The last woman a man would hold in high esteem, chase after, or even purchase a diamond ring for is a woman that doesn’t respect her temple. A woman that all eyes have seen. Bare. What’s a woman without mystery? Well, that’s not a woman at all. Yes, she has a vagina. Yes, she has money. She can twerk with a see through gown on and high heels. What-a-talent! But is she a woman. Is she? According to her fans, she is absolutely everything and more. Fashion-killer. ‘Classy’—that one makes me giggle with a tear. Oh yes, she slayed. Slayed the image of the ‘phenomenal woman’ that all young women should have been raised to be. Praise Maya Angelou this week (may she rest in love). Praise Robyn the next. But hey, some people don’t look at the story this way because after all, we’ve seen her naked before. We all have. Our parents have seen it, grandparents, children, grandchildren, cousins, heck our pastors may have stumbled upon it (hopefully not willingly). Sometimes I just wonder if she plans to have kids in the near future because without a drip of a doubt, I would be utterly ashamed if she were my mum. But who was surprised anyway? She ruined the element of surprise already. I expect her to show up completely naked to whatever event that comes next. And while everyone gazes at it in astonishment. I’ll gently scroll on to the next image on instagram and sip my ginger tea with ghost stories playing in the background. It’s shameful and I don’t wish to speak on it again. In other news, #bringbackourgirls.