Welcome to “Too be, or not, ‘Fuck that, I’m Outside"

 Let’s just start with the truth: I’m not a therapist. I’m not Iyanla. I’m just someone who’s had enough situationships to write a few “Girl, You’re Stupid!” books, a spinoff movie series, and maybe a musical if you give me a drink or two with k. Michelle on the karaoke and me signing “You can’t Raise a Man” into the mic off key and high pitched. Who’s judging?

This blog is for the romantically exhausted, the emotionally enlightened, and the folks who’ve ever stared at their phone like, “Did this fool just…?” Yes. Yes, he did. And we’re gonna talk about it.

We’re diving into red flags so bright they need a hazard sign and you some Ray-Ban’s, green flags that don’t get enough credit, and the art of knowing your worth even when someone’s trying to downgrade you down like it’s a flea market.

Because here’s the real tea: it’s not always about being boo’d up, sometimes it’s about being you’d up. Boundaries, baby. Self-respect. And knowing when to exit stage left before you start googling, “how to emotionally recover from dating a narcissist”, or how to commit murder and frame his best friend.

So, grab a snack, stay ready, and remember—it’s okay to say, “Too be, or not, 'Fuck that, I'm outside." and hit the streets with your dignity intact.

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