By Sylvia D. Snowden
Have you ever seen a horror film where the sweet, young ingénue is about to get gutted? First, you see the killer hiding in the closet, and then you hear the ominous music. That’s when your heart starts racing because now you know she’s a goner.
You try to call-out to her through the screen, but you know she can’t hear you. Then you start to feel really sorry for the girl because you realize she has no idea what’s going to happen. Those are basically the emotions we go through, right?
Well, those are the same exact feelings I get every time I watch Kylie Jenner with her new “boyfriend,” Tyga, a moderately acclaimed, 25-year-old rapper, who allegedly left his fiancée and baby to date Kylie.
When the news recently broke that Kylie was dating Tyga, a lot of people were absolutely flabbergasted by their paring. They thought he was too old, too funny looking and that the Kardashian/Jenner clan already had enough rappers in the mix.
And do you know what? I agree with ALL of those critiques, but, ultimately, they weren’t why I began hearing the ominous music. Forget that he’s a rapper (because not all rappers are bad guys, right?). And even try to forget that he’s 25 (though I fully acknowledge that’s creepy and probably illegal).
Why forget? Because rappers can change occupations, 17-year-olds can have more birthdays (and turn 18, the age of consent), but a man who abandons his family to be with another woman will always be a turd. You hear me? He’s a T-U-R-D; and he is to a woman’s emotional and mental well-being what the killer in the horror movie is to the young ingénue. And I’m completely alarmed that Kylie doesn’t realize she’s the next victim on the emotional chopping block that is his life. I mean, you’d think that between her mother and all of those older sisters somebody would have sense enough to warn her, but, well……cough…..never mind.
To be sure, Kylie Jenner is 17-years-old, probably a little insecure and may not have been around the block enough times to know a rat when she sees one.
That said though, she’s making the same error women much older and “wiser” than she make.
She thinks her love is “special.” She believes Tyga’s a bad boy who’ll be good just for her. Sometimes, though, our competitive nature as women, tricks us into believing a man left his last woman for us because…well… the better woman won. We fail to stop and ask ourselves though, “So, what exactly did I win?” Regrettably, I know all too well, exactly what Ms. Kylie got.
Tyga will leave her and she will be devastated. It will hit her like a ton of bricks that she fell in love with a shady, selfish narcissist.
She will spend countless days and nights trying to figure out how someone she trusted could betray her so easily. She’ll wonder if she missed obvious signs. Worst of all, she will beat herself up, for knowing—the entire time—what he was capable of but never once realizing he was capable of doing it to her.
I want to call out to her. I want to tell her the killer is standing next to her, holding her hand.
I wish I could make her understand that a man who latches on to a new woman without having fully let go of the old–with the ease of a child coasting across monkey bars—doesn’t care about inflicting emotional damage.
But alas, she can’t hear my forewarning anymore than that girl in the horror movie can. So, you know, forget the crazy “duck lips” thing, the real reason to feel sorry for Kylie is she’s going to get her heart, her innocence and her emotional well-being completely gutted.
And she won’t even see it coming.
Sylvia D. Snowden is a fabulous Chicago-based journalist, read more about her on www.TrulySylvia.com. Follow Sylvia on Twitter @TrulySylvia
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