Yes, you so do. Because you are ruining the game for real women such as myself and I can no longer let that happen…
Now, I already addressed the epidemic of “men” males running around picking their broads based on traits as sociologically advanced as eye color, hair grade, ass size and whatever the fuck is passing for intelligent discourse these days (and the consequent bitching and moaning about her not being worth shit) but I have yet to come down on YOU heauxs. Allow my correction in that error. My wisdom is to rain down on your heads with great care. I PRAY THEE YOUR ATTENTIONS.
Ma’am, why are you walking around like people owe you something? They don’t. The size of your ass, span of your hips and skeeziness of your snatch do not make you. Ambitiousness is made of sterner stuff… or at least it SHOULD be. (Why yes, that WAS a nod to Shakespeare. thanks for noticing.) I have no qualms with a woman who understands the game. And by game, I mean that life is played squarely on a chessboard of self-awareness. If you haven’t mastered this, go back to “Start” and do not collect your $200 when you pass “Go,” heaux.
However, if you hold the manual then heed it. It does not fail. How are y’all “wookin pa nub” with these dudes who have only ever addressed you by the ridiculous names they have given to your body parts and personality traits??? Then you have the audacity to post your “assets” and fuckery on every social media outlet that will gladly sell your rights to whomever for a dollar and call yourself “real”??? Ma’ams! Have a seat.
How is it that there are women out here who have not figured out that the way YOU TREAT YOURSELF dictates the way OTHERS TREAT YOU? How do you not know that if you allow these lame ass bastards to address you by your “panty cakes” then that is ALL YOU WILL EVER BE to them? How do you not understand that bettering YOURSELF not only makes you a better choice than the wackjob next to you, but makes YOU FEEL BETTER ABOUT YOURSELF???
I’m not saying that if you have it, you can’t or shouldn’t flaunt it. By all means, please do. But don’t make it the ONLY thing you are about. Why yes, Diva has shown a li’l skin here and there. My current Twitter avi has caused many a manner of havoc all up and THROUGH my mentions and my DM’s. But, is that ALL people see of me? NO!!! In fact, most tell me that they are intimidated to approach precisely because I am not the typical dizzy broad they are used to drooling over. It is sexy when they can have a peak at some fantastic cleavage or some succulent leg area and yet, be regaled with intelligent, classy and thought-provoking conversation. Yes, ladies. I not only own a copy of the manual, I write and edit that bad boy regularly.
Grow up, ma’ams. Understand that ONLY being a sex object is the LAMEST thing on earth to be known for. Now, being an intelligent, ambitious, astute woman who HAPPENS to be sexy and fun on TOP of all that makes you what is considered a B.O.S.S. (a Bitch of Superior Standing, if you will). That is what I aspire to be every day. Yes, I fall short of goals at times, but the one thing you won’t catch me doing is acting like any of you slores who haven’t figured it out. You will however, at some point, aspire to be like me… and good for you.
See, these “men” males don’t owe you anything. Not even RESPECT if you won’t give it to yourselves. Men are very sexual, visual creatures. Nothing wrong with that… but when you couple that with putting every piece of skin you have on Front Street, he NEVER sees YOU. And ma’am, let me just say that if your body is that amazing that you don’t care that that’s all they see, then you are wasting every bit of fantastic that God gave you. Instead of throwing it up for FREE on Instagram like a lame slore, buy a domain name, get some professional pics done and CHARGE these mofo’s to ogle you. That’s the type of moves a B.O.S.S. bitch would make, anyway. You idiots are just giving the friggin milk away.
Pay attention. And by all means, LEARN from these jewels. They are here to help you shine.
Show us your Soul Glo, ladies.