Thursday, July 1st, 2010
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.
Tags: whores
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Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009
Actually, that’s a lie. I don’t. And I wish everyone would chill out with trying to sex everyone else up too. So stop trying to hump someone’s leg and listen up.
There’s no doubt we’ve become a hyper-sexualised society. Oh sure, it all started innocently enough. Calvin Klein underwear billboards used to get the pulse racing and generated complaints. Fast forward to 2009 and the interweb has become a haven for every two bit perv to try and get his rocks off.
This was hammered home to me recently when some guy started following me on Twitter, exchanged a couple of pleasantries with me, then out of the blue sent me a message asking ‘do you have any ass shots for me?’ Um, excuse me? Twitter is flooded with whores. Literally. At least 17 times a day, I have to block people hawking Britney Spears porn videos (complete with a profile picture of Britney fellating a giant penis). My Twitter profile describes me as ‘Writer. Talker. Fabulous hair haver. Wearer of high heels. Fashion lover. Blogger. Laugh maker.’ Nowhere in there does it say ‘distributor of pictures of my ass.’
But, this guy probably thought that was an appropriate question to ask. He’s bombarded with porn all the time. And sadly, there are girls on Twitter, other social networking sites, the internet and life in general, who are all too happy to give you a detailed account of their sexual activity, complete with pictures, if you require. I however, am certainly not one of them. Those girls are sad, lonely, attention seeking whores who didn’t get enough hugs from their dads as children. And so they spend their days tweeting about how horny they are or how big their boobs are in the hope that some sad, horny boy (and when I say ‘boy’ I mean anyone of the male variety between the ages of 4 and oh, I don’t know, death) will pay them some mind.
The problem is, those girls let the side down. They don’t realise the effect that their own desperate need for attention has on the rest of us. Men then think that we are all that way, that we are all so desperate for attention that they can speak to us however they like. And we’ve come to accept it. Even if a guy doesn’t speak to us directly that way, we may see him speak to or about other women that way and we don’t speak up.
That leads to situations like the one recently involving Marlon King, a footballer here in the UK who, when a woman spurned his advances, groped her and punched her in the face, breaking her nose. It is yet to be determined whether the source of his frustration was him being rejected or the fact that he plays for Wigan (I don’t know much about football, but my understanding is that playing for Wigan is tantamount to having a casual kick about in the park with your mates on a Sunday). So as women, when we decide not to act like whores, we can expect to be knocked the hell out.
At times it feels like we women cannot win. Men drool over the whores, but when they decide they are ready for something more serious, can’t wait to slander the names of the very chicks they were happy to make whoopie with before. Or if we choose to not stand to be spoken to in certain ways and reject their cheap, tacky behaviour, then we are uptight, frigid bitches (I prefer the term ‘lady,’ but whatever).
In short, there is a way to speak to and about women. Men, you need to master it and women, we need to expect it and not settle for less.
Tags: douchebags, dumb bitches, having some sort of moral compass, whores
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