Upon seeing this picture posted all over the internets the last few days (both by people looking to get their rocks off and people using slut-shaming as an argument against her, as if her political views aren’t enough), I knew it had to be a fake. The odd, super-long neck is enough to give it away. So, I went to the always trusty Snopes (Snopes is your friend, people!) to find out the real deal. Of course, it’s fake. I got a quotation of the day out of it to boot:
It’s an unfortunate aspect of modern life that just about any woman who enters the public sphere at a national level is presumed to have posed for risqué photographs (anything from cheesecake shots to nude pictures) at some point in her past, and that (whether she has or not) examples of such photos will inevitably be fabricated and put on public display.
And by “unfortunate,” I assume they mean “completely fucked up.”
Not feeling it. Just not. I’m hesitant to even watch any more of it. It all just seems to be more parading over-exaggerated black folk pathology than anything else. That’s not helpful. It may be good for ratings, but it’s not helpful. I’m sick of all of these “special reports” that seem to do nothing other than point out what’s wrong with black folk. What about what’s right? Why not spend some time hi-lighting that for a change?