The more you screen shot another's snapchats, the more likely they are going to save a bad photo of you perhaps with your retainer in and acne cream smudged across your forehead (true story).
The attitude is, “How dare Black women have self-esteem when the Black community is having such a hard time?
” (Like one can’t thrive if the other is doing well.) As I told my friend, I know who my Master/Mistress is, and that is not the media, Steve Harvey, or some trifling Negro blasting misogynist curse words at me from his stereo speakers in the name of some other trifling Negro’s alleged musical/artistic license.
Thus, we don’t have as much romantic currency in North American society as, say, White women. Who can argue that Black women are constantly being low-rated in the media, and in rap songs played by trashy Negroes passing by in their 1965 beat-up Buicks that they put thousand-dollar rims on? My solution to the current Black-on-Black dating situation facing Black women is to encourage Sisters to stop worrying about Black men, and start tending to their own self-esteem.
Instead of lowering standards and dating men who are clearly unworthy or worse, sharing a part of a supposed decent man with another Sister, we should start embracing our uppity.