It’s been a while since I went the hell off…but it was only a matter of time before someone said something in my comments to inspire a good purge-based rant.
This comment did the trick!
blk bitch 2 said...
I don't mean any disrespect but are you really black? Reading a few of your blogs I got confused and even cringed a few times. I don't mean to offend but I am a black woman and to me you seem to sound like your puttin' on. You know what puttin' on means don't you? Maybe this is some inside joke that you and your viewers share, I don't know. Sarcasim, especially about black women, is lost on me. This is my first time visiting. Definitely my last.(Lawd?.... Really?)
Where to start?
On not meaning to disrespect, I call bullshit! Why the hell do people add that shit to comments that are clearly meant to be disrespectful? I don’t get it. When I want to disrespect a person I just jump right on in and do it. But there’s a trend out there in the land of comments that seems to be built on the belief that bullshitting about not wanting to disrespect someone is more acceptable than full out disrespecting them. But damn it all if that “I don’t mean any disrespect…” lead in isn’t always followed by a huge serving of disrespect.
I’ve got more respect for assholes who just let their assholia hang out there.
I’m just saying.
I’ve noticed that some people question my realness because they are uncertain of my voice.
What does she sound like…why aren’t there pictures of her doing all manner of shit up on the blog…why does she cuss so much...why does she deliberately misspell certain words…why would a black woman call herself an angry black bitch?
Lots of y’all know what I sound like. Some of you know me personally. I’ve been on NPR a few times and damn it all if some folks aren’t thrown by the reality of how I sound (my cousin calls it my county black girl with a touch of valley girl voice).
Yes, some black people talk “like that".
Yes, this black woman writes “like this”.
Some folks question what they cannot see.
I don’t post pictures of myself out and about because I don’t take pictures of myself out and about…but anyone with a fucking computer can Google my ass and see a picture – hell, my picture is up on Feministing and RH Reality Check – and…gasp…I’m black, black, black, black, BLACK!
I write like I talk…though I speak this shit in my county black girl with a touch of valley girl sounding voice. I cuss because I like the spice – so cringe or go away…hell, drop to the ground and pray if you want to…but do not confuse your dislike of my blog with my somehow not being black.
I can’t stand Tyler Perry…but I’d be the last person to accuse his ass of not being a black man.
But other folks question my blackness because they don’t like my kind of blackness.
Those are the people who take exception to my blog with a lame ass passive aggressive “I don’t mean to disrespect…but here’s my disrespectful as hell comment from a non-existent Blogger account wrapped up in a ‘and I won’t be coming back, neither’ stealth piss in your Corn Flakes” huff-based comment.
Yeah…and that’s exactly the kind of person who needs a good cringe.
And you know what really pisses me off about that shit - I didn’t even think to question whether blk bitch 2 is black.
Ain’t that some shit?
Ooops, I said "ain’t" – someone is gonna cut up my Black Card!
***rolls eyes and then wonders if that'll be interpreted as more "puttin on"***
Comments like that aren’t about a real question…they are about a narrow definition of what black is, what a black woman thinks, worries about, sounds like, acts like, supports and how we present ourselves.
And black women who are strict constructionists of the Code of Correct Blackness cringe when someone steps outside that box…they lash out when someone resists conforming to their boring ass rules…and ultimately they disrespect the hell out of people in an attempt to regulate the behavior of others.
I get that.
I think it is sad as hell, but I get it.