Black Women Hate Each Other!!!!

"Look at this ho," "Ooo no this bitch didn't wear that outfit," "Do you see her over there switchin' dat ass tryin' to look cute, her hair ain't that long it's a weave, my cousin juju done put dat weave up in her hair, it's finna fall off because she be swingin' it around to much."

According to Essence Magazine black women have a hard time learning to compliment each other. We are a community filled with women of different colors from honey to dark chocolate, yet we sit up here and judge each other on the way we look constantly. We put ourselves on a higher level than other black women and give white women all the credit for beauty. The only time black women want to talk about a white women when they see them with a black man. We judge each other on how long our hair is, what grade of hair we have, and whether we wear fake or real hair. Why do we constantly bash each other? Why do we look down on each other? Because in the end we are all black, we all go through the same struggles, and no matter what your skin color is white people would see you as black even if your light bright or pitch black.

Here is what Essence has to say:

Sisterhood. It’s such a loaded term for Black women, no two of us define it quite the same way. There has always been a particular rhetoric about Black women as sisters, but for some of us, the reality doesn’t always measure up. Our collective struggle against racial, class and gender barriers are ties that theoretically bind; the word sister itself has become synonymous with Black woman (as in “That sister was doing her thing!”). Yet Black women from every socioeconomic group still report that the search for true sisterhood is at times clouded with confusion-if not straight-up pain. ESSENCE editor-in-chief Angela Burt-Murray acknowledged as much in her April 2009 “Between Us” letter from the editor, in which she pondered: “Black women’s relationships with one another have often been fraught with tension. Truth is, sometimes we are our own worst enemy…. Whatever happened to lifting each other as we climb?”
Imagine what might happen if we all chose to abandon the self-fulfilling, negative model of generally hating on sisters, and instead consistently take action to spin our relationships with other Black women to the positive. Like offering random sisters a genuine smile or giving other Black women compliments instead of snide side-glances. How might a fighting woman like Nikia Macklin have been different if, from the time she was a young girl, instead of feeling piercing judgmental eyes from her sisters, she had been enveloped by unconditional support and camaraderie? And even, dare it be said, love?