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June 12, 2017 | celebrity | Lex Jurgen | 0 Comments
Watch guys who wrestled in high school in stadium dustups in their 40’s. They still lunge for a takedown. Former strippers will always try to get what they want by taking off their clothes. You can’t shake years of early training.
Amber Rose is a hero to feminists for owning the word “slut” and getting knocked up by men who don’t like her much. In contrast, the chick who works extra shifts at Kroger’s to pay for her kid’s baseball cleats is a big nothing. Amber Rose can explain the reasons behind this warped feminist achievement chart for two hundred bucks. For three hundred she’ll explain it while you finger her to the third knuckle.
Rose’s main commercial venture is her annual Slut Walk where she gathers D-listers you were certain were drug dead and overweight porn stars to talk about how they alone own their vaginas. Mostly due to lack of interest from any other parties. To promote ticket sales for this year’s Slut Walk, Amber Rose posted a full frontal bottomless photo of herself looking like the fuck toy you received in the mail and wonder how you can return it without revealing your real name. You certainly didn’t order this model. Yours looked more human.
Everybody knows you can post nudes to Instagram for a couple hours before they get flagged. Rose did that, pulled it, then posted a video of herself rolling her eyes, reveling in her triumph over slut shamers.
“When IG deletes ur fire ass feminist post but you really don’t give a fuck because everyone picked it up already.”
That’s not a feminist post. You didn’t even stick it out to make a tired claim against Instagram for keeping women down. As you were at sixteen, so you are at thirty-three. Naked and trying to turn a cynical buck. Laud it all you want, Huffington Post. In your 24-year old all white New York female editorial staff heart of hearts, you know it’s snake oil. Literally. That’s why Rose is shimmering.
Photo credit: Amber Rose Instagram