Badu can do…

…whatever the hell she wants.

And that includes making as many ashy black babies as she desires with as many rappers as she decides to wrap within her magical vaginal clutch. Badu can do because she is the dopest. It’s that simple.

roll it.

“How dare you disrespect the Queendom…and my children and my intelligence…” – E baby.

She had to get up into some fans’ ass canals about their mouthing off about her recent pregnancy. Third baby. Third Baby daddy.

um…what the fuck is this? The Reagan administration?

If Erykah’s guilty for being a fertile human being, let’s put on trial the countless numbers of male entertainers guilty of shooting their soldiers up into the birthing trenches of so many women that it may be hard to even count the number of kicking bastard feti.

It has been said that Flavor fucking Flav has like…10 children yet it’s somehow still socially acceptable for him to bunk with 15 different women at one time on national television.

What angers me more though, is the fact that the strongest critics of Eyrkah’s decision were probably other women. I have never understood and never think I will understand some women’s opposition to female social and personal liberation. My friend and I were discussing something of this nature waiting in a hair salon on U street today:

Girls who, in the presence of a man, will advocate his sexist male perspective even though it directly contradicts female progressiveness¹ are really fucking annoying and are probably in need of some serious “I love me” time in a corner.

Like…in a heated discussion about the gratuitous presence of nameless, giggling, pool side black asses that permeate throughout so many misogynous rap videos, she takes the side of the fellow…justifying this act with something like:

1.) No one made those women shake their ass in front of that camera. [which I can agree with. But, I do not feel it's a qualified rebuttal to the debate, for it only leads to an ever going back and forth blame game between the two quarreling parties] or even…
2.) Yeah…but the beat is so hot. [Which is just retarded].

-scratches head-

It’s funny² how women always harbor the negative stigma and the brunt of criminal punishment for acts like prostitution (only 10 percent of those arrested for participation in prostitution are the patrons)  and stripping when if it weren’t for men and their shameless, ravenously,  gluttonous, and misogynistic sexual desires, there wouldn’t be such a lucrative industry. It takes two to tango, my friends. Women, like men, sell sex for the capital…and simply play different roles [but society has always had a problem with women who get theirs].
See…the problem lies in the fact that the hot money ticket is in the dehumanization, commodification, and hyper-sexualization of the female body…due to culture’s sense of entitlement to it.

i.e. “All I see is pussy, titties, and the ass.”
-Lil Wayne in Ask Them Hoes
and
“I feel like there’s still bitches that owe me sex.”
-Kanye West in Put On
[and these are apparently two of the hottest rappers in the "game" or whatever.]
*rolls eyes really hard in frustration*

Anyway…

I don’t want to hear another m-flicking word about ole girl. She has the financial means, the functioning ovaries, and wants another fucking baby. So what’s the issue? The world should be sending Badizle thank yous for all of the unborn potential inherited artistic illness. In fact…

1800 flowers is the number.

¹in this case, progressiveness refers to the womans battle for the right to do as she pleases with her body without it being criticized by others simply because she harbors a [glorious and penetrable] vagina between her thighs.
²funny actually = totally fucked up and really asinine