Maybe they don't know everything about you, but they know you. And with that comes a steadily increasing level of imperviousness to your bullshit. Since you can't really bullshit them, you can't really bullshit yourself. Not anymore.
Because if Team USA loses, James Harden will probably not spend as much time at Dreams and King of Diamonds this fall as he usually does. Which might put a couple strippers out of work.
Damon watched the VMAs so you wouldn't have to (and even though you did, anyway)
As we all know, a man with model good looks + social consciousness is to a Bougie Black Girl what cocaine + the shit you use to turn cocaine into crack is to a crackhead.
Nothing has ever shown that "a want to attack and try to kill an armed police officer" is one of the side effects of getting high. In fact, it literally makes you want to do the exact opposite thing. Like sleep.
It's all about that belief an uncomfortably large segment of the population holds, that all Michael Browns -- all Black men and women -- are potential Supercriminals who need to be stopped.
It would have felt better to hear an angrier, a more fed up, a more outraged President today.
Sure, their dentists don't need any professional assistance from a "Millennial Procurement Operations Specialist," but the Bougie Black Person feels good handing cards over while saying things like "I know some people."
No one cared you thought Robin Williams was an overrated hack last week, so why use his death as an opportunity to share an opinion no one gives a damn about right now? Because you want to annoy, that's why.
You know those people who want the old Kanye West back? Who reminisce about the days of 'Spaceship' ...
Whenever I think about that fear of losing the most important person in my life, that loop of him telling Will about love and loss will be there somewhere too.
While others merely enjoyed Kanye's music, Bougie Black People were enchanted by him. "Finally" Bougie Black People exclaimed, between sips of green machine Naked Juice, "a rap artist who speaks to me."
It might surprise you to encounter a group of BBP in the wild, donned in pastel jeans, J. Crew maxi dresses, and delicate beards, taking mean mug selfies and holding impromptu twerk contests.
The day party -- a thinly-veiled excuse to drink all day long -- is the Bougie Black Person's shrewdest invention.
Concrete and distilled "intellectual" WP is as elusive as a fart in a cyclone. You don't know exactly where it came from. But you can smell it.