Basketball “Wives” 2/2-The Farce

 

A farce is basically what the whole episode was. Everybody was being fake. Everyone was putting on a show pretending to be happy. It was too much.

So you have Suzie who keeps saying she wants to do Broadcast Journalism because that’s what she “majored” in in college. My question the whole episode was, “But did you graduate?” It doesn’t matter what your major was if you didn’t follow through. Additionally, you have no experience, your dedication is at like 5%. It just doesn’t look promising. Then for Suzie and Gloria to hook up and pretend to be friends, but their entire relationship consists of talking bad about the other girls, is a FARCE.

Then you have Jennifer and her continued relationship with Eric. He’s still being an asshole, she’s still being indecisive, all for the sake of not getting divorced? Get cha issue.

Shaunie and her “relationship.” Her and dude weren’t even in a 5-foot proximity to one another. That’s a farce.

Tami was just doing way too much. The lesson to be learned from her and Evelyn (smh) is the power of forgiveness. Now, I’m not one to call a woman bitter just because a relationship ended—or because she’s Black—but Tami is definitely that. This whole concept that you can only forgive someone if they apologize…is a farce. Forgiveness is about you. This is a perfect example of how that is the case. Tami has sat back being mad for ten years and Kenny has remarried, changed his life and moved on. He’s still a little bitter/salty about the kids but for the most part his life hasn’t stopped as a result of his failed relationship.

Then Evelyn…not only is she doing too much but she needs to get her issue. She’s going really hard at Suzie because she’s an easy target. Evelyn is a bully and won’t be satisfied until someone knocks her off the rented high-horse she’s prancing around on. She becomes more and more intolerable by the episode. I don’t know how Chad (Ochocinco) keeps up this publicity stunt of a relationship with her without losing his mind.

Royce was being messy this episode which I did NOT appreciate. I don’t know what happened behind the scenes, but if you’re really friends with Suzie then you shouldn’t have set her up. Again, another farce of a relationship.

Overall, this episode was a little disheartening. Granted, money doesn’t make you better, but you should have the means to get your issues together. I’m a little disgusted with everyone. As a viewer and humanitarian—in the most basic sense of the word—I want these ladies to get it together. Do something with ya’selves. They are showing that they literally were trophies: they sat still on someone’s arm instead of pursuing a life for themselves. I guess that’s what happens when you choose to be an inanimate object instead of the person God created you to be. Food for thought.

Til next time. Y’all be easy.

Tierra Allen

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Rather underwhelming. I don’t know if it’s because we’ve seen all there is to see or if it was just a boring episode, but that was forty-five minutes of my time I could’ve spent doing something else.

Between Suzie and Sandra “The Groupie,” both of whom are irrelevant, it’s like take a seat. I look at Suzie as an “honorary member of the show,” the groupie continues to try to throw shots at Jen about her husband, but at the end of the day she’s a nobody, she’s a single mother; meaning she ain’t gotta man to call her own EITHER, and she’ll never be Jen. Period. So in essence, what she thinks or has to say doesn’t matter.

As I watched this show, I saw a circle of women with fake smiles plastered to their faces and I couldn’t help but wonder…when are they going to stop trying to live an “image” and start living their lives?

I’m glad Jen, Shaunie, Evelyn and Royce have been able to find a support system in one another, I hope that Gloria is not on the show next season, and I hope when Jen looks at this she sees that Suzie is not her friend.

Shaunie made a point I’ve been reiterating since the start of this show, at the end of the day, they look up and have no title to really be proud of, no title that really identifies THEM. “Wife,” “fiancée,” and “mother” are all important roles, but none of them speak to who these women really are. Find yourselves ladies, before you end up with that same title but “bitter,” “resentful,” “angry” or worse is attached to the front of it.

Til next season, this has been “Baseless Accusations.”

Author Tierra Allen

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Baseless Accusations: Basketball Wives Pt. III

Disturbing. That’s the word that best describes the latest episode of Basketball “Wife, Exes & Girlfriends.”

Seriously, as I sat back watching this episode I couldn’t understand for the life of me what was going on with Evelyn.

1. Why was she so flippant and angry with Royce when the previous episode she was “looking out” for her?

2. Why did she feel the need to get super-duper drunk?

3. Why  was her boob hanging out her dress AND why didn’t her young ass date  put it back in for her or tell her it was out? He clearly ain’t checking for you Evelyn. Hell, maybe he was embarrassed. Rightfully so.

4. AND FINALLY… why was she so touchy or open to being touchy with Jen’s husband?

I say again. DISTURBING.

Royce is a standout this week. She’s continuously herself. She did a good thing out of the kindness of her heart in feeding the homeless and inviting the girls out to do the same. Not to mention, her only goal was to show these chics that there are worse situations than not being able to buy Louis Vuitton bags and Fendi glasses.

Royce catches a lot of hell, she’s a regular chic. She doesn’t need to be caught up on who’s watching her or trying to hide her law-given voice. Do YOU Royce. Either way it goes, good or bad, they’re still going to think of you as a piece of ****. Clearly.

Suzie, one, never had a state or government recognizable title so she should stop talking. Yeah talking (I won’t even classify that as giving advice) Just period. Forever. Everything she says is dumb or condescending. Stop talking!

She’s seriously, continuously suggesting that Jen cheat…that’s not going to change anything and she can’t say it worked for her, ‘cause she’s still a washed up EX.

Jen has a nice heart, I think for the most part. I will give her credit: she resists talking bad about Royce even though the other two ladies try to go “in” on her. She wants to give back and do better. Her biggest issue is trying to keep up appearances.

I understand not wanting to fail. No one glorifies or heightens their failures, but damn, girl, let it go. Ya dude is rubbing all up Evelyn’s thighs…Disturbing. He shows up late, doesn’t pay attention to what you’ve got going on…give it up.

They have bigger issues than him cheating. He’s an asshole. He can’t or won’t do better. That’s just who he is.

She’s quick to make allowances, like “hey, he showed up, maybe we have a chance.” Uhm…he showed up LATE. Clearly the things that are important to her aren’t important to him. She’s failing herself every day she continues to stay in this awful situation.

Disturbing.

‘Til next week, this has been Baseless Accusations. Let me know your thoughts. If you’ve missed and episode catch up online at http://www.vh1.com

♥ Author Tierra ♥

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"You are NOT listening to me!" he yelled in anger.

"Yes I am babe" she reassured him, shaking her head knowing this was about to begin another 12-round argument between the two.

"Really? So what did I just say" he berated.

"Something about…"she paused, trying to recount his actual words. "And then, you said… well I do remember there was something about dinner." She offered in an uneasy tone. Turning back to the magazine she'd been reading, she flipped the page and admired a light purple cardigan being advertised.

"Thank you for that convincing argument" he remarked, clapping his hands sarcastically. Still angry that she wasn't giving him her full attention he continued, "You know what…I can't do this anymore." For months he'd hoped their conversation wouldn't have to come to this, but he knew this was beyond his breaking point.

The last five words jarring her from her magazine, she repeated "you can't do this anymore? What can't you do?"

"I can't keep coming home to an insensitive woman. You don't listen to a word I say, when you do even give me a hint of your attention, you exaggerate what I've said, and frankly, I'm tired of it. It's clear that you don't respect me or this relationship and I want out" he finished.

"All this over dinner?!" she exclaimed. Starting in on a tangent, defensively she began "Yes, I'm going to cook, I always cook. That's what kills me. You act like you're going to die, because there's still thirty minutes left on the food. Give me a break. I am not your slave, and you have the audacity to talk about respect!" she condemned.

"Wow" he concluded, the rest of his words being lost in thought. Shaking his head he began gathering his things.

"Exactly. 'Wow' is right. I've got some complaints of my own, but you know what, I put them to the side because I know you mean well. Do I listen to everything you say? No. I. Do. Not." She confessed slowly, "but that doesn't mean I don't respect you, that doesn't mean you aren't the apple of my eye. Sometimes you just talk about things that I don't care about. So yes, I'm guilty of looking at you and thinking about what I want to base the chicken in while you're talking. And there have been times when you've been talking about work, that I've zoned out and started thinking about what color fingernail polish I should replace with my current. We've all been guilty of that" she offered, "but when you say something important, I'm all ears".

Jason had long since quit packing things into his suitcase to stare incredulously at his very-soon-to-be-ex. "You know what?" he began, "You're a real asshole. Who says that? Fingernail polish and garlic lime seasoning are more important than my conversations with you?" he asked tossing his hands up in despair. "You're pathetic you know that! You're 36, no kids, never married, still wearing your hair in a childhood pageboy and you don't even have the decency to have a good personality. You're going to end up…alone, again, with a house full of cats, half your age, who climb in your hair and drink from the same glass as you. I was your last hope." He affirmed.

"Oh that is low!" she retaliated. "Pageboy?! This is a traditional bob!" she yelled in offense. "Maybe this breakup is a good thing, I don't know if I want to be with someone who doesn't know how to fix his own meals. Who whines like a three-month old child when dinner isn't ready. I'm not your psychologist, call her up! Get back on the couch, mister! For the record I have a brilliant personality" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "I have supported you, and loved you, and catered to your every need. I miss one conversation about dinner and now I'm the bad person? She asked "I caught the jest of what you were saying and if that's not good enough…screw you".

Giving an exasperated sigh, he headed for the door, turning around he said, "No that's not good enough for me. And for the record, I never said anything about dinner, I said my mother died at a diner this morning, but you're right, when I say something important you're all ears" he said letting the door slam behind him.

Blended Lies

"You act like it's my fault that the number is in your phone Stanley!" she yelled.

"You ain't have no business going through my phone" he reprimanded, snatching his phone out her hand. "You trippin about finding numbers you need to stay your nosey ass out my shit."

"WHAT!?" she yelled incredulously. Ok, this was it. She'd given him the opportunity to at least pretend he wasn't romantically involved with the trifling hussy whose nude photo had shown up on the screen when she'd called, but he wasn't even trying. "Why do I always have to show how crazy I am" she questioned before taking it there. Walking over, she towered over him as he looked up at her patronizing her with his eyes.

"He really thinks I won't do anything to him" she realized. Nodding her head at her own revelation, she reached over, covered his entire, smug face with her fingers and pushed his head aside. "Stay out of your shit?" she repeated. Curling her fingers into a fist she landed a hard one against his right eye. "Or what?! What are you gonna do if I don't?" she countered hitting him again, this time causing his face to swell.

"Bitch!" he yelled, hopping up from his seat, "you not finna sit here and hit me like I'm some got-damn child."

Walking over to him she forcefully slapped the Iphone out of his hand and onto the floor. Shaking his head in amazement at the turn for crazy his girlfriend had just made, he reached down to pick up the phone, almost grasping it before she hastily swooped in and yanked it from the ground. Racing down the stairs, slipping over several, she hurried toward the blender and dunked the phone in. With Stanley quick on her heels, she turned to face him with a mischievous grin on her face.

"I'm sorry" he yelled, never taking his eyes off his prized mechanical possession lying cater-corner in the blending device. "I never did nothing with her, I promise" he "confessed". "You right, I was wrong for taking her number, for talking to her, but baby I promise, I didn't ask for that picture of her" he offered, hoping she wouldn't ask how it came to be her Caller ID. "And I was in the process of breaking it off with her cause I love you, you know, and I was telling her that" he rambled, thinking quickly on his toes.

She waited, finger hovering over the 'crushed' option.

"You know I love you, this is all one big misunderstanding. You said you love me too, so why you doing me like this?!" he questioned, feigning hurt feelings, wiping away imaginary tears.

"Why?" she asked looking at him through angry eyes. "Because you're a no-good piece of shit liar!" she yelled livid. " I did say I loved you" she said shaking her head at her own stupidity, "but then I went to the doctor Stanley. And you know what he told me?" she asked awaiting his reply. "He told me that I was pregnant Stanley, notice I said 'was'. But I'd already known it. For four months I'd known I was pregnant, and I waited, and waited for the perfect time to tell you. But you with your bullshit and your lies, it was something every week. The twins from Vegas, the hoe from the hood, and now this bitch, with her exposed nipple piercings mocking me from your cell phone. I lost my baby stressing over you and you never had the decency to even notice I was pregnant" she scoffed. "Didn't have the decency to come up with a good lie, and now, you care more about a $200 phone than you do the 'love of your life'. I'm doing this to you cause you did it to me" she said pressing down on the button as the phone bounced up and down, shards of plastic flying recklessly in circles.