Written by brokencool writer Ru Black
What in the entire fuck is wrong with you? Why, in all the world of whys and hows, would you invite Chris Brown to remix a track with you, and also to appear on one of his songs? Just…why? See, this is what happens when you think that good sex with bad niggas is greater than peace of mind and self-respect.
Let that simmer. Good sex, bad niggas.
Get your fucking mind right, girl. He beat your pretty little face to a bloody pulp then threw chairs through windows and disrespected journalistic legends because his dick is too big for him to realize his wrongful actions. I’m really trying to wrap my mind around this one.
It can’t be for publicity, you don’t need it. You’re the princess of fucking pop right now. Did Jesus tell you to forgive Chris? Cause honestly I bet Jesus is giving you BOTH the gas face this morning. I want to blame BET. I want to blame the Grammys. I want to blame your father. I want to blame the price of tea in China but no…I blame you. I blame your hypocritical, quasi-victimized self. You.
It’s not about Chris at this point. It’s not even about being a role model to your fan base. It’s about the fact that you just told the world you have low self-esteem. That you would rather take your lumps, swallow your own blood and sing through the pain, than work through the real issues at hand.
Harriet Tubman did not die for this, and you’re crazy as the fuck if you think people aren’t looking at you sideways right now.
Wipe your mouth, sweetie, your daddy issues are showing.