I don’t know what it is about this generation of people, but shit always seems to never either be enough or not up to an ever elusive and esoteric standard. Everybody is fucking critic or some crackpot expert/authority on any and everything. You like to eat steak? There is a million fuckers teeming all over the net and social media ready to attack, shame, and overall degrade you for your choice. You like to eat vegetables exclusively in your diet? There are a million people with there opinions ready to tell you how much more shitty your decision is to do so over what they believe. I don’t know if this is the nature of humans or if technology has created the “culture of cowardice,” where anonymity and without the threat of consequences that said anonymity gives them, creates a cesspool of assholes. These assholes are apart of a community of people who “troll” or purposely annoy the fuck out of people for shits and giggles. Not everybody is with the shits so they “clap back,” which is the term for answering trolls with confidence and a witty retort taken from Ja Rule’s song of the same title which had confidence, but lacking in wit. I cannot for the life of me understand why people find this form of offering their opinions amusing or otherwise worthwhile? I’m sure there are far better ways to exercise ones first amendment rights to freedom of speech.

The more I think about it the more I blame technology for the collapse of tact and the general “I give no fucks, I’m going to say what I want attitude” of folks. The Internet invention of blogs and other opinion-based websites gave birth to the devil incarnate…the comment section! The comment section is were all the fuckboys and fuckgirls come out en mass to congregate and agitate with reckless abandon. The absence of moderation has give rise to people never being satisfied and then having to voice their opinion about it to the world. Kendrick Lamar’s video for his single “Humble,” features an African American woman all glammed up and then the screen cuts to her in a more natural state without all the extras. The camera pans back and forth between the two states of her being in real time while Kendrick spits, “Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor. Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretch marks.” For all the visuals we see of scantily clad sisters with a pound of makeup on and excessive ass shaking in music, Rap in particular, Kendrick’s sentiments are still viewed as “policing Black woman’s bodies.” People aren’t satisfied with the fact that he said he wants to see something “natural like ass with some stretch marks,” which seemingly would imply that he likes to see Black woman as they are without enhancements that are by and large a byproduct of the societal pressure placed on Black woman and their bodies. How is this the focus of “outrage” and we completely ignore the 38 times he says, “bitch” in the chorus?

If Kendrick would have had a bunch of racially ambiguous woman in the video people wouldn’t be satisfied. If he would of sang “Black bodies do what you want with your bodies because they are yours,” people would have said he’s being racist or Black folks would be fake outraged with comments like “ as a Black person how dare he tell me that I can do with my Black body what I want? Thanks Kendrick for the permission smfh.” In the end you’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t. No one is ever satisfied.

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