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The F*ckery of Noah Mencia and Being the “Bigger” Person

So, last night my phone pinged with a Tinder alert. A new message: “Gorgeous”. I don’t recall swiping right on this guy, he wasn’t my type, but I had been on the app the night before while half-asleep. So we made idle chatter and he said that he wanted to text me. He quickly wanted to exchange pics. Wary of men who solicit selfie after selfie for their deranged little collection, I told him to go first. Lo and behold, within minutes he had sent me a dick pic. And that’s when things got messy.

Good God, not a dick pic. This is still a thing?

He hadn’t told me that. Oh well, a few minutes wasted and now I have to Google “is it safe to bleach your eyes”. No big deal.

Ah, the Danny Zuko line of sexual persuasion. As I am not 16, this did not work.

As I was in bed eating chocolate cake and watching Outlander, I vaguely took offense to this for a moment.

Yes, I can use course language, yes I have had my mouth washed out with soap before…

Now, up to this point I was annoyed but ready to move on with my night, but then I’m suddenly a bitch because I said “no thanks” to an unsolicited dick pic.

Why is he sending me pics of random white ladies now? The next time I get turned down for something I should send them pictures of random white ladies. I guess that’s a thing now. I’m sorry, Nearly Naked Lady, Lady with her Aunt or Something, and Brazilian Booty Pic lady, for my catty remarks. I just don’t know why you are popping up in my text messages. You didn’t consent to be there, but obviously Noah Mencia has trouble grasping the concept of consent. I’m also sure that he really is self-made, after the small loan of a million dollars from his father.

We had reached the “attempt at racial slurs” part of the evening. Apparently, Noah’s autocorrect wouldn’t let him be great but we can guess what slur he was attempting to call me here. One mild rejection and I had gone from “gorgeous” to an “ugly bigger”.

He called me gorgeous, but when I refer to myself as gorgeous that is cause for ridicule. No “You Don’t Know You’re Beautiful” points for me!

He. Was. Still. Going.

“Uneducated”, the refrain of white-appearing men who feel slighted by a black woman. I highly doubt that he would have said this to the Random White Ladies in the pictures.

Funny that he now says that he just texted a random number and had no idea who I was, because he used my name, which is unique, in his initial message to me. This was the end of my messages from Mr. Noah Alexander Mencia.

Why am I not letting this go? Why didn’t I go to the police? Why was I on Tinder in the first place?

-I’m sick of the assumption from men that they are entitled to me because I am pretty and I exist. I’m sick of white (or white-passing) men who have a fetish for “exotic” black women and pull a hissy fit when they get rejected. We’re always gorgeous until we say no, then we’re ugly and uneducated “bigger” bitches. This “bigger” is tired of being the “bigger” person and I’m not tolerating it. I also don’t see an effectiveness in having the police make a quiet phone call to him and hoping that it scares him enough, and that’s if the officer takes sexual harassment seriously.

-Tinder is an easy way to meet people. If you’re not looking for the same thing, it’s easy to part ways if someone doesn’t pull a tantrum. I won’t bother to justify my use of the app more than that.

I anticipate the fact that he will try to doxx me, but I’m not one sending out sad dick pics to women with a profile that includes my full name and education history.

Men, stop doing this.

Just…stop.

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The F*ckery of Noah Mencia and Being the “Bigger” Person

So, last night my phone pinged with a Tinder alert. A new message: “Gorgeous”. I don’t recall swiping right on this guy, he wasn’t my type, but I had been on the app the night before while half-asleep. So we made idle chatter and he said that he wanted to text me. He quickly wanted to exchange pics. Wary of men who solicit selfie after selfie for their deranged little collection, I told him to go first. Lo and behold, within minutes he had sent me a dick pic. And that’s when things got messy.

Good God, not a dick pic. This is still a thing?

He hadn’t told me that. Oh well, a few minutes wasted and now I have to Google “is it safe to bleach your eyes”. No big deal.

Ah, the Danny Zuko line of sexual persuasion. As I am not 16, this did not work.

As I was in bed eating chocolate cake and watching Outlander, I vaguely took offense to this for a moment.

Yes, I can use course language, yes I have had my mouth washed out with soap before…

Now, up to this point I was annoyed but ready to move on with my night, but then I’m suddenly a bitch because I said “no thanks” to an unsolicited dick pic.

Why is he sending me pics of random white ladies now? The next time I get turned down for something I should send them pictures of random white ladies. I guess that’s a thing now. I’m sorry, Nearly Naked Lady, Lady with her Aunt or Something, and Brazilian Booty Pic lady, for my catty remarks. I just don’t know why you are popping up in my text messages. You didn’t consent to be there, but obviously Noah Mencia has trouble grasping the concept of consent. I’m also sure that he really is self-made, after the small loan of a million dollars from his father.

We had reached the “attempt at racial slurs” part of the evening. Apparently, Noah’s autocorrect wouldn’t let him be great but we can guess what slur he was attempting to call me here. One mild rejection and I had gone from “gorgeous” to an “ugly bigger”.

He called me gorgeous, but when I refer to myself as gorgeous that is cause for ridicule. No “You Don’t Know You’re Beautiful” points for me!

He. Was. Still. Going.

“Uneducated”, the refrain of white-appearing men who feel slighted by a black woman. I highly doubt that he would have said this to the Random White Ladies in the pictures.

Funny that he now says that he just texted a random number and had no idea who I was, because he used my name, which is unique, in his initial message to me. This was the end of my messages from Mr. Noah Alexander Mencia.

Why am I not letting this go? Why didn’t I go to the police? Why was I on Tinder in the first place?

-I’m sick of the assumption from men that they are entitled to me because I am pretty and I exist. I’m sick of white (or white-passing) men who have a fetish for “exotic” black women and pull a hissy fit when they get rejected. We’re always gorgeous until we say no, then we’re ugly and uneducated “bigger” bitches. This “bigger” is tired of being the “bigger” person and I’m not tolerating it. I also don’t see an effectiveness in having the police make a quiet phone call to him and hoping that it scares him enough, and that’s if the officer takes sexual harassment seriously.

-Tinder is an easy way to meet people. If you’re not looking for the same thing, it’s easy to part ways if someone doesn’t pull a tantrum. I won’t bother to justify my use of the app more than that.

I anticipate the fact that he will try to doxx me, but I’m not one sending out sad dick pics to women with a profile that includes my full name and education history.

Men, stop doing this.

Just…stop.