Fresh off of one of the best weekends ever for Black women, some Twitter users found a way to blow our collective high. Yesterday, the trending topic, “#thingsblackgirlsdo,” reared it’s ugly, stereotype-fueled head and made us wonder why Black women are always on the receiving end when Twitter attacks.
First Lil Duval’s tasteless meme, #itaintrape brought the goons out, and now this. I admit, I was afraid to click on the topic because I already knew it wouldn’t be pretty. For all of its good, the interwebs have served as sort of an asshole meet-up, and when topics like this surface, they come out in droves.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Twitter. I love that it’s allowed me to meet some of the most amazing, creative, and intelligent people from around the world. But even my extraordinary timeline couldn’t shield me from the foolishness of #thingsblackgirlsdo.
When #thingsblackgirlsdo surfaced yesterday morning, I braced myself for the inevitable: stereotypes on steroids. I was hoping that at least some of the things would be comical. Perhaps there’d be something about Black girls being loud, or Black girls giving brothas the side-eye, or even Black girls and our hair. But I wasn’t ready for the vitriol hurled at Black women.
According to most of the #thingsblackgirlsdo tweets, I’m not a Black girl at all. I’ve never had to go looking for a baby daddy, or used welfare checks to buy shoes. I’ve also never blamed the alleged shortage of “good” Black men on White women, or started a fight with another woman just because somebody smudged my Pumas.
I know, I know. Some of you will say, “Who cares what people say on Twitter!” But the truth is, we should care.
With nearly 25% of all Twitter users being Black, it both sickens and saddens me that these types of memes are allowed to blow up. Instead of using our collective voices to speak up on important issues, some of us spend our days participating in self-hating foolishness. And what’s worse? A lot folks chiming in on #thingsblackgirlsdo were Black women (Where is Dave Chappelle and his racial draft when we need him? There are definitely some folks I’d like to trade).
Clutchettes, we can talk about Black men or the media or the boogeyman degrading us all day long, but when are WE going to stop jumping in and taking each other down? Because, let’s face it, if we stood up, celebrated our sisterhood a little more fiercely, and let them know we ain’t having it, something would have to change.