I don't just talk; I practice what I believe in. I stopped watching the CW when they got rid of all the Black shows. If we're not good enough for your station, you won't be getting my views. I don't boycott one person for rape and rape culture and not the others. I wanted to raise Marvin Gaye from the dead and kick his ass once I learned his history with a sixteen-year-old. I had to delete him from my playlist. I got rid of Tupac from my playlist. I don't even listen to hip hop anymore. The rape culture is too glaring. I will no longer watch Black-ish. I can't listen to Michael Jackson or Prince. I don't listen to David Bowie. I get uncomfortable riding with people when R. Kelly comes on the radio and I can't turn it off or switch the station. I did not march for Alton Sterling. I could go on and on. Some have even told me I take things to the extreme. But I stand firm in what I believe in. Racism, rape and rape culture, pedophilia, and child molestation have no place anywhere in my life.
So last night/early this morning, I had the unfortunate chance to watch the movie Only 4 One Night, starring Brian White and Karrueche Tran. It was over an hour of my life that I can't get back. To make matters worse, I was in the kitchen pouring myself some libations when the opening credits were rolling so I didn't get to see that child molester, Chris Stokes, had directed this movie. I didn't find that out until after the fact. The premise goes a little something like this: Brian and Karrueche are happily married, the perfect couple. Karrueche's sister suffers a great loss, ends up in their guest room. Karrueche has to leave to go support her and Brian's son. The sister is left with the husband...and you know where this is going.
But listen, the movie was basically a rip off of all the other movies about crazy women becoming obsessed with men after sex or just becoming plane ol' obsessed. If you've seen Obsessed, Single White Female, Hand that Rocks the C…
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