I mean, some of them have it bad…like scabies. They break out in hives every time you mention there just might be a teency-weency-itty-bitty problem going on with relationships (or lack thereof) between black women and men. Point of the facts, their throat closes. State the obvious, they start itching all over.
I refuse to play nice. I may get knocked down by Boom Qui Qui, but I’ll keep getting up. Unless I get a concussion, in which case I may have to sleep it off. BUT AFTER THAT, I’ll be back!!!