Hey y’all, B Love’s Life here. I need to be real with you today about something that’s been bothering me—this show called Baddies. Now, Darius and I chopped it up about it in a recent video, but let me go deeper here. I had to stop watching it. Completely. Why? Because it stopped being entertainment and started looking like trauma on display.
Every single episode, there’s a fight. Not one, not two—every single one. These women can’t even hold a normal conversation. One minute they’re talking like civilized folks, and the next? Boom. Somebody gets punched in the face like we back in high school gym lockers. And I kept asking myself, “What are we watching this for? What’s the value?” Because at some point, it stopped being fun and started being exhausting.
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The person who really made it unwatchable for me? Chrisean. Look, I don’t want to bash nobody, but that girl needs help. Real help. Therapy, healing, peace. I told Darius straight up—I’d have to walk in with protection around her, because she’s ready to fight over how you set down a cup. That ain’t normal. That ain’t okay. That’s pain, not strength.
I heard she recently had a baby, and folks are saying she was out here drinking or smoking during pregnancy. They say the baby’s not well—but I can’t confirm that, so I won’t speak on it as fact. Still, the thought of it just shows how deep her unhealed stuff might run.
Darius told me about one scene where Chrisean showed up late to a photo shoot for the show's intro. Another girl kindly said, “Hey, we’ve all been waiting,” and in less than three seconds—bam, she got hit. That girl didn’t scream, curse, or act out. She asked for basic respect. And what she got in return was violence. That ain't TV anymore, that’s a cry for help.
And let’s not ignore how the show is set up. These folks sign waivers so they can’t sue when things go left—because the producers know it’s gonna get messy. But I still heard Woah Vicky tried to sue. Sis came in trying to spread some light—talking about the Bible and living with purpose—and got jumped for it. That tells you exactly where the priorities are.
There was also this whole mess with Chrisean and Jesse Wiles (yep, same Jesse I did a video with before, alongside Tamar). She slapped him backstage at Tamar’s concert just 'cause she couldn’t get on stage. Now he’s suing her—and honestly, he should. Because that’s not drama anymore, that’s ass*ault.
Then there’s a Latina girl on the show—I think her name is Big Gretch. She keeps saying the N-word. Like, on repeat. And every time she gets called out, she apologizes…and then says it again. Darius said they tried explaining it to her, and she nodded, acted sorry—and then five minutes later, boom, there it is again. She even said, “I don’t care about y’all’s N-word,” and got jumped for it. And STILL kept doing it the next episode. Girl, you’re not learning—you’re showing us who you really are. Because when people get mad, their truth slips out.
But it ain’t all negative. I actually like a few girls on there. Scotty with the Body? She’s my girl! She’s confident, has her own thing going, and says she runs the South. Plus, she cute with her little dog—I love that energy. And Rollie? Whew, baby! I gotta give her flowers. That glow-up? 10/10. She looks amazing now. The style, the hair, the presence—it’s like a whole new Rollie. Whoever helped her get there, bless them.
Still, what bothers me is the formula. These shows keep casting folks with the biggest traumas, the hottest tempers, and the least amount of healing—and then act shocked when the set turns into a brawl. That’s not “reality.” That’s exploitation.
If you're even thinking about going on Baddies, ask yourself one thing: Are you ready to throw hands—or heal? 'Cause that ain’t the place for peaceful conversations or personal growth. That’s a battlefield dressed up as a TV show.
As for me? I’m good. I pay my Zeus subscription, but I ain't logging in for that. I’m not built for chaos, and I won’t feed into content that celebrates it.
