Let me take you back to 1998.
In 1998, you were able to freely express your opinion and distaste about any subject. Whether it was music, politics or fashion, if you wanted to express your opinion freely, and it possibly went againt popular opinion, that was fine. It was called having an opinion, and freely expressing it.
Back then, if I didn’t like a subject Oprah talked about on her show, it was ok for me to say that I didn’t like it, and to say why I didn’t like it. If I didn’t like a popular artist being played on the radio, fine, I could say that and be done with it. No big deal. If I didn’t like a tv show that everyone was raving about, that was my opinion. Everything isn’t for everybody, right?
Here we are, inching towards the end of 2009, and for the past couple of years, if you DARE express distaste in anything, if you DARE express your opinion that seems to go against the grain, if you DARE state that you don’t actually like something, it’s not called having a fucking opinion any more, it’s called “HATING”.
Where the fuck is my DeLorean, take me back to 1998, where I can freely express my own opinion without having the “You’re A Hatermongers” jump down my throat. For the record, the definition of a monger is:
(noun) a person who is involved with something in a petty or contemptible way (usually used in combination): ex. a gossipmonger.
The “You’re A Hatermongers” are those people who just can’t take any opinion that is in distinct contrast to theirs, which I consider quite petty, because what kind of world would it be, if everyone shared the same opinion?
God forbid you don’t think Beyonce isn’t the second coming, or that Jay-Z isn’t the greatest of all time, or that Tyler Perry isn’t the greatest damn filmaker of all time, or that Oprah isn’t god, or that Kim Kardashian isn’t nothing but a white chick with a fat ass who likes black peen, or red Kool-Aid doesn’t taste as good as the purple Kool-Aid, the “You’re A Hater Mongers” are ready to jump down your throat and label you a hater.
Seriously, back in 1998, what were people being called then? Oh yeah, just people with opinions.
If I wanted to share my opinion as to why the 280 lb woman I saw the other day on the beach in a bikini, really shouldn’t have on a bikini, that’s my right to say so. I’m not hating on her ass (pun intended).
If I don’t think Tyler Perry is nothing but a man in drag, who makes horrible movies, then that’s my opinion, and shit, this is my blog and I’ll state that 10,000 times if I wanted to.
Damn you, Emitt Tyler Perry. I’m convinced you have negroes on your payroll around the world to write in your honor and comment every time someone talks bad about you or expresses their disdain with you. Which brings me to an email I received last week while I was on vacation, and I quote:
Dear Fungke Blak Chik:
Why are you so jealous of Tyler Perry? Why are you hating on him? Is it because he has more money than you? Is it because he’s more famous than you? Tyler Perry’s movies are ground breaking and great for the black community. It’s a shame people like you are always hating on other successful people. Get a life.
Allow me one second as I laugh again at this email.
When I read this email, I couldn’t help but to laugh, but then I actually felt sorry for the person who wrote it. I felt sorry that they had so much time on their hands and cared so much about Tyler Perry that they felt the need to write me about him, because they feel that I’m jealous of him.
Clearly they must have mistaken me for someone who gave a damn. Clearly they thought that I wouldn’t laugh at their drivel and possibly write about it. Clearly they think that their email would reform me and make me a Tyler Perry fan. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. All it did was provide me with comedy relief for the day. So I thank, “Anonymous” for that. It’s really hard for anyone to make me laugh, and bring me to tears, but you accomplished that in a few short sentences.
Don’t even let me begin to talk about people who are always thinking someone is personally hating on them. Bitch please, ain’t nobody hating on you (had to throw that double negative ebonics in there). Recently I saw someone’s bio on twitter, “Making my haterz, my motivaterz”. First of all, obviously you’re not hooked on phonics. I didn’t know whether to laugh or feel sorry for them. If the only thing in life motivating you, are the supposed people ‘hating’ on you, I think you might be suffering from delusions of grandeur, and you may want to rethink your purpose in life. I mean, what if there are truly people out there who couldn’t give a rats ass about you? Here you are walking around thinking people are ‘hating’ on you. What’s truly your motivation then? I just don’t get it.
Anyways, I digress.
That’s my OPINION and I’m sticking to it. Feel free to flood my inbox with ‘hate’ mail (LOL)!