Fantasia, You're a Non Fucking Factor

by Eco.Soul.Intellectual

I know Fantasia is a gifted singer when she isn't screaming all the time and kicking off her shoes.

I defended Fantasia when she received harsh criticism for messing with a married man, and others such as Alicia Keys and Lauryn Hill get slightly-tempered responses, and still have a career.

I even cheered for her when she attempted to read on a seventh grade level and do basic math on her reality show. I did not stigmatize Fantasia because truth be told, a large number of Americans are semi-literate, including Hollywood.

For example, R.Kelly, the best daddy day care you can find admitted to be illiterate in the midst of his legal woes for pissing on a 14-year-old. Then he proceeded to put out a song talking about writing a love letter. Yeah right.

For real, for real, I really hoped Tasia could baptize herself in a healthier life. One in which she could surround herself with love and people who would direct her with wisdom and not leech on the small change she has made with her depleting fame. Like her grown ass brother Teeny, who hasn't had a job since he played drums in the church. His sorry ass.

But I must retract on Fantasia. The recent news that she is now openly dating her former married lover, and is with child again by him speaks volumes to the proverb, "You can take a chicken head out the hood, but she will keep clucking."

Fantasia and Antwaun, a hoodrat's love story in true fashion. She runs back to a dude who was fucking her and his wife raw at the same time. Shacking up with both of them at the same time, and didn't have a job. Oh, my bad he was in real estate, during the fucking housing implosion. This was the Negro who at one point bragged about being happy that he finally had his own one bedroom apartment after his ex kicked his ass out.

And I know her family and friends have been screaming and shaking her to read the obvious signs on the wall. But her self-esteem issues and insecurities are clogging her sensibilities. Just because somebody say you purty Tasia, don't mean they love you.

Antwaun pulled a bigger fish then mooching off of his former wife who had several advanced degrees. Now he's with someone who can barely read?

But as Fantasia said on her reality show, "He makes me feel good. He tells me I'm beautiful." She really is Celie.

I am no Cleo the Psychic, but this rocky foundation is bound to go in a Bobby and Whitney direction; twisted and fucked up. She thought she was a baby mama then? This cat is about to play on every single insecurity he knows.

If you were so desperate to find someone to tell you, you look purty Fantasia, you could've bought you some well-behaved dick from Africa that was waaaaaaayyyyyy cheaper because this mufucka is going to cost you.

As for Antwuan, he definitely got a hood star; however her light is blinking on low and she's about to fall out of the sky onto the rocks of reality and brokeness (again) with these low record sales. Hopefully, this disastrous relationship will give us one or two great singles.

Aye yai, yai.

Colorism Does Matter in the Case of Fantasia

by Eco.Soul.Intellectual

It is unfortunate that Fantasia had to address the issue of colorism at a time when unwise decisions and straight gutter behavior in her personal life undermined the truth of skin color preference in the media that has been going on forever.

Before I start my piece, I too as a married woman would’ve been on the hunt for Fantasia, right after I dealt with my hubby. So I speak as a sister who is in love, and celebrates the sacredness of marriage.

Now let me continue…

I cringed at Fantasia’s reality show (especially her coon brother Teeny) and oft-bad hair days of many unflattering shades; but I cannot turn a blind eye on how much negative press she has gotten since her emergence into the limelight or should I say blind-light.

Fantasia, a functioning-illiterate, high school drop-out and young single mother when she won the American Idol competition became the butt of jokes that many people snickered loudly after she publically confessed her educational flaws and social status.

She became the ignorant welfare-mother with the predictable dead-beat black baby daddy that we oft-hear too much since the Moynihan reports of the 1950s.

Fantasia fits perfectly into the quintessential black woman that mainstream America imagines—uneducated, lonely and poor. The fact that she is darker in her brown complexion with broad facial features and big-ole booty, made it easier for the jokes and perceptions to continue.

She is the Jezebel, the Mammy, the Sapphire, the Aunt Sarah and Peaches in Nina Simone’s infamious song, “Four Women.” Hell, look at how Nina Simone herself got treated. Or for that matter, Shirley Chisholm, Cicely Tyson and even Gabrielle Union who can’t land a job if she sucked every director in Hollywood.

Fantasia is aesthetically displeasing from the lens of a supremacist mindset that has never embraced brown-skinned ladies as the epitome of beautiful.

Truth be told, America is still trying to convince themselves that Michelle Obama is pretty with its overemphasis of her grace and charm.

It took an exposé of her affair for Fantasia to articulate what she had been feeling and thinking for a long time. Hollywood, America, and the black community still operate from a skin color hierarchy.

Of course her claims were done in wrong timing. I agree that her accusations were misplaced and serve as no excuse to contributing to the disruption of a family and fellow black woman; but her charges of a biased, color-eyed media are dead-on.

This is the part of the industry I loathe. High-yella folk (still) get all the fun, and frankly much of the good jobs. Of course they are surveillance and limited, but it is a truth that they enjoy a certain movement than those who are more closely associated to our African ancestors.

And in my opinion, folk like Alicia Keys are privy to celebrating an Afro-centric flair (braids and all) and a hood swagger more than an India.Arie who is blasted and maligned as a bohemian hippie and alternative artists who is pushed to the periphery.

Fantasia, Suicide, & the Natural Progression of Hoe-Shit

So Fantasia tried to kill herself; overdosed on Bayer Baby Aspirin is what I heard. See what happens when you can't read? Yeah I know that last line was fucked up; after all, the girl did try and kill herself. But I'm sorry, I'm having a hard time feeling any sympathy for her. Like Jay-Z said, "shit was allgood just a week ago," but now you wanna kill yourself because now the word is out that you've been having a relationship with a married man and there's a possible sex tape hiding in somebody's friggin closet?

Of course being sued by the wife of said married man  to the tune of $2,000,000 probably doesn't help matters, but, err, umm, I'm pretty sure Fantasia knew this cat was married once she decided to throw on her cape and tried to save-a-nigga, offering to buy him cars and taking him on trips to Barbados after meeting him in a T-Mobile store. So yeah, being outed and discussed in the blogosphere and in tabloids are a bitch, but kill yourself? And I'm supposed to feel sorry for you?

Ok, so let's play the pity party game: What if Fantasia was shot by the wife of the guy with whom she had relations, would you feel sorry for her? Not saying that shooting her is the right thing to do, but it happens. Hell, Steve McNair got fucking murked by the side-piece he was having an affair with unknown to his wife last year. Does the fact of Fantasia being a woman as opposed to Steve McNair make a difference? Hell no it doesn't! Did I feel sorry for him? Hell no I didn't! Did any of you?

No you didn't, and you all were stomping your feet and cheering while screaming, "that's what you get for cheating on your wife, nigga!" But yet I'm supposed to feel some-type-of-way because Fantasia Barrino figured the best thing to do was to go to sleep permanently? I'm sorry, but being exposed on some hoe-shit hardly qualifies as reason to kill yourself. Not that there's ever a good reason to kill yourself; but to do so because you've reached hoe status outside of the hood you grew up in; and, because your I-almost-lost-my house-to-foreclosure-ass, could possibly be forced to dish out loot to a jilted wife, clearly, is fucked up.

Period, point blank, it's selfish.