So let's be real here.

So on the topic of this whole Rihanna and Cassie "personal" pictures scandal, the entire situation begs the question 'why?'. Why did two established, I use the word very loosely in Cassie's case, cause we all know the only reason she's still up float is cause she knows how to drop it like it's hot on a certain rapper moguls nether regions, celebrities feel the need to share their bodies in such a way? 

On a fucking cheap ass camera phone? When they have oodles of fucking cash to hire themselves a damn professional photographer and knock that shit out that ballpark.  Don't you know how bad ass Annie Leibovitz could make a vagina look?! For fucks sakes even KIM KARDASHIAN, a chick whose only claim to fame was that ridiculous sex tape with the should be forgotten Ray J, even hooked herself up with some professionals when she made that birthday calendar for her significant other. 

What the fuck you looking at?! Don't even front like you ain't watch that damn show. 

So if a chick like that (again, I will not front, I fucking love that bitch) somehow musters up enough sense to go pro with it, why the fuck can't the likes of Rihanna and Cassie who have ACTUAL claims to fame do the same? 

It's all nigga shit! Every fucking year there's some sort of hacking, some sort of leak and we are given a birds eye view of an otherwise innocent celebrity. Now word on the greasy streets is that whoever had these pics, yes, ONE person had these pics, ONE,  has had them for a minute, and has MORE ridiculously smutty flicks of even MORE celebrities. 

So my question is, to all the bitches out there making money off of my adoration of you. Why the fuck can't you go pro? You go pro for everything else, so why not the vajayjay shots? 

Why do you even have vajayjay shots? 

You're fucking rich. You shouldn't have that bullshit idle time! And if I'm gonna be looking into your reproductive tract I'd like some better quality shots, you know, hit me up with some HD or something. 

And to Cassie...BITCH IT'S CALLED KEGELS.

Love,

Franki xx.