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You know when you’re feeling extremely chicken-deprived, so you rush to a Popeye’s (or whatever franchise you prefer) to recharge only to discover that they ran out of white meat, red beans and rice, and the Cajun fries are cold? That was last night’s episode of Love & Hip Hop Hollywood. Sure, I was fed, but not necessarily fulfilled.

It’s probably a good thing this show is teetering towards the end of its season run as this gang of fools is starting to remind me of a DJ Mustard beat: repetitive, but, to be fair to DJ Mustard, I dance to that same beat each time. Not so much with last night’s episode of my Southern California-centered telenovela.

The episode kicked off with Nikki being Nikki: bouncing around like she has fire ants running up and down her ass cheeks, babbling a bunch of nothing over a beef that only exists in her mind. After discovering that Masika would appear on a billboard for a club who rents its space from her parents, Nikki vowed to have Masika removed from the billboard. Unfortunately, Barbie Kardashian doesn’t have as much power as she thinks she does, but her mom did reveal that once upon a time, Masika was arrested for allegedly stealing something. You would think given that Nikki was born into money and had a doctor create the face and body she wanted that by now she’d feel secure enough to not need such intel to feel like she one-upped Masika, but alas, she’s on the waiting list for a self-esteem transplant.

In Nikki’s mind, Masika’s mugshot was ammo, only when she threw that in her face, Masika didn’t give a solitary damn—explaining that she made a mistake as a teenager and that Nikki’s spoiled, bratty ass could never understand the struggle. This happened after Teairra Mari organized a meeting of the mindless.

I love reality TV because it continues to present the false narrative that two people who barely know each other yet have beef can solve their TV-ready rift over alcoholic beverages. As if we don’t know how futile an exercise this is. God bless, though.

In any event, Teairra Mari had her own back and forth with Hazel and it was all Hazel’s fault. She was so thirsty to get in the mix with Teairra on camera that I wanted to down a liter of water in the name of her desperation. I’m surprised that future UFC champion Teairra Mari didn’t roundhouse kick her.

Hazel wanted to know if Teairra was screwing Yung Berg. She is not. Thankfully Masika reminded Hazel of the following: Teairra is not fucking Berg, Masika is not fucking Berg, and Hazel isn’t fucking Berg because Berg does not want her.

As a result of that truth serum, Hazel stormed off like a petulant child. Hazel, stop going out like this. No one should be debasing themselves for a man that small. But while we’re on Hazel, let me just say she talks like a girl who learned Black slang from BET Uncut and local access TV.

Speaking of throwbacks, Ray J is now on probation and his daddy told him that he ought to clean up his act, which includes giving Teairra Mari the closure she desires. For someone who tries to make it seem as if Teairra was nothing more than a jump off, I find it interesting that she still regularly speaks to Ray J and Brandy’s mama on the phone. I don’t know about y’all, but if you’re a cashew or almond for me, you’re never speaking to my kinfolk.

While Ray J was meeting with his new anger management counselor, Soulja Boy was pressing pause on moving in with Nia and her child. Soulja Boy told Nia that he doesn’t want her to move in because he fears for her safety. Yes, Soulja Boy doesn’t feel like Nia is safe in his house. In fact, he wants that house to be his “man cave” so he can smoke and have sex with other women. Does that make any sense? Hell no.

Read the rest at Complex.

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I don’t wake up everyday obsessing over my race or my sexual orientation. As much pride as I have in being both Black and gay, my first thoughts of the day are usually “What songs shall I jig to?” and “How can I get myself out of Sallie Mae’s Burn Book?”

Alas, enough people obsess over my race and sexuality in this world for me. To the extent that I end up being forced to think about it at least some point on any given day.

As a result, I am usually exhausted by the predominate narrative about being a gay Black man. I often have to fight erasure from white gays and Black heterosexuals alike. Or, I have to wrestle with the reality that when trying to tell my story, it is preferred that I tell it through some sort of prism of pathology.

Yes, it is still very hard to be a gay Black man.

So often we are limited to the perceptions other people have about us. Our masculinity. Our expressions of sexuality. Robbed of our basic right to simply just be.

I like to think I try to find the good in even the most difficult situation, but funny enough, when faced with the question “Could you write about what you enjoy about being a gay Black man?” I was a bit stumped. All too often I am asked to write about this experience from the opposition perspective. The task felt like a pop quiz I was possibly going to fail.

A few moments later, I went with sarcasm: “Uh, was ass and Beyoncé’s B’Day?

The more I thought about it, I felt that was a good enough place to start. I also like not having to ever be lumped in with those ‘stay-at-home sons’ Twitter often drags (or celebrates)—those sexist, heterosexual Black men who are an enemy to Black gays and Black women alike.

As for other benefits, I cannot speak for other gay Black men, but for me, the best parts of being who I am is all that I am. This includes the things that challenge the stereotypes about what a gay Black man is and the other characteristics that fit right into the caricature.

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Teyana has come a long way as a singer. She sings with far more confidence than she did a few years ago and conveys vulnerability sweetly even if the actual lyric is especially aggressive a la “The last nigga broke my heart, you’ll probably break it, too” on “Broken Hearted Girl” featuring Fabolous.

When her aggression is more pronounced, it works just as wonderfully. It’s evident in VII’sfirst single, “Maybe,” which should be a much bigger song than it appears to be. And though Chris Brown may still be a public relations nightmare, he remains a radio staple. Now that we’re in the midst of “cuffing season,” I would advise Teyana to consider releasing her duet with Breezy, “Do Not Disturb.”

There are other “I’m horny as hell”-themed tracks, like “Dreams,” though the album version doesn’t quite work as well as the original, “Dreams of Fucking a R&B Bitch.” “Dreams” is the singer-songwriter’s equivalent of “just let me put the tip in.” I don’t know what spurred this more sanitized final version, but in the future, if you’re going to go there, just go there.

Read the rest at Complex.

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In theory, the historic victories of Tim Scott and Mia Love are worthy of celebration. After Sen. Jim DeMint resigned in November 2012, South Carolina Governor Nikki Haley appointed Scott to the office – thus his win on Tuesday makes him not only the first Black senator elected by South Carolina, but the first Black politician to win stateside election in South Carolina since Reconstruction. And thanks to voters in Utah, Mia Love became the first Black Republican woman – as well as the first Haitian American – to be elected to Congress.

For a party who counts only a minuscule amount of Black people in its fold, to have two Black faces serve in two powerful positions sounds like progress for both the GOP and the rest of the country. However, as common as these remarks from Zora Neale Hurston may read, they are no less powerful or truthful: “All my skinfolk ain’t kinfolk.”

Fellow South Carolinian and Congressman James Clyburn understands this point, and like me, is not impressed with Scott’s victory. Speaking with the Washington Post, Clyburn explained, “If you call progress electing a person with the pigmentation that he has, who votes against the interest and aspirations of 95 percent of the Black people in South Carolina, then I guess that’s progress.”

This would include Scott openly speaking to the necessity of impeaching President Barack Obama; voting to repeal the Affordable Health Care Act; voting to hold Attorney General Eric Holder in contempt of Congress; voting to delay funding a settlement between the United States and Black farmers who accused the federal government of refusing them loans because of their race; calling for the tightening of food stamp restrictions; and slicing the HIV/AIDS budget for South Carolina.

Scott also notoriously refused an invitation to join the Congressional Black Caucus, saying, “My campaign was never about race.” Like Scott, Mia Love also discounts the role of race in her win. Some people just like to pretend.

When asked why it took so long for Republicans to elect a Black woman by CNN’s John Berman, Love said:

“This has nothing do with race. Understand that Utahans have made a statement that they’re not interested in dividing Americans based on race or gender, that they want to make sure that they are electing people who are honest and who have integrity. That’s really what made history here. It’s that race, gender, had nothing to do with it, principles had everything to do with it.”

Love’s response is a cake full of lies topped with way too much disingenuous icing; it’s nasty, stale, and worth immediate trashing. Love and Scott managing to be Black Republicans who can win elections in 2014 despite a clear opposition to Black voters, Black political interests, and our first Black president has everything to do with race, only not in a way either would imagine.

Love and Scott can succeed as Black Republicans in Republican territory because they are Black faces to political views typically associated with White men.

Love of all people should know the role race plays in politics because she fell victim to it only two years ago when she was running in office. Both she and Scott choose to ignore race, though, because it is benefits them professionally. That doesn’t negate the role race plays, however, and their choice only confirms that they are two people who are willing to uphold a standard molded by White supremacy for the sake of self-interests. Congratulations to them on their victory, but forgive some of us for not being impressed with the soulless.

That said, this is not a direct shot at all Black Republicans.

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When I first laid eyes on Masika, I didn’t give a particular damn about her one way or the other. The only real thought I could muster about Masika was more of a question: “Did Janice Dickinson have a secret Black baby two or three decades ago?” The answer seems to be no, only if going by last night’s episode of Love & Hip Hop Hollywood, there’s a very strong chance that Masika is the lovechild of some Black man and one of the worst Disney villains imaginable.

Masika strikes me as the kind of person that has been jumped a couple of times in her life. Hell, she’ll probably get popped at the reunion, too. Now that she’s no longer engulfed in a love triangle with Mally Mall and human blow up doll, Nikki, she’s set her sights on Yung Berg, who apparently was her friend before she forged a superficial friendship with Hazel E.

While Hazel E complained about Berg for what feels like the billionth time, Masika slid in the following comment: “You all about the girl code, I’m all about keeping it 100.”

Translation: I will fuck your man.

Granted, Hazel was only close to Berg when had a condom on, but you get what I’m saying. Even if the relationship was mostly in your mind, Masika will discard that friendship trivia for the sake of self-interests. In this instance, her music career.

Yes, not only is she suddenly Berg’s friend, Masika is also a recording artist of some sort. About that: Masika is too slow to realize that when it comes to her “music,” women aren’t going to support a person they think betrays women. Masika is also one of those birds who doesn’t think she’s a bird, given she comes with Creole mustard as opposed to BBQ sauce. I don’t see this music thing happening for you, Masika, but best wishes on all future endeavors.

As for Hazel, in addition to dropping the hobby of creating imaginary boyfriends, she should also stop having imaginary friends – even if they come with real bodies. Beloved, you used to be a publicist before you became a rapper, right? You’ve got to know how these “industry” people work, especially if you get the suspicion that they could come with a side of pico de gallo. Masika is not your friend.

Even so, Masika’s sudden interest in Berg works in that man’s favor. You know, since his attempts at trying to sleep with Teairra Mari were dropped faster than she was from Def Jam. I’m glad Teairra Mari is seemingly getting serious about the state of her music career. She has to know she can do better than making a living getting drunk and fighting women in the club over vaginal cream usage on VH1. And while they don’t have any romantic chemistry, the track Berg produced for Teairra sounds pretty good. That said, Teairra, I hope you have reached out to DJ Mustard, too.

I can already hear it: “Mustard on the beat, ho. Te-Te’s fist on your jaw, bitch.”

Before we move on from this, let me just remind you all that Berg continues to be a five foot poster for the phrase “Who hurt you?” He is cruel and heartless. Stevie J and Peter Gunz are serial womanizers with plenty of issues, but even they don’t ever sound this casually callous.

When Masika wasn’t getting on Hazel’s nerves over Berg, Fizz was making everyone at home shake their head as he continues to try to make a family with Amanda, who has proven time and time again that she’s not ready for that. Fizz and Amanda got into a fight after Fizz found out that Amanda had breakfast with the man she cheated on him with.

Let’s recap: Amanda says she’s unsure about helping raise his child, has cheated on Fizz, and continues to hang out with the man she’s cheated on him with.

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Despite the concurrent, Siamese hype of their early careers, neither Brandy nor Monica really popped off as long-term R&B stars. By the ’00s, both their profiles were trumped by the likes of Aaliyah, Beyonce, and Ciara. Monica went platinum twice—with Miss Thang in 1995, and then The Boy Is Mine in 1998—and then never again. Brandy pressed on through the early ’00s, working with producers Rodney Jerkins, Timbaland, and Kanye West, and releasing Full Moon in 2002. After she sang the hook of Kanye’s Late Registration cut “Bring Me Down” in 2005, that was the last many fair-weather fans heard from/of Brandy Norwood, save for R&B’s stalwarts and reality television watchers.

Of course, we’re always down for a critical reevaluation. Most recently, Solange’s caping for “Brandy deep cuts” is as ripe a provocation as any to revisit both Brandy and Monica’s respective catalogs, to finally declare a winner in the War Over That Boy, a beef that never really was.

Written by Judnick Mayard (@Judnikki) and Michael Arceneaux (@youngsinick)

JUDNICK: Despite the fact that I was always Team Monica back in the day, I actually have to side with Brandy on this one, seeing as how Never Say Never andAfrodisiac remain two of the hottest R&B albums of all time, to this day.

I had abandoned Brandy for a while, but after she dropped that single with Chris Brownit’s an injustice how good this dude is at writing my favorite songs. And I was forced to listen to 2012’s Two Eleven, which is so solid I would’ve written 1,500 words on the comeback of one Brandy Norwood.

In high school my argument was always that Monica could simply sing better than Brandy, but I know now that I simply had not begun to appreciate the vocal range of a woman with a deep voice. Now that I am old and constantly being called “sir” on the phone, I realize her range is fantastic, and the bass of her voice gives it this wild, stand-alone qualitykinda like Mariah Carey’s smoker’s raspand part of why she can still make music now that feels so “true.”

MICHAEL: Although I do still remember getting Brandy’s debut album on cassette tape along with Shaquille O’Neal’s Shaq Fu: Da Return for Christmas, I, too, was more of a Monica fan than a Brandy one. I didn’t really come to appreciate Brandy until she started lying about being married and singing about her party habits when there’s a full moon.

However, I definitely still think Monica is the better singer. I mean, she was able to give credible Whitney covers as far back as 1998. Actually, let’s have a moment of silence for Whitney Houston because I will never, ever forget her going up to Monica while performing and starting to sing, “Monica, I know you can shoop.”Monica shooped in a way that Brandy could never, ever shoop, and still can’t shoop.

I don’t want to take anything away from Brandy because I enjoyed Two Elevenwhen it came out, but I think people often forget how gifted a singer Monica is, and honestly, may not have peaked as much as Brandy did in terms of mainstream. But as a recording artist, Monica hasn’t really struggled as much in her adulthood as Brandy has. A lot of that has to do with Monica just having this kind of classic voice that will always want to be heard if given the right song. After The Storm did well, and though there have been some mishaps—​namely 2012’s New Life albumMonica’s always good for a few (urban) radio hits. Other than “Put It Down,” name the last time you really heard Brandy on the radio like that?

My only thing about Monica is that she forfeited the “I’ll slap the shit out of you” brand of soul music to people like K. Michelle and Keyshia Cole. Monica’s the one who should be singing about pistol-whipping sideline chicks right now. You started that with, “Kick down the doors and smack ya chick.”

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1. BYE, Benzino: Benzino is mighty pissed about being axed from the cast of Love & Hip Hop: Atlanta and is likely retweeting his supporters at this very moment, hoping that producers will please (baby, baby, please) let him and his fiancé, Thi Thi, back on the show. I doubt it’ll happen and as much as he may dislike their decision, there are some things he should accept. For starters, I was at the reunion when the brawl between he and bae along with Joseline and Stevie J erupted and he did start the fight. I distinctly remember Joseline trying to calm Stevie down as the two exchange words until Benzino ultimately said and repeated, “We can go right now.” On top of that, he hit Joseline during the fight and seem pleased with himself about it

Maybe that could be forgiven, but Benzino didn’t help himself when he yelled, screamed and rushed his boss, executive producer Stefan Springman, on camera during the post-fight interview. Bless any Black man’s heart who thinks yelling at a White man responsible for his checks on national television will do his employment status any favors. Oh well. At least the show will stop pretending that Hip Hop Weekly is the New York Times of the ‘[hood. If it helps, Thi-Thi, I do love your track “Ghetto Love.”

2. Sam Smith Ain’t Soulful: With all due respect to Sam Smith, who I think is a talented vocalist, I find it curious that so many people classify him as soulful – some in more hyperbolic fashion than others. Like christening him as the “ruler of soul,” the most soulful man out there right now, blah, blah, insert more lies here. Sam Smith can sing, but if Luther Vandross is collard greens and smoked turkey, Sam Smith is kale with the wrong kind of hot sauce. That’s cute if you like the latter, but never mistake it for the former.

And before you chime in, blue-eyed soul fans, I have a deep passion for all things Teena Marie. See a more contemporary example: the late Amy Winehouse. Appreciate a good voice when you hear it, but watch how you classify it.

3. You’re Not Running Anything Besides Your Mouth, Sarah Palin: Back in July, a poll revealed that most Americans would prefer if it Sarah Palin to “be quiet.” Of course, silence is an arch nemesis to a narcissist and media whore, so the former Alaskan governor has not honored that request. Sarah Palin is still talking while dually managing never to say a damn thing.

Case in point, during a recent appearance on the Fox Business Network, Palin was asked if hatred directed toward her has driven her away from ever running for office again.

She responded: “No, bless their hearts. Those haters out there, they don’t understand that it invigorates me, it wants me to get out there and defend the innocent. It makes me want to work so hard for justice in this country. So hey, the more they’re pouring on, the more I’m going to bug the crap out of them by being out there with a voice, with the message, hopefully running for office in the future, too.”

Madam, you are not running for office. You are about as interested in running for office as Sen. Ted Cruz is learning about RuPaul’s tricks in perfectly duct taping your junk down. Gon’ somewhere far, far away.

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Even if she carries on as if she’s living in her personal version of Candyland, Mariah Carey is acutely aware of the world around her, and more importantly, what the people who inhabit it make of whatever she’s doing at the time. So it was no coincidence when she took to Instagram to upload a video of herself singing with the caption, “Cleaning and warming up my voice.” Mariah was proving a point: that she can still hit those high notes that sound as if she is trying to start a conversation with a dolphin.

Her efforts are admirable, though those few seconds of high notes could not drown out the numerous headlines that have depicted Mariah as someone who not only can’t sing the way she used to, but can’t even remember the lyrics to her biggest hits. Just this week, there are reports of Mariah slashing ticket prices as a result of lackluster sales. The damage is done and the end result is apparent: “The Elusive Chanteuse Show” will be a blemish on her permanent record and viewed with the same disappointment as the late Whitney Houston’s last tour.

It comes on the heels of other bad news for Mariah Carey – sluggish sales for the superior album, Me. I Am Mariah… The Elusive Chanteuse, and a pending divorce from husband, Nick Cannon.

2014 has not been the kindest to Mariah, but when it comes to her voice and its future, I reject the idea that all hope is lost.

Mariah may never be able to sing on the level she did at her peak, she can still sing – sing well in certain cases – and still has much to offer as a vocalist.

It’s evident even on this so-so tour she’s currently on. Though everyone has been shared the most abysmal performances, Mariah has since improved. Last week, she performed “My All” in Singapore and didn’t sound like she needed to make the kind of deal with Ariana Grande that Ursula, The Sea Witch once made with Ariel to stay afloat.

There are other examples proving Mariah is still a capable singer, including her impromptu performance on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon this time last year. And in 2012, Mariah Carey did another impromptu performance at the Carlyle Jazz Club. As much as Mariah is known for her high notes, her lower register is just as impressive, and notably, remains strong as other skill-sets start to fail her.

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You really have to love a man to say, “Fuck an epidermal, I’m going to deliver bae’s baby in a bathtub.” That’s just the kind of woman Apryl is. Omarion was delivered this way, so Apryl wants to keep the tradition going. It’s sweet and sentimental, but I kind of wish Apryl had kept the storytelling to a minimum because I don’t think any of us needed to know that Omarion was uncircumcised.

While piecing together the final details of their natural home birth, Apryl askedOmarion if he wanted their son to be circumcised. He did, only she suggested that he do the same. His response: “You telling me I got to cut the turtle neck?”

Then she mentioned that his dick is too big and makes sex complicated. For a second there, I was feeling like I was breaking child porn laws only to remember that Omarion is my age. No matter because that was still too much.

Speaking of, Omarion did reveal to Apryl that he talked to his mom about her antics. That brought on another meeting of the minds, which also meant a big waste of Apryl’s time. Leslie thinks insulting someone is a proper way of offering help. Excuse me, sorry—Leslie was trying to “teach” Apryl something as if anyone asked her to.

Even while trying to “explain herself,” Leslie made comments like “My son says I owe you an apology, but I’m trying to figure out why.” Another one: “You’re my son’s first child’s mother.”

Apryl ultimately decided to hug that mean woman and invite her to the delivery. I expect nothing but stress and bad things to follow. Whatever happens, I’m sure Apryl will handle it. She strikes me as reasonable and thoughtful, but no pushover. Even Omarion strikes me as relatively sane—like he watched various New Edition member struggles and vowed “Not me.”

You know who else is fairly sane by this show’s standards? Soulja Boy. Nia met up with her sisters at the dance studio to tell them the news of she and Soulja Boy moving in together. At one point, one of the sisters asks whether “He’s a Soulja Boy or Soulja Man?” Actually, he appears more mature than Nia.

Nia has been dating this man “on and off for eight years,” but has never introduced him to her parents. Now, I wouldn’t do that, but it’s a different story with my family—one Iyanla can narrate. However, Nia says she never introduced Soulja Boy to Teddy Riley because she was never sure if he was serious. I don’t believe that. She seems very guarded and untrusting of others and that’s all rooted in her dad having 10 kids. Oh, Nia didn’t tell Soulja Boy she is one of 10 siblings in their eight years of dealing with each other in some capacity, but it’s Soulja Boy we only have to worry about trusting. Right.

In any event, when Teddy Riley did appear, he came with a research packet. and asked Soulja about women taping him in hotels. Shout out to Kat Stacks. He even asked if he slept with his daughter the first night. Soulja was smart to lie and say no.

 

This is now how this should go. You don’t need to tell your parents the intricate details of your relationship, only whatever decisions you make about it. If that.

As for the other troubled cast members, Teairra Mari was back on key. Sure, she was also lip syncing to studio audio, but there were some quality-sounding ad libs there. Even better news is that Teairra realizes that she needs to get that body and voice together.

Meanwhile, she is working with Yung Berg, who clearly wants to smash. I don’t see Teairra letting that go down. I hope she doesn’t have to snatch his chain and shove it down his throat for invading her personal space.

When she wasn’t working with Berg, she was checking on Ray J, who was throwing temper tantrums at Power 106 and getting arrested at clubs over grabbing stranger asses plus kicking in police car windows. Oh, he also spit on a cop.

Somewhere Kim Kardashian is giggling “Ha, ha, bitch.”

Teairra talks to Ray’s manager, who encourages her to reach out. Mistake. She apologized for her behavior and that ended quickly because Ray J was Petty Patty.

He went on to downplay their relationship, which is what a typical villain would do. He tried to make her look like a Hazel E. This makes him seem even more like he has a problem. Teairra didn’t punch him. Good for her.

Ray J is out here looking even worse than ever. That is quite the feat given his track record. I guess I should never question the power of alcohol. And maybe something else. Allegedly.

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Even if it included too much techno and not enough rhythm, the “#TURNOUTFORWHAT” ad, brought to us by the nonpartisan group Rock The Vote, pushed a simple yet important message to young people: vote. For whomever and whatever, just vote. Meanwhile, back at the ranch that hosts the conservative media industrial complex, Media Matters notes that they are peddling a more dangerous sentiment: Women, when it comes to voting, do yourself a favor and opt not to. I suppose they don’t have to bother relaying such a message to Black people as various Republican state legislatures and the Supreme Court are doing that work for them.

The Mario and Luigi of this “If You Ain’t Got A Penis Stay Far Away From The Polls” are the National Review and FOX News.

In response to the Rock The Vote ad, which starred Lil’ Jon and Lena Dunham, the National Review’s Kevin D. Williamson complains about those who “need Lena Dunham to tell you why and how you should be voting” and takes shots at those who get “news from television comedians.” This, despite numerous studies that show those sort of viewers are more informed than FOX and CNN viewers. Williamson would rather these people do other things besides voting, including entertaining the option of becoming a nun.

Taking the baton not long after was FOX News’ Tucker Carlson, the bow tie-wearing curmudgeon who consistently makes blatantly racist and sexist to the delight of aging bigots watching at home. During an appearance on Outnumbered, Carlson complains, “You want your government run by people … who’s favorite show is Say Yes To The Dress.” Well, do I want my government run by people who watch shows that essentially think women belong in the kitchen and Black folks way in the back, shining shoes and shutting up about racism?

Then there is Bill O’Reilly, who slammed women altogether by claiming that due to emotion, women voters skew Democratic “no matter what happens to the nation.”

It’s not surprising to witness white men condescend towards young people, and in particular, young women, but as FOX News has shown repeatedly over the years, they know how to present classic white male branded patriarchy (and racism) with a diverse face.

During the October 21 edition of Fox News’ The Five, co-host Kimberly Guilfoyle agreed with fellow co-host Greg Gutfeld that young women lack the wisdom to vote as conservatives. Yes, young women lack the “wisdom” to know that these gray haired, women-bashing men have their best interest at heart when they try to police their uteruses.

In any event, Guilfoyle not only lent her female voice to this sexist point of view, but went further and added that young women should also be excused from jury duty given they “lack life experience.” Moreover, when it comes to voting, they just “don’t get it” because they’re not paying mortgages and having babies. So what should they be doing instead? According to Guilfoyle, “They’re [young women] like healthy and hot and running around without a care in the world. They can go back on Tinder or Match.com.”

Guilfoyle is a 45-year-old woman, proving that even if you’re closer to menopause in life than you are your first period, you can still sound as ignorant as any toddler learning how to use the potty.

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