The New Breed of Floozy
I’ve been seeing the name Kat Stacks buzzing around the internet for the past couple of months. I wasn’t really sure who she was or what she did, so I looked into it. As soon as I did, I wish I hadn’t bothered. If this chick isn’t a complete waste of a uterus, I don’t know what is.
For those who are unaware, Kat Stacks’ day job appears to be sleeping with rappers, jumping on YouTube to tell the world she did so, giving out their telephone numbers, then trying to avoid a beat down from said rappers for exposing them. There are videos of her all over, like this one, where she brags about sleeping with Lil Wayne and his whole crew, for which Lil Wayne gave her $1200. She seems proud of that, which confuses me on two counts: 1. While I understand Mr Wayne may be a rather popular rapper, he’s hardly the best looking fella on the block and 2. Mr Wayne is a millionaire, probably a few times over. He gave you $1200. I fail to see how any of this is brag-worthy.
There’s video after video of her telling us who she’s slept with and how much money she managed to wrangle out of them. Where is all this money she’s making from it going? Certainly not on clothes or a haircut. I can’t imagine there’s much conversation taking place before intercourse because the girl’s voice sounds like nails on a blackboard and she can barely string a sentence together. Hardly the sharpest tool in the box, this poor thing doesn’t seem to have connected the dots to see that sleeping with men and getting paid for it would actually make you a prostitute.
All the men she’s slept with are outraged that they’ve been exposed. I’m no genius, but once you see a chick with questionable sexual morals screwing anything in pants and bragging about it on YouTube and you don’t want to be involved in her shit show, it’s probably be advisable to not sleep with her in the first place.
Ms Stacks is just part of a growing number of women who, rather than actually apply themselves and do something with their lives, use sex as a means of getting their 15 minutes. In my world, if you sleep with a guy and all his friends, you’d go into hiding and change your identity before you were ever caught bragging about it on the internet. This Kat Stacks is clearly a different breed, labouring in an alternate universe. When did this become OK? Why is she putting sex and money before self respect? And here’s the worrying part folks – she’s a mother! Yes, she has a child. It’s fair to say with a mother like that, that poor bastard doesn’t stand a chance.
Kat Stacks should be made to hand her vagina in at the nearest police station. She’s not intelligent enough to be in possession of one. Her and her behaviour reflect badly on all women. If the men she associates with ever step outside their bubble and approach a woman who cuts her bangs, can hold a conversation and doesn’t put out after the first 2.5 minutes, it’ll throw their whole world off its axis.
And it makes me sad, as a hip hop fan, that women like her are running all through it. It can be hard listening to hip hop at the best of times with the way some rappers talk about women, then I look at Kat Stacks and think goddamnit, they’ve got a point!
Ladies, gentlemen, children, pets, aliens, vermin, each and every living creature on earth, I urge you to ignore this idiotic walking sexually transmitted disease. Fathers, hug your daughters! God forbid you ever have a Kat Stacks on your hands. Ladies, respect yourselves. Value your sexuality and don’t just give it to whoever is willing to give you $1200. Have some class. Show a little decorum. Cover your boobs. Get a haircut. Learn to read. Speak in full sentences. Be eloquent. Be beautiful. DO BETTER. BE BETTER. GROW. LEARN. PROGRESS.
Don’t ever, in your life, aspire to be a Kat Stacks.
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