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NSFW: On Being A Woman in The Lawrence Hive

This Sunday marks the return of Issa Rae’s“Insecure” and every podcast, radio show, and YouTube channel seems to be discussing the aftermath of “the backshot heard round the world.” The season one finale left everyone caught up in a bitter debate about who was to blame for Issa and Lawrence's relationship reaching the place of no return with the opposing sides looking like a battle of the sexes. Months later men are championing Lawrence’s near violent assertion of his singledom while women are criticizing their cheating double standards.
Both sides have compelling rationalizations but in this situation my sympathies lie with the collateral damage.
I am resolutely, unwaveringly, enthusiastically waving the Best Buy blue flag of the Lawrence Hive because I've been the Tasha between Issa and Lawrence and I've gotta tell you it isn't as fun as it looks. Issa’s passive aggression has created a shitstorm of emotions, address changes, and probably Party Next Door lyrics filled Instagram captions that affects not only two people but three.
Tasha and her perfectly symmetrical titties don't deserve this.
She met someone she actually liked and he was in a relationship. And now that he's not she thinks she has a legitimate shot. Instead she's about to get a one way ticket to the land of 4:43. 
It's tempting to place sole blame with Lawrence for what are surely about to be fuckboiesqueactions. He knows she's really into him. He knows she wants a relationship (evidently badly enough to show up in the appliance section looking like a snack). He knows he could've just paid shorty in the strip club and let Tasha escape being seen as a port in a storm.
But it was Issa who failed to communicate. Issa who failed to establish boundaries. Issa who would rather vent to Molly about her relationship than try and save it. Issa who was ready to risk it all in the damn series premiere suggesting she was never all that invested in the first place.
I know in real life I can't hold black women accountable for breaking the hearts of black men and certainly for what those men do after their hearts have been broken. I know relationships are messy and that everybody is destined to be someone else’s rebound. I know that dating is just as confusing and difficult for us as it is for our white counterparts and that everyone is entitled to make mistakes once they catch a strong case of the feels.
But watching Issa get her back blown out a few feet from an empty Ciroc bottle while the man home waiting on her could've been with someone who really wanted him AND appreciates jalapeño poppers wasn't reality it was HBO.
Lawrence Hive for life.


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