Dear ItGirl of the Millenium,
Word to your ears…Everyone is not trying to be you.
How presumptuous of you to think that everything is ABOUT YOU.
Well, I’m here to tell you, it’s not, Boo.
Your hair weave is spectacular and your designer clothes are smashing, but you never thought of buying a house and your kid can’t even spell P-R-A-D-A. Hhhmmm…isn’t that counter-intuitive?
The I’m-all-there-is-and-you-will-never-be me’s of the world, I’m talking to you!
The world is not here to serve you. And you put your own trash in the garbage.
It’s not about you, sweet pea.
Never was…never will be.
Get the memo and stop kissing your mirror.
We all are tired of your kind.
The Housewives of Atlanta is not quality programming–it’s a warning what can happen to women who lose track and start thinking that they aren’t accountable to certain standards of behavior, and glaring examples of extreme arrested development, coupled by enabling of glamorous sociopaths who obviously have untreated behavioral disorders.
And then the music will play…and people will scream and holler when you call someone a bitch, slap her, and then you get into a fight. Two grown ass women, acting like 16 year old girls. We only wonder which one is going to pull out the box cutter.
Earth to you, Boo. Get a clue. Face yourself, girl. You are ugly as they come and need to expand mentally and spiritually. You’re as empty as air and could provoke one to personally dial 911 before you become a missing person.
Basically, I’m tired of empty-headed women with nothing to prove but who they f*ck, take money from, and what they can buy with their child support check(s).
The world needs people who care and will make it better.
And frankly, no one has time for those who don’t take the time to think about that.