“Tamika beat a bitch ass in K-Mart 1977”

Welcome to the “The bad girl club”

I have to admit l liked all three seasons. I guess I like just seeing a butch of stupid bitches act crazy. What does the bad girls club say about the state of American youth? Watching the bad girls club taught me a lot of things about myself. I learned never to drink and be angry. Never talk back to bartenders. Never start fights that you can’t win. Never fight drunk because it’s looks stupid.

The season finale of this bad boys clubs I knew was about to explode. I mean you can’t go to a foreign country and start fighting. It’s not America. It’s freaking Mexico. I don’t want to be in jail in Mexico. I saw the horror documentaries.

Typically the most angry girl in the house is always black. She has the worse attitude, can’t tell her nothing. She is usually always the bully of the house. Things go wrong when they cast two black girls because both bitches like bulldogs will be fighting for power. The white girl somehow always seem to try to get along, the black girls are never having it. It’s so damn stereotypical.
I hate watching black women on reality television because the truth is frightening. Why are so many black women so damn mad?

I feel sorry for the girls because they are young, get plastered with liquor and made to be clowns. They feed on each others insecurities and are willing to give their power away for 15 secs of fame.

I was young once. I had such a bad attitude. Some days I still have a bad attitude but I learned it was me who caused all the drama. They say the bravest thing to do is to walk away. War is all about somebody winning at any cost. Peace is about trying to find common ground to work in co-harmony. I guess that’s why nations have treaties.

Yet, sometimes you really just want to slap a bitch. Some people just push the wrong buttons. It’s usually misplaced anger. I find I really don’t like those who try to make me feel inadequate or dumb. I know I don’t have the best speech, grammar or etiquette but it really pisses me off when others point in out in a shady bitchy manner. I find myself wanting to rip their throat out. Yet, I don’t. I don’t even joke with bitches anymore. I walk away. It's called B.A.C.K. away (breath, become aware, cheese a fake smile and Keep in control)

Yes, rejection hurts. Yes, if I feel life is all about proving my bad ass attitude and when I’m challenge, there is anger. But there is also something behind that anger. It’s hurt. It’s pain. It’s a chance for me to learn to heal. I really feel it is unnecessary to fight unless I feel my life or love one’s life is in real danger. All the yelling and name calling that’s kid’s play. I don’t have bail money. I barely have rent money. Jail is a booming business for crazy black people like myself so I'm saving my money. When it all comes down to to, it' all about money. REally, think about it.

I don’t think on anyone’s tombstone there is an inscription that states “Tamika beat a bitch ass in K-Mart 1977.”