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“You were just an itch I needed to scratch.” – A Motherfucking Savage Ass Boss Playa
With that scathing 1-liner from Issa to Daniel, I realized that Insecure wasn’t only a show about Black women navigating their way thru adulthood, dating, and work. This show is a mirror of how insecure Black men are when shown how nonchalantly we’ve treated Black women for ages. I specifically say Black because I am Black, and white people are on probation with me right now. See: 2016 presidential election.
Understand this; I’m not a politician and I’m not here to coddle, comfort, pander to or stroke your ego; my words are a space of truth, and if you’re one who needs their delicate sensibilities tippy-toed around, I’m not for you, and neither is Insecure.
From the 1st episode, Issa planted the seeds of just how strong her pimp hand really was/is. The “nice guy” boyfriend Lawrence, who made her birthday all about him, was dressed for the part of a fucking loser; by no means do you trust any man wearing a baggy crewneck with the bum ass baggy bottom sweats to match! Why would Issa, or any woman HAVE to deal with someone not pulling their weight in a relationship? Let’s look in the mirror; as a man, I wouldn’t deal with any woman who talked about their goals, but didn’t achieve any of them, let alone not be proactive about them, all while I’m dealing with the stress of my job. Imagine how draining that must feel for Issa? As guys, we rather empathize with Lawrence, because “it’s more attractive when you hold it down” well how about giving her something to hold down? From jump, all Lawrence did was hold Issa down, and not in the attractive way; he was/is dead fucking weight, fuck him and his crewneck.
Now, Issa replied to a text from Daniel while the fuckhead Larry (he hasn’t earned enough respect to be called his full name) is ruining her birthday; that was the savage seed being planted but only real savages would appreciate that. Issa lurked Daniel’s TL for clues/hints, like all real savages do, found exactly where to pull up on him at, and mind fuck the living shit out of him. Before she pulled up to the hood spot, Issa rapped in the mirror (something that would become a running gag) practiced/projected her insecurities of how to go about her savage outing, and therein lies the duality of Insecure being a mirror; as a man, I’m in the mirror watching my reflection in a role-reversal, and putting myself in Issa’s shoes. Here’s the thing about women, they’re savages by nature, and we just have to tip our collective hats because Issa “ran into” Daniel with full intention of letting him get the draws. Issa even pulled up to this mans house, kissed him, and then told him, nah but Daniel actually curved her because she wanted too much. This here is the seed of savage that women plant, Daniel told Issa he wasn’t looking for a relationship; this was the moment Issa’s savage light lit the fuck up, like, “Oh word? Aight bet!” Right then & there is when Issa decided to play the long game with Daniel; the “itch” began. The savage “itch” that is. Drake’s Feel No Ways was playing in the background at the bar when Issa linked with Daniel, then they made mention that Drake just gets every Black girl that went to college now let’s fast-forward to, “You were just an itch I needed to scratch.” Doesn’t that sound just like Drake’s line from I’m The Plug? “I gave it to her, the I curved her.”
Issa played the long game, and I for one bow down in the presence of a boss playa. Everyone is too busy poking their ego out, and talking out of turn instead of shutting the fuck up and learning something. Daniel pulled up to Issa’s job, now look in the mirror, and reverse the roles; if a woman pulled up to a mans job, what would we as men call her without hesitation? Stop straining yourself; we’d call her crazy. So why is Daniel any different? Because again, we as men are empathic towards losers. What makes Danny (he doesn’t deserve his full name) any different from all the SoundCloud MC Tweet Tweet’s people have chastised since the beginning of time? Oh, he SAID he works with Ty $? So I guess that means he’s telling the truth? Meanwhile in real life he’s in a living room faux studio with terrible rappers, making terrible songs. Issa didn’t upgrade, or catch a prize, she scratched her “What if?” and got some thrusts that she’d been wondering about; what’s wrong with that? Are we not human? Are women held to a higher standard of composure & restraint? Let’s do some math, if all men are supposedly these “savages” then who are they fucking, if not women? You should want women to set that thang out. This is not to say I’m void of catching feelings but real savages know where to place them, and more over, real savages know how to accept savage shit happening. Honestly, what most people see as “savage” most savages just see as another Sunday. It’s ok to admit that you’re not built like that; it’s ok to admit you don’t like transparency & truth, but know that if you step into the game, any and everything is fair play.
Let me switch gears to Molly right quick; we all know Molly’s but ain’t nothing wrong with her. Is she not allowed to have standards, all while everyone watching the show is projecting their standards on her character? Savage life doesn’t do hypocrisy, that’s for the mediocre, and the meek (Drake/Meek, you see what I did there). Molly is a savage who doesn’t know exactly what she wants, but of course any and everybody watching the show will judge her because their love lives are going exactly as planned; learn sarcasm. I’ve dealt with Molly’s, the “my shit don’t stink” types, and never wanting to be held accountable types; shit is frustrating but that’s it. Nobody owns anyone; not their affection, not their time, not their intentions, not their love, NOTHING. So why is it that Molly gets everyone so up in arms? Because she’s a woman, y’all not savages, and swear y’all live by these standards that your ego tells you everyone else has to abide by. Nobody has to be the idea of them that you conjured up in your head cuz that’s all it is, an idea. The reality is that molly is a gorgeous, successful woman who can pretty much get any guy she wants; can’t “keep” one but in most success begets success, and calls for someone that can wet that appetite because no matter what the freestyle stated, Molly’s shown she knows how to work her pussy.
I’ve been mad, I’ve reacted terribly to the truth, and there’s no excuse for that but when I tell you I was scared for Issa’s life when Larry was yelling at her to move out the way, Lord Jesus Christmas. Obviously the season finale is the talk of the town, and understandably so but I watched it from a very different POV. Danny was non-existent as he should be because mistresses catch feelings every day. Larry went to the strip club to blow off some steam, heard the prices the striper was charging, and caught a post-nut moment of clarity. See, this isn’t about Larry being broke because he was cashing checks the entire series, and even had a nice savings, also, broke can be fixed rather quickly if you apply yourself. However, being a bum ass nigga doesn’t change in an episode; that’s a mind state.
Issa turned into a simp, and while I understand it, she signed up for the savage life, and is turning into the light skin Canadian right in front of our eyes. In yet another example of the mirror, and role-reversal, Issa pulled up at Larry’s new job, the one he almost didn’t take because he thought his shit didn’t stink, and proceeded to behave like every sad Drake song ever written. Here’s where I really lose all hope for the bum named Larry, he tells her he misses her, heads back to their crib, and picks up on bad energy but the thing is HE placed all that negative energy there by being a bum. Now, Larry is all within his right to change his mind, and peel off on Issa but look how emotional he was, taking the damn linens, pillows, and leaving his bum ass Best Buy shirt in the closet, as to say “you lost one.” Nigga, fuck you, and the emotions you rode in on! Drop your ego for a second, look in the mirror, reverse the roles, who usually does petty shit like leaving something behind to send you on a guilt trip? Exactly! Furthermore, men shouldn’t even want to be “petty” but then I remember y’all not real savages because real savages would be transparent, and play the long game right back on Issa. Larry needs to is ten to Dirt Off Your Shoulder by Jay-Z, and understand, “Ladies is pimps too, go & brush you’re your shoulders off…”the “go & brush your shoulders off…” is a rallying cry to the savages to understand that women can play the game too, and you just have to let that roll off your back. But look at Larry; emotional! Went straight to the weird stalker type woman from the bank, and cashed a different type of check in her. Those thrusts weren’t anything more but hurt trying to leave his body because he was thinking about Issa the entire time. Meanwhile, when Issa let Danny boy GTD, she was in missionary, riding him, all types of physical enjoyment, and just scratching her itch, emotionally unattached, and strictly for physical pleasure. Yet, everyone thinks Larry is a real nigga? Who’s a real nigga, and who ain’t one? PLEASE! Going to need to need the characters to listen to more Jay-Z instead of Drake because all of these problems could have been avoided if they listened to Fuck All Night, “Had to laugh for a second, had to check myself, get my macking back in perspective…” because if Larry was this real nigga everyone thinks he is, he would have had Molly setting that thang out for him in his Best Buy shirt, but nope! I just want Issa to listen to On To The Next One, “Y’all should grow the fuck up, come here, let me coach you…” Come here Issa, you have a lot of savage potential; let me coach you!
All in all, I’m a HUGE fan of this show, and I know being a fan in 2016 is frowned up because everybody thinks they’re somebody they’re not because they have Wi-Fi. My definition of art is something that imitates life, has life imitate the art and/or something that evokes emotion in a way where you can’t tell where the fans fantasy ends, and reality begins. Art is that blurry line; art is that bridge we live on between fantasy & reality. In the age of social media, a Black woman who started her career as an “internet sensation” represented the very essence, and life of Twitter, situations that get the people going. Insecure is a masterpiece, and Issa Rae is every artist history tells us to adore wrapped up in a Black woman. I love entertaining engines of chaos without being malicious; they give us breaks from the monotony of the every day grind. Thank you Issa Rae & Insecure for such a beautiful gift; you are all appreciated.
Please understand that I am simply the messenger. I am not a psychiatrist, psychologist or any of that shit; so if the shit hits the fan, it’s your own fucking fault. In the meantime, tuck your egos in, your insecurities are showing. Think about it.