Okay, so it’s been about two months since Toni Braxton revealed onstage at the Atlanta Fox Theater (the concert in which she was honored with her own day–Toni Braxton Day) that she and Cash Money Records co-founder, Birdman (born Bryan Williams) are indeed an item. Every media personality everywhere has covered it. Black Twitter has gone IN on the jokes regarding it, especially during the airing of the BET Awards where the most awkward picture of them together was taken. Some people find it quite comical, while others clearly take offense that we could even hint that their relationship might be a sham. Personally, I believe it’s quite obvious that this relationship is fake, but if you don’t see it like I do, then let’s just break down some very clear facts…
A couple of seasons ago, we watched in horror as Tina Campbell, one half of the gospel super duo Mary Mary, faced heartbreak after heartbreak due to her husband Teddy’s infidelity. He had not only ONE affair, but multiple affairs that he decided to air out to Tina over a lengthy time period, causing her to become entangled in pain all over again each time. He admitted that he cheated because he felt insignificant, he felt unwanted, and he felt abandoned. As Tina’s stellar career continued to grow, it seemed that she had less and less time for her family. Teddy began to seek refuge in the arms of multiple women over an extended period of time while Tina was on the road.
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Ever so often, many of us gather around and speak of R Kelly, whether online, in the barber shop, at the beauty salon, at the dinner table with a glass of wine, etc. Sure, many of us know him by his talents–his production, his singing, his melodies, his poetic writing style, etc. Some call him a “musical genius” and will forever be enthralled by his R & B greatness. His contributions to R & B music from the moment he stepped on the scene in the 90s until now remain relevant. Then, there are those who choose to remember him by his crimes, his predatory nature toward young women, his history of preying on young girls, and THAT sex tape.
Just like in the instances of the Michael Jackson allegations, conversation of both aspects of the man–Robert Kelly–are interwoven whenever he emerges from what seems like hiding. Most recently, the “talks” began again after the airing of the 2015 Soul Train Music Awards. While some praised him, relished in his performance, and made googly eyes at the screen as they reminisced on the soundtrack of their teenage years, others lashed out in anger and wondered why the women who shared the stage with him didn’t protest against his being there. Of course there would be those who vehemently defended him against this outrage, which is normal with these celebrities. People often take up for these people as if they personally know them. What I find not-so-amusing is how grown men and women can defend him by placing blame on the underage victims in the situation. Reading Facebook and Twitter posts that make claims like, “It looks like that girl BEEN f*cking before Kellz ever got to her…” or “She must be used to getting pissed on…” sicken me, especially when many of these adults are parents themselves. Who is the voice of reason? Who is speaking for the children? Who is helping to tell their story? Who is protecting them? Who is aiding in their healing?
“I had my R. Kelly sex tape moment at the tender age of 16. It just so happens that mine wasn’t recorded for anyone to see.”
Blaming victims or “victim shaming” is the oldest trick in the book. Just because some girls seem a little more “fast and loose” (as some have outright stated), that still doesn’t give an adult, who is supposed to know better, license to commit statutory rape, because that’s what it is. If I leave my door unlocked and you rob me, that still doesn’t give you license to steal everything out of my home and then blame ME for getting robbed. Whether I made a good decision or not, it is up to the person committing the act to make the right choice–the choice to break the law or the choice to take that risk. In this case, you can’t expect a child who hasn’t yet lived life, who hasn’t yet discovered herself, who hasn’t learned the ways of the world, a child who is still coming into her own and learning how to deal with her own sexuality…you just can’t expect her to know which decision to make. She is a child. She can’t comprehend the severity of these actions and the long-term impact it could have on both of their lives. It is up to the adult in the situation to do this.
If you grew up listening to Hip Hop in the 90s, then you are all too familiar with the “Deez Nuuuutz” catchphrase that was made popular by Dr. Dre’s album, The Chronic. It was nothing to catch your friends slippin’ by hitting them with it when they least expected it. For example:
Is D coming to the game?
This would immediately be followed by and explosion of laughter. Continue reading Deez Nuts for President??
Hip Hop heads all over the country were thrilled after learning a few months ago that a biopic documenting the iconic group N.W.A. would be hitting theaters soon. As the debut got closer, the buzz associated with the film continued to increase. As with anything in the Black community, the positive always has to have a polar opposite negative, which is usually started by Black people themselves. It seems to me, and this is just my opinion, that we just can’t help but criticize ourselves and each other. It’s sad, really. No matter how much good we do, someone always has to point out any negativity related to it.
Everyone all over the internet is talking about this public cyber battle between Future and Ciara. We know they broke up a LONG time ago due to his infidelity and immaturity. Why is it so hard for him to just move the hell on? And of all things, why concern yourself with your ex’s new relationship so much to the point where you make yourself look like an ass? Future is the biggest Petty Betty I have ever seen in my life. Personally, even though I don’t know either of them in “real life” other than what they choose to share with the public, I’m glad she left him and sees the type of person he really is. I think calling this guy a pu$$y is an understatement, but still a well-deserved moniker. Here are the three reasons why I think this guy is weak and wack as all get out.
A few days ago, I read a story about a 19-year-old young man who has to spend the next 25 years as a registered sex offender. I can’t imagine what that does to a young person to live such a restricted, embarrassing, scrutinized existence at such a young age–to be pre-judged due to a label that has such a social stigma attached–sex offender!! When we hear or read the words “sex offender”, we automatically think we should fear for our safety. We think the absolute worst. We want to shelter our children. We want to keep those people out of our neighborhoods. We don’t want them in our churches. Some people have even gone as far as to require signs in the person’s yard that announces a registered sex offender lives there. We think of these people as being child molesters, rapists, people who possess child pornography, people who knowingly have sex with underage children. We think of those episodes of Law & Order: SVU. We remember those stories of teachers getting pregnant by their students. We think of those coaches that abused boys in the showers of the locker rooms. We think they are the scum of the earth and utterly disgusting. We spend hours online researching the amount of offenders in the area before we consider buying a home in a particular neighborhood. We don’t want them around us, and we don’t want to be around them.