with these hoes.
the next week or month after the incident,
he throws a chair through a window at gma and i’m met with:

“They were picking on him and they made him angry asking him questions!”

i concluded there are a lot of simple bitches out here.
so i saw today that in megan and tory debacle,
kelsey nicole who was the best friend of megan and full blown attentionista,
is going to “speak” on some podcast:

Kelsey Nicole Harris, Megan Thee Stallion’s ex best friend and one of the key witnesses in the Tory Lanez trial, is sitting down for her first interview since the entire ordeal.

????: @Thedanzaproject pic.twitter.com/2DPazmJHpy

— Mílagro (@MobzWorld) February 28, 2024

not this dateline exclusive podcast.
and i think many of us are collectively here to let kelsey know…

i was sitting here this morning,
reflecting before i started my day over a dream i had about work wolf.
i had to answer a question during shadow work and i conjured him from the emotional dead.

It made me realize how much of a Pick-Me I use to be.

yes i was.
i was a pick-me with no boundaries who was desperately trying to get picked.
in order to find yourself,
you gotta risk embarrassment but i ain’t embarrassed.
i’ll write it in big font:

I use to be a Pick-Me!

a pick-me can look like whatever or whoever and come from any social background.
there are plenty of IG attentionistos,
some of the baddest you ever seen,
that are putting up with all kinds of shit just to be chose.
you see how many of them get caught up being thirsty for sex.
so when i see charlamagne talmbout miss lady in the “who tf did i marry” saga…

i did not sleep last night.
i had full blown nightmares after reading the following.
this is def another yearly season of the “fuck yo guts up” bug.
when we travel to work or eat out,
we enhance our chances of getting that gut fucked up.
a few people i know caught this “no sir/no ma’am” violent diarrhea bug going around..

I’m gonna give myself props.
I don’t care if you look like this tatted wolf above,
and you licked every part of my bawdy,
Ima need you to take your ass home once it’s done.
I don’t do “lets shack up and host dinner parties”.

so when i heard of folks shackin up to split bills with just anyone,
or just any random they are fuckin’ atm,
i gave that instant pause.
i couldn’t press the button fast enough.
it’s in-house penis and they help with the bills but we really don’t know people.
we learn the true characters of people once we move in with them.
like,
your whole shacker-upper could be a serial killing hyena like this jackal…