Dear Amber Rose,
Before writing this letter to you I had to Google you to find out who you are. Even Wikipedia was like, “Who dis?” when I typed in your name.
I found out about your existence at the beginning of the year when you divorced Wiz Khalifa, who btw looks like the Polsmoor version of the Nik Naks man.
Soon after that you posted this super tasteful photo of yourself, which was obviously not a cry for attention at all.
Then the other day I saw your name on my Twitter timeline again – this time for calling the Kardashians whores.
Now, I’ll admit that my first instinct was to grab the popcorn and have a good LOL. But then the more I thought about it, the more upset I got about the fact that you used that term so loosely.
Yes, Kim K has a sex tape. And yes, I do sometimes get the grillies when I think about the amount of d that family has seen. Does that warrant being called a whore? No. It doesn’t.
Both you and the Kardashians are attention seekers of note, but at least the Kardashians are doing something. Instead of sub-tweeting everyone and having a hissy fit like you, Kim took the betrayal of a man and turned it into a multi-million franchise.
Tell me, Amber. What is it that you do the whole day? Why are you even famous? Because I’m struggling to see why the media is even giving you the time of day.
I think you should use all that spare time you seem to have to think about your choice in men. Kanye West is one brain cell away from a Neanderthal.
And Wiz… What can even be said about a man whose name rhymes with a body fluid?
That said, you also didn’t deserve the names Khloe Kardashian and her krew threw at you. No matter what, calling other women sluts and whores is not acceptable.
So Amber, I’ve given you a lot to think about in the 24 hours a day you spend doing fuckall.
I hope you’ve learnt something from this.
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