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A $5 Fallacy: A Short Blog


My friend sent me an article the other day about the median net worth of black women in their liftime. The study said black women are worth $5. Yep $5....that's it.

Here is the article from the Pittsburgh Post-Gazzette:

You know what I say to this BULLSHIGGDY:

Women wouldnt be worth $5 fucking dollars if we actually gave a damn about marriage, wealth building and overal community expansion of weath as a RACE. Stopped COHABITATING and got married. Valued education of our MEN and not measuring manhood in terms of bravado. Marriage can actually help your income (which is how the rich stay and KEEP it rich). Stop giving all your money to the daggone church and being married to Jesus (classic response by manless sistas). Stop going in debt over designer frocks and the hair dresser (none of THESE Mocha does.....) We do have debt....and the recession hit us hard (Even Ihad to sell my home..but I got divorced...so....thats not really the issue). We need men to be MEN and take their rightful place in households....women to grow a PAIR...and say NO sometimes.

Im SICK OF ALL THESE FUCKING ARTICLES demeaning and cutting black women so low. Not only will black women be childless, unmarried, and full of every disease imaginable.....we are WORTHLESS which is essentially what this article is saying. $5??? *smh*

I say to that FUCK YOU MAINSTREAM!! *middle finger* Im not taking the red OR the blue pill and failling in the Matrix! *smh*. If you think this crap just so happens to be a coincidence...you are indeed a fool.

*smh*

Comments

  1. SMDH, this is just crazy in every sense of the word! Black Women only worth 5 freaking dollars. Un real......

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  2. That's amazing that our worth was "valued" at $5. Hmph. *smh*

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