the people need a hero,
even if they sell out or do something heinous.
the amount of shit i see people turning the other cheek for is wild.

when i mentioned lindsey clancy to those IRL,
i got dragged for it.

a few i know were standing with her.
they were all mothers who sided with this she-hyena.
i knew that if they even let her out of prison,
any other un-hinged mother could kill their kids and use lindsay as their motivation.
i saw this on “the neighborhood talk” and ya know…

i cried during the first episode of “carrie” on amazon prime.
it triggered me in so many ways.
i was once that young fox,
bright-eyed and bushy tailed,
who just wanted friendship.

those little jackals made my young life so difficult.

they made me feel like everything i did was wrong.
bad enough,
at home,
that is how i was being treated as well.

it was like i had no peace.

the only peace i had was playing with my toys and video games,
losing myself in creating good guys vs bad guys with my action figures.
i was “the weird one” but looking back,
they were all weird AF growing up so fast.
so this show really spoke to me.
i always thought carrie was a hero tbh.

if i had powers,
it would pretty much be over.

this is why God didn’t trust me with super powers of that magnitude.

the show was going well for me…

until (with spoilers)…

you ever notice in the 90s black movies,
the hot wolf always falls for a bonafide main character bitch?
sanaa lathan.
jada pinkett.
gabrielle union.
they always played some straight up bitches in those movies.
the main character was always on some,
“i like you but you gonna have your shit all the way together to deal with me”?

i’ve been stewing on a video i saw a few days ago.
it was a fed up vixen venting about how black males are hard to love.
this is the video here via “the neighborhood talk“:

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i can sit up here,
fonting about how “ain’t shit” many black males are…

but ima keep it 110%…

we live in a time that,
unfortunately,
celebrities speaking out does little than next to nothing.
we live in a time that,
unfortunately,
free speech will get you fucked up out here.
we live in a time that,
unfortunately,
when they do say something:

many of our favs are two seconds away from saying some dumb shit on an IG press release.

that is how i feel about p!nk right now.
boyyyyy,
did she ( x annoy me with that shit ).
i was JUST listening to her first album too.
ugh.
i’ve been one to expect a celeb to speak up to make me feel seen,
but i’ve been getting so disappointed with some of those people.
i’ve noticed that anytime some shit is going down:

everyone is expecting beyonce to say something.

the same bey that doesn’t even tell us an album is dropping.
this flew by on my x-twitter timeline and i was likeeeeeeee…

so i been into a lot of crime documentaries lately.
“friends like these: the murder of sarah neese” on hulu,
“toxic love story“,
“the crash”,
and “idaho murders” on netflix were so good.

sidebar: i been into crime shit,
but i still refuse to watch “dahmer” because that scares TF outta me.

today,
i watched a documentary that floored me on netflix.
it is called “death of the pastor’s wife” about the untimely death of mica miller…

“euphoria” ended how it was supposed to end.
i don’t like how the final third season went at times,
because it almost felt like a completely different show.
nate jacobs in his humiliation ritual arc being the main one.

it felt like the creator of “euphoria”,
sam levinson,
cut nate’s balls off,
made him wear the dog outfit cassie had on,
and had him be his little bitch until he was euthanized.
along with that story line,
labrinth being cut from music (because he created a whole mood),
and jules being pretty useless,
i think the ending was pretty solid.
spoilers included…