The 50th anniversary issue of Sports Illustrated’s annual swimsuit edition has arrived, and I for one couldn’t be more thrilled. Just kidding. I am actually pretty pissed off about the whole thing, and I’ll tell you why.
Honestly, there has never been a swimsuit issue that hasn’t made me seethe, and that’s because of the outright hypocrisy and racism behind it. There are three models on the heralded cover this year. Don’t ask me their names because I completely forgot them. I do know one of them is the chick married to soulful crooner and cutie John Legend. I call it racist because many of the white male media members drooling over these three barely clad women are the very same folks up in arms about Janet Jackson and her ten second peekaboo boob almost ten years ago at the Superbowl.
For the longest time, I have been giving grief to both black and white people, especially on the blogs for the blatant, rampant racist ideology that fuels the morality debate in America. Those exact same people who stand on the highest soapbox when it comes to any expression of sexuality from Negroes, sing a very different tune when it comes to white women. Even Macon Davis of the now defunct “Stuff White People Do” website wrote a post about how white women are the only ones thought of as ‘hot’ in this country. And I couldn’t agree more.
What bugs the hell out of me, though, is that white people are very damn bold about their double standard with black people not only never criticizing them, but jumping on a bandwagon that they know is utter bullshit. There was a man in the Hughes brothers’ cult classic “American Pimp” by the name of Andre Taylor who put it best when he said that people will say that all of something is wrong, except over here. He further commented that if it’s wrong, then it’s wrong no matter who is doing it. White folks certainly aren’t the least bit shy when it comes to showcasing themselves in a seductive fashion, or rather sleazy one.
Recently, the just-turned-18 Kendall Jenner was doing a runway catwalk wearing a shear top with nothing underneath it. Excuse me! Where is all the outrage and bitching from the white male moral brigade? Once again, when it’s someone they want to jerk off to, they are nowhere to be found. As usual if they approve of the sleaze and perversion, then everything is cool as a cucumber.
This ain’t new people. Just the other night, I was watching the exceptional documentary by Ken Burns about legendary black boxer Jack Johnson called “Unforgivable Blackness”. There was a historian on the show who remarked that all the traits exhibited by white fighters at the time that were seen as positive in them were viewed as negative if Mr. Johnson did anything similar. While they were being tough, strong and knowledgeable of their sport Johnson was just a born brute with no intelligence, just animalistic strength. Times damn sure haven’t change in that regard at all as far as 90 percent of white males in the media are concerned and for those who try and justify their fake-as-hell rhetoric by mentioning Janet’s age like perennial dumbass Chris Rock did.
Might I remind you that several white females who are famous and over 40 have bared their breasts with nary a peep from anyone, including him. Hell, he’d be so terrified of white folks’ repercussion that he would have to tell all his stupid insulting jokes by telephone.
I, for years, have been getting into heated debates with oh so righteous Negroes constantly whining about the treachery coming from today’s rap music. When I point out that you can see that exact type of entertainment in what white people produce and distribute, they get defensive. I say as before, if you don’t want anybody going there on your hypocrisy, then stop bringing up that tired-ass played out debate.
I understand fully that even if race were not a factor in the morality blather in America, most people would still be very inconsistent about it. However, once race enters the picture, you can’t ignore for one minute the impact that has on a conversation any conversation, especially when white men have such glaringly obvious half-assed feelings and sentiments on the subject where women are concerned.
This is why it pisses me off to all get out every time some arrogant, selfish, stupid white woman calling herself “fighting the good fight” makes comparisons between white woman being exploited sexually and offensive caricatures of black people. The two have no relevance whatsoever, but privilege seems to cloud what is supposed to be a mind of rational thought, apparently not when white males need objects for their latest spank bank. Then, all of that supposed ‘Peter Pureheart’ crap flies right out the nearest fucking window.
See, many white males, particularly those in the media, believe that as long as they agree with something or are excited by it, then it’s perfectly acceptable. But if it’s something they don’t approve of, then they will attack it with every fiber of their being despite enjoying that very thing days earlier. Privilege is obviously something that affords one the opportunity to never have to answer for why it is that they change their attitude when the race does. The problem is that most of the time, the main people who should be screaming to high heaven how full of shit they are either stay silent or go along like spineless lemmings heading for the cliff edge.
I would have no qualms about white women shoving their tits or ass in everyone’s face and making themselves targets of desire, if there was some attempt at an honest response from white men. But when you continuously preach your holier-than ramblings to black folks while you in engage in that very practice, your damn self be prepared to face my wrath.
Unlike other Negroes, I will neither go quietly into that night, nor will I defend a position that I know without a doubt comes from a place of hateful racism. You can parade all the white women in front of me that you like, but when you insult me as a woman as well as my insight as a human being, then I will go out of my way verbally to make myself your worst nightmare.