Every time Black women collectively admire a man for whatever attribute they find appealing, there’s a salty a** collection of Black men who pop up to shame them for it. It’s like clockwork.
Sisters were “whorish” for lusting over D’Angelo, “color struck” for admiring Jesse Williams, “ratchet” for liking Jeremy ‘Hot Felon’ Meek’s looks (not actions), “thirsty” for loving Idris Elba, and “Negro bed wenches” if they dug Fitz or Jake with Olivia (Scandal).
WHO is this elusive mystical, miracle mystery man that Black women can collectively adore, and not be shamed by these clown shoes, clit-blockers? No one. That’s who.
You see, it doesn’t matter if the man is light, dark, creative, criminal, conscious, real or scripted, if Black women admire him, the Black Butthurt Brothahood will rise up to put them and/or him down.
This beta male behavior is masked as respectability, misogynistic modesty standards designed to control Black women’s bodies by way of their minds.
Truth is, quasi-conscious misogynists will never, ever be satisfied with any man that Black women choose, even if Black women chose them.
Call it what it is, fellas: insecurity.
Be man enough to admit that you don’t feel man enough. Stop putting sisters on the defense for being appreciative of positive traits you don’t possess, and maybe you’ll be more appreciated for positive traits that you do possess. #dontBSyourself