Note: The following article was not written by me.
What is the Deal With Black Women and Trophies?
Terry McMillain Audio Interview (Warning: Terry DOES curse in this interview!)
It's oblivious looking at pics of her man that he was fruity. Star Jones' husband is even worse because she knew he was sleeping with men before they got married. Both of these hoes went around spitting that man hating bullshit. Terri made a living at it but Star was worse to me. I remember one day flipping through the channels and hearing her say, "I don't need a man, I have shoes." She was doing Payless commercials at the time which shows what a whore she is. She wouldn't be caught dead in no damn Payless shoes, but she was willing to sell her image. For someone who acts as upscale as her, hawking $12 shoes is a big deal. It's even worse than those Olympics athletes in McDonalds commercials.
Now Terri McMillan and lots of other women are blowing up the down low phenomenon. They try to act like every black man is secretly bisexual and just using them for money. For years McMillan has been the main character assassin of the black male image. All of her books dissed black men except for one, How Stella Got Her Groove Back. This book was based on her true life story. Terri was married to her job (common to women too damaged to have a personal relationship), and her main focus was cranking out book after book. Her son realized how crazy she was becoming and urged her to go on vacation. So she flies down to Jamaica where she meets a man who sweeps her off of her feet. She of course marries him and brings him back to the states. The book\movie ends there. Back to real life: After a few years of marriage she finds out that he's gay and files for divorce. Unfortunately she didn't sign a prenup. He's probably gonna walk off with half of her money in addition to damages for defamation. You see Terri doesn't know how to shut the fuck up. She's gotta run her mouth nonfucking stop like most black women nowadays.
The funny thing is that she talks about him for being gay and calls him a fag, but it's been rumored for years that Terri is gay. She always surrounds herself with man hating lesbians. There's a very good possibility that he was her beard and she's nervous about being outed. Even if she's straight, it's still her fault. All of the signs of him being gay were there. She was just too busy trying to get a trophy and not a man. I see alot of that shit. Females care more about satisfying their friends expectations than their own personal needs. That's why i tell y'all to keep pretty girls in isolation for as long as possible. She'll be fine with you as long as you keep her away from chickenheads. I got a whole new understanding of women's need for a trophy when I graduated college last year.
I couldn't find a job (still haven't found one that pays enough to support myself), so I sat around the house living bummy and feeling shitty. When I had money I couldn't get a sista if my life depended on it. Now that my savings was wiped out hoes were breaking their necks trying to look at me. I used to go to class pretty well dressed. Not quite preppy or prettyboy but I was color coordinated and wore clothes that didn't require alot of ironing to look nice. I would dress up and wear a suit atleast once a week. I got plenty of stares and nods from indian and asian girls but that was it (I should've holla'd but I was determined to have a black woman and I feel like a dumbass). But when I was unemployed and barely had gas money to meet my mom for lunch (which she paid for), I had sistas galore checking me out. I was walking around in old t-shirts with holes in em, shorts with ashy legs, and a fro that hadn't been shaped up in couple months. I had hoes in BMWs and Infinitis making googly eyes at me. They were fine ones too! It was then that I understood.
Modern black women want men who have it all but there are few brothers balling like that compared to the number of sisters who are. So what they do is try to find a brother who they can fix up and show off to their friends. It's like "pimp my ride" for boyfriends. It turns out that I'm an excellent "sleeper". I didn't look like much but I would clean up real easy. One glance at my diamond encrusted Big XII college ring and they were interested. They might seem like women who were just looking for a good man with potential but they were really vultures circling their prey. They ain't interested in guys like me, just bragging rights. Don't believe me? Turn them down when they offer you money or attempt to become financially independent if you're shacked up with one. I bet you'll see some kind of resistance. If you say you wanna start a business, she'll probably discourage you and point you in the direction of a low paying job that takes forever to advance or is a dead end. If she doesn't do that she'll probably be one of the braggers who'll act like you've already started your business when she's around her friends.
Last but not least: She'll drag your ass to a bunch of parties with people you don't know. You'll never get to really meet anyone at the parties because she'll drag you around like a toddler the whole night. She absolutely has to introduce you to all of the guests. To show off your intelligence she'll keep bringing up questions for you to answer. She already knows the answers but she wants you to look good so she looks good. The questions are usually about something that sounds sophisticated but is just some kind of pseudo-intellectual fad or faux consciousness. The topic du jour is African diamonds (when she brings them up, direct the conversation towards her diamond earrings, there will be a fucking riot). Apparently it was important until Kanye wrote a song about it. Never mind the fact that it's been in the news for years. Hell, there are atleast two James Bond movies on the subject. The latest being "Die Another Day", which came out over two years ago. When you get tired of her bullshit and leave she'll just demonize you and all other black men until she finds another trophy.
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-B
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