I do realize the previous post contained a helluva lot of beige... #noShade (omygah, pun!!!). I promise my next post will be full of Chanel Iman, Zoe Saldana, Jourdan Dunn, Michelle Obama. Ya know. Some b.b.b.'s (Although, as this is my blog, I reserve the right to pull rank and reference the ninja witch, the baddest bitch, and that hoe who snatched her cat back *thank god she did* whenever I see fit. b.b.b.'s or not, their unapologetic hood ways tickle my fancy.)
But for now, a little Window Seat... Erykah Badu challenged us to challenge groupthink! I learned that term in some sociology or business ethics class at some point during undergrad. When I truly challenge it, I'll let you know.
I promise that I too will walk my black ass to Rittenhouse Square, right there on 18th & Walnut and strip out of a Cornell hoodie, sweats, white tee, wife beat to reveal some Victoria's Secret "Pink" b&w striped boyshorts, a black bra, and the quick glimpse of some faint abs (if you blink you'll miss 'em) buried beneath the last 5lbs I have to lose... I so digressed that bitch.
My point is... I ain't doing that shit! Erykah is crazy as hell, but I respect it! I do. And her ass!
But no seriously her ass... Did ya'll see that shit, jealous.
Now check Badu out "traumatizing" the beige chirr'uns with theatrics, social commentary, and butt ass nakedness.