Some white woman just asked me (awkwardly) for a foundation that was MY skin tone and red or pink lipstick because she was going to an Africa themed party.
Someone give me the strength to keep my hands to myself.
YOOOOO did she just ask you for some black girl beauty tips to do some fucking black face?!
She is about to catch these hands.
Her: You are unfit to work here, I’m just asking for advice on how to look like you. You’re not even helping me.
Me: You want advice on how to look like me? You can’t. You don’t have African American biological parents. And frankly, I am disgusted that you think that you can use my race, or likeness, as a costume. I am human, not a caricature. And I refuse to help anyone who thinks it’s okay to be so blatantly racist.
Her: I AM NOT A RACIST. *storms off to find my manager*
Let’s see how this works out.
OH my fucking god, where the hell do you work?!
Jesus fucking-Yo I can’t even this is wild. Like I really do hope your manager would kick that bitch out.
……..I wholeheartedly wish a bitch would. I WISH a bitch would.
They say that violence is the answer, but sometimes… it makes a very salient point, ya feel me. Fuck that broad.
Just spend an unreasonable amount of time putting 3 strand twists in my head. I’mma see how these mothafuckas work for a twist out in the morning. Betta be cute n shit. Harrumph.