So, essentially, my childhood went down the drain last week.
Okay… Maybe that’s a little too much exaggeration… my heart still hurts, though. Last week, unbeknownst to me (I definitely knew it was coming, “unbeknownst” just sounds sophisticated) Bill Cosby was found guilty on all counts of sexual harassment.
The “pudding man”, every ‘wannabe’ perfect child’s father and favorite dad was found guilty.
I won’t even waste time in going through the details of what’s been going on with Mr. Cosby. Just like most of America, though, he’s been headlining news reports for months now about accusations of sexual harassments.
Now, I have to make this very clear before I give an opinion and someone feels a way.
I totally support the #metoo movement. I support women’s rights. I also support fair and equal treatment when it comes to women, more especially. Often times (actually more often than none), we as women find ourselves having to compromise who we are, and give up “something” for equal and furthermore, equal opportunity.
Now, y’all are about to hate me…
**Kanye is definitely on my bad side right now, btw**
I know Father, Uncle, Daddy, Pawpaw Cosby is guilty. Too many have been able to attest to this fact. I also think that because he is 80 years old, he should have the opportunity to live the rest of his best life at home; not locked behind bars, not wearing other folks draws, not eating poo-poo food but enjoying the fruits of his labor. Yes…. I said it.