Smell The Coffee

Recently I accidentally overheard a conversation between a couple of young girls who from the looks had just finished high school. They were on and on about how amazing our ‘Socialites’ are and how many followers they had on instagram and all the other famous social media sites. They spoke with so much awe at how much attention these women got.

This got me thinking, how many more young girls have been sold on the idea of quick fame being shoved in our faces by these new age socialites? Take a random look at your Instagram page, will you go without an ass picture there, a twerk video here, a thirst trap with a mislead Bible quote for whatever absurd reason. With people trying to ‘break the internet’ every other day, social media reeks of missing fathers and troubled childhoods.

In some way I kinda understood where these girls were coming from. Imagine toiling away for four years, flexing your HELB money while our socialites ride around in cars that some of our parents can only dream of driving, barely living off indomie and cheap liquor while these ladies have dinner at Villa Rossa and drink Hennessy. Seriously! What else would you do?

So you start by having a ‘Professional photo shoot’ with your ass out. A marketing strategy in its own right, wait for guys to fuss over your bountiful bosom or your enormous behind. A new human hair weave, an iPhone here, a few trips to Nigeria and a few club appearances later. That HELB money starts looking like pocket change. You are now officially a ‘star’. Soon all this education vibe starts getting in the way of your fabulousity, jet-setter life and it goes out the window real quick.

The bad bitch complex will have you thinking that all you need in this life is a nice face and a banging body and that being witty is a reserve for boring plain-Jane women. Bad bitches are the kind of women who think that having your ass out on the internet  defines how sexy you are. What happened to being sexy with our clothes on ladies?

Bad bitches will say the dumbest and most absurd things and do despicable things just for the 15 seconds of fame it accords them. Publicity is amazing for them.Bad publicity  is not something that exists in their books.
Bad bitches are the kind to get excited by thirsty guys who praise their body rather than their intellectual capabilities.

Men are also notorious for fostering this complex. They gas up these females so bad, all the thirsty comments and compliments go to their heads and they think they are invincible. When the hype dies down is when you realize you can not put instagram likes in your CV, you can’t use you thirsty male ‘fans’ as references and that body certainly won’t be banging forever.

This façade will soon go away, you will start to long for what the boring witty people have, great jobs, great families and real happiness. This is a void that no fame in the world could possibly fill. The books and plain Jane life suddenly don’t sound that bad huh?

Something ‘bad bitches’ tend to forget is that men actually appreciate someone they can have an intellectual and meaningful conversation with, no man is really trying to talk or hear about weaves all the time.

I’m not really trying to be shady. Hey floss those cakes honey, go ahead, be dumb for a few retweets. Live by the ‘you know my name not my story’ ideology just remember
that we are living in times where people expect brains to be attached to those curves, get familiar!

Smell the coffee.

Regards.