Recently, I was scrolling through Facebook instead of doing my Mass Media homework (sorry not sorry, Professor), and I came across an interesting video clip from a show I had vaguely heard of called "It’s Not You, It’s Men." According to Oprah's website, this show "brings viewers fresh insights on sex, love and relationships." Yes, a show featuring Tyrese, who has often had not-so-great things to say to women, particularly Black women, offers "fresh insights" on gender topics. Can you tell I’m skeptical? The show’s premise is as follows:

Each week, the series will feature new celebrity guests and relationship experts offering unique points of view on topics ranging from why you're still single to what newlyweds should expect after they exchange their vows. And, you can get in on the conversation by taking to social media and asking Tyrese and Rev Run your most intimate questions about men, relationships, marriage and sex.

Well, here’s an intimate question for Tyrese and Rev: Why do you two hate women?

Well, hey, don’t look at me like that. If the shoe fits. I’m not being harsh here. I’m only asking because your responses on your show to women being violated by men are characteristic of, well, misogynists.

This past week, the "It’s Not You, It’s Men" hosts were graced by actress, entrepreneur, writer and slut-walker Amber Rose and they all had quite an interesting conversation.

The topic of consent came about, and the two men on stage decided it was time to be gross. Both of these men espouse the belief that how one dresses determines how one is treated.

Tyrese explained his gem of an opinion as such:

Like, if you see a basketball player, and he’s known as a basketball player when you see him, you’ll be like ‘Yo, let’s go play ball.’ I’m just saying the comfortability that some people find in wanting to touch or grope you... it’s an energy that’s being sent out there that creates that type of response.

Run’s statement was less ridiculous, but just as irrelevant to the topic at hand: Dress how you want to be addressed.

Okay. So let’s break these statements down.

I cannot get over how disgusting Tyrese’s statement is. The basketball metaphor is utterly worthless and illogical. If I see a basketball player on the street in their jersey, I may very well have the desire to play ball with them. That’s fine. But they have absolutely no obligation to play ball with me if they don’t want to. It is quite literally a no-brainer, or at least it should be, that people don’t owe your desires anything. If I see Amber Rose on the street and she’s wearing a tight dress that shows off her figure, I may very well be attracted to her. She’s Amber Rose, it’s kind of hard not to be attracted. But she owes me absolutely nothing. The ‘comfortability’ that anyone feels touching Amber is solely due to that person’s lack of boundaries and respect for other people’s bodies. What "energy" is being sent out, Tyrese? Are men soulless beings who are shocked to life by scantily clad women who send out a mystical pheromone to wake their dicks and hands up? Tell me, please. I’m very curious. I find idiocy fascinating.

Now let’s address Run’s comment. The quote he recited isn’t in and of itself totally bad. I can see the mindset behind a quote like that working well in a professional or educational atmosphere. That might be a quote helpful to young kids entering a career field that requires you to “look the part.” Or, since Run is a reverend, maybe he views that quote from a parochial perspective. You've got to look the part to minister. And perhaps I can give Run a pass in that regard because he is a father who possibly sees things in a parental lens. But ultimately, it is a sanctimonious and inappropriate quote for a conversation about consent. It just comes across as victim-blaming, a P.C. version of “Don’t dress like a whore and you won’t get raped.”

Amber Rose said it best:

If I’m laying down with a man–butt-naked–and his condom is on, and I say, ‘You know what? No. I don’t want to do this. I changed my mind,’ that means no. That means fucking no. That’s it… It doesn’t matter how far I take it or what I have on–when I say no, it means no.

What really gets me is that here you have these two Black men telling a Black (or mixed, Creole, whatever you want to call her) woman essentially that if she’s sexually assaulted, she’s asking for it because she “dressed how she wanted to be addressed.” Seriously? I guess Tyrese and Rev forgot what white people say whenever a brother is shot by the cops: “Pull up your pants.” “Don’t dress like a thug.” “Speak proper English.” “If you don’t wanna be shot, stop acting like animals.” Basically, Black people are asking for it.

Now, any old fool with a brain knows that these criticisms are baseless because we’ve seen time and time again how the cops have shot children, elderly people, men with their hands up, and women with their heads down. People who were, by racist logic, not “asking for it.” So don’t feed me your elitist, white supremacist rhetoric that people are “asking” to be shot. And the same goes for rape, or molestation, or any kind of unconsensual sexual violation. Don’t sit here and try to justify a creepy, bereft man-child putting his hands and his shaft where they don’t belong. Women get raped wearing anything from a tube top to a burka. Stop justifying abuse.

Tyrese: Stick to music because your gender politics are juvenile.

Rev.: I don’t even know what you do anymore but whatever it is must be better than talking about consent so go do it. You have daughters, for Christ’s Sake. Pray on that.

Men: We. Can. Do. Better.

Women don’t dress nice so that scuzzy men can grope them up and down like cats attacking a scratching post. Women don’t exist for the gaze of men. Women don’t exist for the pleasure of men. Women don’t exist for men. Point blank period.

Hopefully, Amber taught these guys a valuable lesson, and for future conversations about consent, they’ll take a note from the title of their show: "It’s Not You, It’s Men."

Now, on a much lighter note, enjoy this video of two models describing their hilarious escapades against unsolicited dick pics: