This video has made it way around the Internet, and I for one am glad about it.

You know what stuck out to me as relevant to BB&W? The woman who says that she can go outside of her community (aka a white one) and people will compliment her on the beauty of her skin tone, but is dejected that her own peeps disdain it. Know what happened since slavery? The oppressed have become the oppressor. The devil has left the building and we black folks have formed a caste system based on a paper bag. This open secret is so obvious, yet it’s so INFURIATING the black folks continue to deny, deny, DEE-NIGH that it even exists. You know why they deny it? Because they know it’s wrong, they know it’s evil but as long as they pass the bag test, or can get with and marry someone who passes the bag test, everyone else can go kick rocks.

This is a gaslighting of sorts for women, like me, who have suffered from being called ugly because I was dark, excluded from the cute-black-athlete dating pool because a shade of a paper bag ruled who and how girls were rated as datable. Yet, if you protest, speak out, speak up, complain, or cry foul, then you’re told to stand down, you angry hater bioch. You’re told–no, more like, drilled– that no such caste system exists, that you’re delusional, we’re all in this together, blah, blah, wah, wahwahwah wah.

I don’t know about you, but I’m sick and tired of my experiences being dismissed by the cream of the coffee. I could tell you stories, but this is a blog, and brevity is best. It also doesn’t help my mood that today is the anniversary of my dad’s death. So excuse me if I’m not my regular, smart-arse self.

Maybe tomorrow.