Who is Karen??? — Wake Up/Rise Up! Black America

Who is Karen? Karen is a name applied to a white woman who causes a stir because she feels slighted in some way. She may be upset because she feels her rights are being violated (see grocery store I refuse to wear a mask Karen). She may feel the need to antagonize someone from another race for simply existing in a place she feels they do not belong (see why are you in this parking lot Karen).  […]

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Who is Karen?

Karen is a white woman who realizes she was sold the beauty lie. She is not the standard by which all other women are judged. Most Karens are “normal” women who are not the standard of beauty anymore. There is nothing wrong with that! However, society has told her that white women should be 115 lbs., blond, blue-eyed, and perky, which makes them the most beautiful women. However, Karen is not 115 lbs. She is not blond with blue eyes. She is not perky! Her husband knows it too, and he keeps the beauty lie going. Today, she is treated differently, and she knows it. She is treated as a second-class white woman. It is just is not fair! Karen must take her frustrations out on someone. She chooses to get upset, yell, and marginalize people to let her anger out.

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Yep, ‘Karen’ is past her prime, ordinary looking and not at all happy about it. She obviously has a complex about herself because she knows that white women have a very short shelf life. Forget about looking ‘good’ after 30 because it is downhill all the way after that. You can’t hold your own against an actual cow and you know this, but that is no reason to take out your anger on someone whom you think is beneath you. Just because you’re over-the-hill, pasty, unattractive to any man and most likely ‘on the shelf’, you need to just resign yourself to the fact that if you ever had any glory days, they are over. It is no one else’s fault. Deal with the hand you’ve been dealt, ‘Karen’ and stop making the lives of others a living hell just because yours has become one.

No Black woman is to blame, ‘Karen’, if you are married and your man has started wandering. There is no need to call the kkkops on ANY Black people just because that will give you a momentary burst of endorphins. That is fleeting and you will still be ordinary, over-the-hill, probably plump and your husband doesn’t want you any more. It is no Black person’s fault that your man refuses to sleep with you. He will still be chasing a younger woman and so your anger at Black people will avail you nothing. It will more than likely cost you your job, your friends and may impact your credit rating and your bank balance because you will be outed for the racist, hating bitch that you are, ‘Karen’. So save yourself some extreme embarrassment and more than likely, bankruptcy and a failed marriage and stop calling the kkkops on Black people just because you are past your prime and not hardly liking it. Even after you call the kkkops on Black people, you will still be you, ‘Karen’, and there is nothing that calling the kkkops on Black people can do to change that no matter how hard you wish upon a star.

And if you do lose your job, you could always become a ‘sex worker’, but then I highly doubt you’d find a decent pimp to take you on because he knows he’d make no money off of you. You’d just be a $2.00 whore. And can’t no pimp keep that pimp look making a dollar and fifty cent off your hag ass, ‘Karen’. And you certainly couldn’t pay your bills with the fifty cent you’d be left with and base that on any client that may display some interest in you and you’d more than likely get about 2 clients a night and that’s only because they’d already be too drunk to see straight. Face it ‘Karen’, you’re not even good prostitute material. And don’t even bother showing up at a strip club. Why, they’d laugh your ass right out the door and all the way over to your moped before you could blink twice, much less have enough time to call the kkkops just because you’re pissed off over being an old, ugly, pasty-faced, washed up hag.

Just think of it this way, ‘Karen’. At least you still have your ‘white privilege’, for what it’s worth, which is not much since you’re old, used up, plump, haggard and just not attractive at all. But at least you won’t get followed around a store. You won’t get pulled over and harassed or shot dead because you’re not Black. You won’t be denied a loan because you’re not Black. You won’t become a victim of gentrification because you’re not Black. Your children will not be the faces of the school-to-prison pipeline because they’re not Black and the list of the like is endless. And so, you see, ‘Karen’, I have given you many reasons to still think highly of yourself without having to resort to falsely accusing Black people of doing shit to you just because you hate yourself ‘Karen’. Because you do hate yourself, for why else would you do what you do ‘Karen’? You hate yourself and what you’ve become so bad that you are willing to get Black people killed just so that you can feel ‘good’ about yourself. And so, do you know what that means, ‘Karen’? It means that you are also mentally disturbed. Get some help for that shit, ‘Karen’. There are many therapists out there who look just like you and since they are also ‘Karens’, they will know exactly how you feel. They’ll prescribe some shit that’ll have those endorphins going strong in no time flat. Try it ‘Karen’, you’ll be glad you did and for the love of Maybelline and Mary Kay, get the fuck over yourself!

💔​​Cultural Racism Is Keeping People Single💔 — The Eye Wall

Dear T.S.P. Family, I recently composed a meme where I expressed the importance of incorporating the effects systematic racism has had on American society when we’re having discussions about what a healthy romantic relationship should look like. In other words, you can’t talk about “love” without factoring in how “race” affects the way we judge the […]

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So basically what T.S.P. is saying is that white women who date Black men have a fetish about the Big, Black buck with the huge dick, who was off limits back in the picking cotton slavery days. Black men who date white women got, “White women are submissive and won’t give me no lip” syndrome and therefore, are quite the opposite of the “Angry Black Ghetto Queen.” Black women who date white men do so because the Black man is broke-assed thanks to slavery since folks who was owned, couldn’t own a damn thing. And white men date Black women because they’ve got “My sex slave in the slave quarters” syndrome, that also is thanks in part to white men heading for the slave quarters after having not been satisfied by their white wife, AGAIN….back in the picking cotton slavery days. And some whites just have “I want to piss off my relatives by dating Blacks” syndrome and those of us who are single ain’t down with none of that. We got ourselves a big ole case of needing all up and down on some counseling.
Let me break MY situation down. I don’t date because I was married to a broke ass Black man who spent all of his earnings on the lottery and on card games played for money while I had to take care of the bills, but the thing is see, I knew he was broke assed and I married him anyway. And now that I have been divorced for quite some time, there ain’t nothing white, Black, purple or blue that’s worth me even looking at because with all of the STDs out there, if anybody thinks that I am going to dive back into the dating pool, they have got another think coming. Not to mention that if anyone has heard of the show, “The Bachelor,” then you know that the number one reason contestants are eliminated is due to STDs, namely herpes, which is incurable and many did not even know they had an STD until they tried out for that show. So, they have been spreading herpes to all and sundry. Yeah! Think about that for a minute or two. Let it sink in.
“ABC is testing for drugs—but perhaps more importantly, the network is checking for STDs.”

“As soon as the medical tests came back, you’d see that herpes was the biggest thing,” Hatta told Kaufman. “And sometimes you’d be the first person to tell a contestant that they had herpes. You’d be like, ‘Uh, you should call your doctor.’ Why? ‘We’re not going to be able to have you on our show, but you should call your doctor.’”

And with the way folks bed hop these days, I ain’t down with that. Nor am I down with having to attend every doctor’s appointment that my significant other goes to because I need to know just what the hell he is doing when I am not around. And the Black men I see in my day to day activities ALL want to know if I know how to cook! “Hell no and I ain’t yo mama!” Those old ass bastards want someone to take care of their sick asses. As long as I can remember, some old ass man has always been looking up in my face wanting me to get with them, acting like they something because our first date would be at their ‘Senior Living’ facility. Seriously??!!
I do believe that some of us don’t date because we are perfectly fine with being single. I don’t think it has everything to do with racism and who is poor and who is rich or about a fetish and because we need counseling because we as Black people have been subjected to every vile and atrocious thing whites could throw at us and so we are mentally and physically tired of the shit. We are, but at the same time, being single has its perks. You don’t have to worry about STDs. You don’t have to worry about what your ‘partner’ is doing when you’re not around; that trust issue. You don’t have to fake orgasms or feel like you are obligated to have sex with someone when you don’t want to have sex and the peace of being alone has its own benefits. You pay your own bills and have no one to drag you down with their issues because we ALL know that everyone brings baggage to the table. Some of us have gotten to a point in our lives where we find enjoyment in being single, carefree and able to do as we please. Call us selfish if you will, but I prefer to call us, “content.” And so I say, “Each to his/her own.”

Lastly, I covered some dating issues in a blog I posted a couple of years ago.