I am not exactly a fan of Tyler Perry’s. I didn’t get into his plays and his movies left a sour taste in my mind’s mouth. Not because I thought he was coonin’ or whatever issue it is that makes people hate TP with such fervent hate. Maybe he slapped your mother or something I don’t know. But it wasn’t until I saw For Colored Girls that it hit me.
Tyler Perry hates black women.
(Gasp. Shock. Awe.)
And it’s crazy because when you see Madea or hear TP’s story you think that he loved black women and was showing his appreciation (for their money) or at the worst lightly ribbing them. And maybe he does love them. But he can’t stand them and that’s for sure.
But this isn’t a blog about Tyler Perry. This isn’t really even a blog about black women. It’s a blog about men. And their hatred of women. Hell, this is a blog about women, and their hatred of women.
This blog is about you.
You might think that you are a nice and fair person. You treat everyone equally, the way you would want to be treated (which is not the correct way to treat people, you should treat them the way they want to be treated…). You might even open a door for a woman from time to time and can’t live your life without one around. You love women. You’re awesome.
But the sad thing is; it’s that Elmyra kind of love.
You remember Tiny Toons? Elmyra loved her some animals. Animals of all kinds. Kitties, doggies, skunks, whatever. Loved them. Once she got a hold of them she squoze (it’s a word to me) the shit out of them until they ran off and never wanted to talk to her again.
I am bombarded with a constant stream of Elmyra love for women while social networking. Yes I did write a blog about it not being real life. But these are real life people with conscious streams of thought being put out there for other people to see. The blanket statements about womankind are so disheartening. You think a Basketball Wife is a golddigging, bitch. Ok that’s fine. Then she is a bitch. WOMEN are not all basketball-player-baby-having-spending-all-his-cash bitches. Be specific with your hate. Sally didn’t say thank you when you opened the door? Sally sucks and next time just slam the door in her face. Some “tree demon” in line in front of you at Walmart? SO WHAT?! Who are you to only be in the presence of extreme beauty? Did she hit you with a chat ‘n cut? No? Then shutup and let her buy her food. Tammi talking smack about you at the job and just hatin’ cause you got your shit together and Tammi just mad cause she single? Let Tammi be mad then. That’s Tammi’s damn problem isn’t it?
Yes you should be taking this personally.
I’m sure you have a mother/wife/daughter/girlfriend/sister/aunt/cousin/friend/Girl Scout/damsel in distress that you would fight tooth and nail to defend if someone said to her half the things you thought about women you barely even know.
Who are you to dictate to someone else how they should live their life when you had nothing to do with how they came into this world in the first place? The specifics of qualities “real” women should have. Do they anatomically qualify? That’s really the only quality they need right? Generalizations based off half truths and edited commentaries can’t really be used to form a proper opinion. “What that ninja do to you?” (in my Snoop from The Wire voice).
Sticks and stones break bones but words do irreparable damage.
This isn’t just a “Bre’s ranting about something again” post. I’m going to make a conscious effort to change the way I speak to, and think about women. Be it strangers or best friends or just acquaintances I only know by screename. Or at least be more direct and specific about my hate.
Do you think you have a generally negative view of women? And don’t be all “I’m not racist, I have two white friends” about it either. If so, what do you think you should do about it? Is this just how mankind is? Are you an equal opportunity sexist? Are you not sexist at all and have been personally offended by this? Speak up. Let me know.