You know what conversation has gotten old? Black women and reality television.
We’ve seen the memes, read the think pieces, and have played party to the same humdrum and overreaching conversation, which usually goes: “Black women on reality television are bad black people; black women watch reality television are bad black people too; black women are embarrassing themselves and the community by projecting and supporting images of negative ourselves; black women are embarrassing the black community by making us look bad on television in front of white people; black women are taking a check from white folks to destructively coon out on television, blah, blah, blah…”
And of course it also follows the same conversation trajectory as ones on: “Scandal” and Olivia Pope; “Being Mary Jane”; weaves and perms; birth control; feminism; abortions from Planned Parenthood; and a laundry list of activities, goods and services, which women enjoy. Point is, folks never get tired of telling black women, how our interests, needs and likes, particularly around what entertains us, are a waste of our time, money and a perpetration to white supremacy even when it is hypocritical at best.
But missing from all this repetitious screeching over reality shows is any real critique about the launching pads for many of the characters on these reality shows. Where are the serious analysis, the accusatory memes and finger wagging about black faced white supremacy and the impact on the downfall on the black community on ESPN or in Sports Illustrated or in the black versions of both? Where is the urging of men to step away from the hot wings and plasma television at the local sports bar and grill and throw down their throwback jerseys in mass protest?
What I’m saying is, how can you make claim about Basketball Wives trivialness and overall destructive nature, particularly to the black women’s psyche, and then in our next step, hang around with the bunch of your homies to either watch and play actual basketball?
You know a sport, which is most revered by black men?
You know a sport, which like feminism, was invented by an actual white person? And yet nobody accuses all the brothers, who participate in the sport of self hate, or trying to be like the white man, for playing along with the rules of the game.
The same sport, which today might be dominated by African Americans but had to be integrated, aka bought into, just like we had to do with the rest of the American society? Yet nobody calls the brothers in this particular sport, sellouts or coons or the male versions of Negro Bed Wenches for kowtowing to get into the white man’s game.