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Why ‘Good Girls’ Are Pissed Amber Rose Got Married

I’ve seen Twitter go ablaze today with the news that stripper, turned video chick, professional jump off to the stars, Amber Rose married her man and child’s father Wiz Kalifa.

The romance was already put under a lot of scrutiny because Amber Rose was Kayne West’s girlfriend, and even then folks were mad at that, saying a woman like her didn’t deserve a man like him. Honestly, I respect Amber Rose’s hustle way more than Kim Kardashian’s… but that’s a whole other blog.

One blogger who I like, tweeted that he wanted to know why so many women were taking it so seriously and were up in arms that Wiz and Amber jumped the broom.

It’s pretty easy.

Women are catty and mean, but it shakes our world like nothing else when it looks like the women we look down on and consider to be loose hoes get married and have families. She poses nude for magazines, I’ve never seen her completely covered up. She owns her sexuality and she puts it out there without any abandon.

There’s a whole lot of resentment and then the rants begin.

“But I got my education, I kept my legs closed. I work everyday. I respect myself. I have four degrees. I own my own business.”

Good for you.

I know I’ve verbally torn down women who I called hoes in college and high school and marveled at how they could be blissfully married or engaged and it seems like I can’t keep a man.

Particularly successful, educated women feel like we should have dibs on the best men. We have a sick sense of entitlement and a laundry list of what we think the man should be, even if we can cook and we can get just as dirty in the bed.

I think there is a resentment because you can argue both sides of the coin. Are women like Amber Rose sexually liberated? And are we mad that we can’t and won’t act out in the same way, or dress provocatively because we don’t want to be labeled as a ho or promiscuous?

Quite possibly. I think all women have a powerful sensuality and sexual side. Due to society, we repress it, but it’s a very real part of us. The women who step out of that challenge both men and fellow women. I do think women need to respect themselves, I do think women should have a certain level of decorum, but I do think women should own their sexuality in a way that is most familar and comfortable to them. It’s hard enough to figure out what we want and how we want to be touched and loved and looked at in that way.

However, when women like Amber Rose or Kim Kardashian get married, or even have successful relationships it makes us mad. It disturbs the natural order. It basically tells us the playing field isn’t even and that if you choose to play by the rules differently, or not follow the rules at all, you can still win.

That makes “good girls” want to pull their hair out. Especially if they tried being someone’s freak and then the phone calls stopped, or they were never seen in public with the guy.

Not only are women like Amber Rose getting married, but their men are serving the public affection and being very open about their admiration, another thing that infuriates the “good girls.”

Most men will tell you that they want to have amnesia and want to only believe they were the one and only man you ever slept with, so when men proudly claim women who have sex tapes out or even run into fellow musicans or athletes who were known to have tapped that ass, “good girls” are ready to throw things. They weren’t even closeted hoes. The nerve!

These women did all of the things folks told us NOT to do in terms of sexual morals, and to boot they profited off of such unbecoming behavior, became successful and continue to win the loins and hearts of successful men.

We have no problem with them being jump offs, but wives?

It’s a direct insult.

Most women place a high value on the title of wife– some women even more than motherhood (while I personally believe being a mother is probably the most intense job a woman will ever have). To be someone’s wife means a man values you enough to claim you and promise to be with you forever. You and only you. That’s the big goal. That’s the dream.

While a lot of women say they love the romantic comedy classic “Pretty Woman” with Julia Roberts as the super sweet prostitute who wins the heart of wealthy businessman Richard Gere, in real life, women aren’t really rooting for her!

They are busy comparing themselves and how much better they are than the “ho.”

We like to believe that everyone is special, and that we are all deserving of love.

And we all are.

But let’s face it. When hoes celebrity or local, get married, it feels like a knife got twisted in the chest of the “good girl who did everything the right way.”

And that, is why the “good girls” are mad.

Good luck Amber and Wiz.

All Aboard! The I Don’t Need A Man Wagon

Bandwagons are most famously used to describe people who don’t care about a particular losing team until the team actually starts winning consistently. Bandwagonism is particularly acute when said team actually has a chance of  winning a championship.

Folks start buying the jerseys, tee shirts, hats, and they pay exorbitant fees to step foot in a stadium they never bothered to before the championship game.

The I Don’t Need A Man Wagon actually works the opposite way. It attracts losers. Not in the sense that you are hopeless and wack, but those who have literally lost in love.

Bitter, angry women hop on, and even take turns driving the thing. And boy are they enthusiastic about how love sucks and is one big joke and that all men are the same and they are better off alone. They buy the shirts, the hats, and they spread the word far and wide that love is a lie and that no one can possibly have a healthy relationship because they didn’t.

Every man is going to lie and cheat and be shiftless, or lack ambition, or not want to grow up.  Chicks with the unlimited pass on the I Don’t Need A Man Wagon believe that it’s better to be angry and give up on men completely and paint them all with the same brush, because the next man is bound to screw it up too.

I don’t hate on the I Don’t Need A Man Wagon. I just hate on folks who never leave it.

In the case of a sports team on a winning streak, bandwagon fans help fuel the economy. Local restaurants are making money hand over fist, street corner bootleggers are getting paid for their wares, even the homeless are getting a few extra bucks outside the stadium. Everyone wins. Bandwagons bring people together for a common cause and generate a larger excitement.

The I Don’t Need A Man Wagon spawns blogs, books, kickboxing classes and single gal vacation packages. The I Don’t Need A Man Wagon pays for new hair cuts, freakum dresses, penis cakes, MAC makeup binges, and endless boxes of girl scout cookies, birthday cake ice cream, SPANX and all sorts of alcohol. The I Don’t Need A Man Wagon could probably form a serious PAC if they wanted to.

So the I Don’t Need A Man Wagon is necessary. It’s a traveling triage unit for broken and bruised female egos. Like sports bandwagons, the IDNAM wagon is fueled by emotion and the desired outcome of winning is always left to chance, so therefore it’s very unstable.

The key is to knowing how and when to get off and move on, which is what bandwagon riders do best anyway.

While on the ride, we all know when even the potential hint of love comes around again, we are going to yank that “this is my stop” rope and leave the rest of those whining, pitiful hags on the wagon with the quickness.

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