Eddie Murphy You Owe Me An Apology
Mr. Eddie Murphy, why me? Why do you have to make fun of me, a Rubenesque woman of African descent? Is that's the way you show your love?
I'm a fan. I think you're smart, handsome, and funny. I am among the six people who actually liked Bowfinger. But you reward me with insults.
Why do you have to strap on a great big ole false bootie, an avalanche of a belly, and watermelon titties for a few laughs at my expense? Huh? Answer me, boy. I'm not playing with you. I take your insults seriously.
Why this unhealthy nostalgia for the minstrel show? Why has black female fat become the new black face? Work your issues out on your therapist's couch, Sweetie, not publicly. If you want a big bootie and a set of boobies, buy you some. Medical science can works miracles--ask Michael Jackson.
Mr. Murphy, I do not accept your scorn, your contempt, nor your bigotry.
You owe me an apology.