Why Thirsty White Women Like Leah McSweeney Are A Menace To Society, Explained
Who is Leah McSweeney?
Leah McSweeney is apparently a person who exists on Earth. I assume she possesses functional limbs, a measure of sentience, and perhaps even a social security number, but I could be wrong.
Why is she in the news today?
During an episode of her Improper Etiquette podcast, McSweeney accused Michael Che of being arrogant, rude, and disrespectful during a text exchange with each other after connecting through Raya.
Damn. I’d be pissed if I was Raya. This is why I never attempt to hook my friends up with each other, because they’re never grateful and if shit goes bad…
Raya is a dating app, not a person, man.
Really? I’ve never heard of it.
Because its for “elite” niggas. And you obviously ain’t no elite nigga.
Touche. Anyway, is this the same Micheal Che you believe should do a job switch with Trevor Noah — which seems like such an obvious win-win for The Daily Show and SNL that you’re shocked it hasn’t happened yet?
Interesting. So what happened next?
Michael Che brought the receipts in the form of a “leaked” text exchange to Page Six, revealing that “Leah McSweeney” is actually Swahili for “Thirsty McBecky.” And, considering the circumstance, Che was actually rather kind to her.
I see. So what makes White women like Leah McSweeney such a menace?
Between the texts and her reaction to them, it’s clear that McSweeney assumed Che would be down to date or, at the very least, fuck her. And, when learning that he wasn’t even interested in seeing her ass in person, her feelings got hurt. Which admittedly sucks. Rejection always does. But she attempted to spin that rejection into an indictment of Che’s character, and it’s impossible assess this circumstance without addressing and acknowledging the racial context here.
There are certain types of White women who assume that all Black men want to fuck them. That if they give a brotha a hint of a whiff of their Coochie Cocoa Puffs, we’ll turn into feckless and slobbering cuckoo birds. This mindset is a messy culmination of several centuries worth of entitlement and socialization and privilege and Pornhub memberships, and there’s nothing I’ve heard or read about Leah McSweeney — including the back and forth she had yesterday with Luvvie — to counter the evidence that she’s definitely one of these women.
And when women like this are told no, they get dangerous. The no is such a blow to their egos and their sense of self that they’ll do anything to change the narrative. Including, of course, become so upset about a soft rejection that no one would have ever known or cared about that they concoct an elaborate story about a person’s character.
Anything else you want to add?
Yeah, there is. We don’t do ourselves any favors here, as some of us do treat attention from White and non-Black women like we were granted a sip of milk from the Holy Grail. (And by “we” I really mean “y’all niggas.” But since “y’all niggas” is accusatory and unhelpful, I’m just going to continue to say “we.” Even though, again, I’m not including myself with y’all niggas. Y’all niggas on some other shit.)
The Leah McSweeneys of the world don’t need any help. But there are some enabling and validating Darth Jamals out there too; ready and willing to risk life and limb for the chance to sniff Darth Becky’s underarms.