Dear Kim Kardashian, It’s Not Just The “Bo West” Braids, It’s The Whole Damn Thing
Your disrespectful stance against Black Women is culturally revolting
I can’t lie that I relish any opportunity to fuck up The Kardashians — and my reasons are purely obvious. There’s simply nothing remotely refreshing or even interesting about them.
Ironically enough — I just completed a marathon of their decade long reality TV show. I bravely subjected myself to the season that showcased the infamous Paris fiasco — which I callously demolished — guilt-free.
But — there’s also the need to give these over-hyped and woefully overprivileged klan — their full due. You can’t deny that their extreme appearance and unprejudiced adulation — for doing absolutely nothing other than stretching out highly expensive attire to fit their surgically bloated templates — while managing an expanding empire that truthfully laid the blueprint for what is now known as Instagram — is unsettlingly noteworthy.
In the meantime — we have the cultural harassment of the woman who revamped the image of the “unearthed” sex tape by giving those who rely solely on the currency of sexually explicit fare — the permission to proudly dream of reaching loftier heights based on the evidence of flexibility.
Kim Kardashian is the black woman who enjoys making Black women feel as though they need to be taking notes — in order to do this “black thing” bigger and better.
Her younger sisters, Khloe and Kylie have followed suit in the mission to surrender all when it comes to exploiting the primal and regal features that seem to have the fire of durability and envy — when they manifest in White bodies — after hours of surgical enhancements.
In the case of the younger Kardashian — and also Jenner (not that it even matters) — it’s hard to fathom how the intense transformation that straight up produced a whole new being — could’ve been approved by any adult with a conscience.
But, that’s the magic behind one of the world’s most viable brand — it has to be overseen by a ruthless dictator who is more than willing to have her underage daughter become the Black chick that will provide beauty products for other Black chicks that so desperately want to look like her.
Rihanna is currently killing that vibe — if she hasn’t already.
Khloe is actually the most solid of the bunch — not to mention the most fun. Her attitude was already swelling with swagger and so it only made sense to match the hefty derriere and the full blown lips to its rightful owner. Her height and size makes her perfect for Black athletes who are always scouting for that “look” that doesn’t scream “regular Black girl” — but contains all the essentials.
She’s currently in a relationship with a baller who is nothing like the tormented and ousted Lamar Odom — who the tribe tried to save — but unfortunately he couldn’t Keep Up.
Khloe and Kylie are both preggers — and this wasn’t staged out of necessity to save their flagship series from flatlining when it was revealed that the ratings were dangerously dipping. It makes total sense that the storyline would veer into adding more bi-racial babies into the mix because they’re so damn cute and it’s the futuristic thing to do.
Back to Kim — the Black sista with a penchant for stripping on social media to reveal what her genius rapper bloke literally went bonkers for the minute he set eyes on the beauty who has nothing else to offer than the misinformation of how he scored.
Mrs. West recently incited ire for posting polaroids that were styled for that retro feel — that’s supposed to make you nostalgic for the late seventies and early eighties when White women like Bo Derek were able to freely romp around the beach — with braids — as the California sun adoringly sprinkled it’s endorsement.
Her “Bo West” presentation isn’t impressing a lot of observers who feel that her time is up when it comes to appropriating the shit that she assigns elsewhere — instead of properly labeling the treasure chest of inspiration — that has basically given her a lifestyle that is enviably unmatchable.
As she ages — her aesthetic has become more noticeably ethnic. Her skin tone for editorial photo shoots and makeup tutorials evoke “the deep tan” that has become the badge of honor. Her lips are succinctly pouty and heighten the newly-installed cheekbones that are formidable enough to compliment the jet-black sleek mane — that flows down the butt she paid way too much to garner.
One minute she’s “Cher” and then the next she’s whatever she needs to be to secure enough distance from the fear that time isn’t on her side. Her career as the unapologetic vulture who takes pleasure in the notion of being publicly disrespectful to Black women is rapidly coming to an end.
It’s really not about this temporary diversion that honestly doesn’t deserve all the attention it’s getting due to the fact that she actually does a disservice to the actress she’s emulating — it’s the whole damn thing.
It’s the audacity of these non-Black women who aren’t in any way supportive of the community they’re stealing from — shamelessly and brutally inserting their need to compete with women who are naturally blessed with the features they can buy — but can’t quite fit into.
What’s worse is that Kim Kardashian West knows exactly what she’s doing and doesn’t give a fuck. Her life has shaped up into a big shiny bow of wins that are boosted by her ability to cater to the appetite of Black men who can’t stand how their own women tend to look “too Black” for comfort.
When a young Black woman dares to call out an over-rated rapper on Twitter — who pathetically searched himself and stumbled on the hilarious Tweet — the first thing he does is to shame her “nappy hair.”
But when White women pose with Afros, cornrows and undies — this is considered revolutionary and Instagram-worthy. Somehow dark-skin with the accompaniment of all the things that aren’t transferable in the realm of global desirability — is too harsh or not well suited for sophisticated encounters.
Former White women like Iggy Azalea and Mrs. Kardashian West are more than up to the challenge of parading their stolen wares with pride as the Black men who are paid to care and indulge give them the platform required for such gross display of negligence and appalling supremacy.
But, in the years to come — this method of assault by White women against Black women will eventually wane. Nothing beats the real thing and sooner rather than the later — the disturbingly swollen replicants in our midst will wither under the strain of the renaissance that is currently underway.
In the meantime — there’s no harm in entertainingly enduring the self-destructive phase. After all — it’s clearly the best part of all.