i'm pretty sure you're suffering from the same selective vision that makes being a welfare queen OK if you're walmart but not if you're a mythical black lady driving a cadillac.
mythical?
i used to live next door to one.
and she didnt drive a cadillac, she drove a classic benz.
loud ass bitch was alway shouting at her baby-daddies with shit like "you gots to pay fo yo' babies!" and "why i aint got no pampuhs???" three different dudes, 6 or 7 kids, classic benz in the driveway, and every moth it was the same shit:
heiffer 1 on the phone: "where my check! bitch imma come down there and fuck you up!" pause "i dont care you call the cops! i'll do 6 months standing on my head bitch!" then in an aside to her fellow moo cow: "motherfuckers aint never send my check on time! i earned that shit! and they bettah not cut my foo-stamps agin!" Heiffer 2: "i aint got my check neither! imma have to call social services too"
and then they trundle off to the "beauty" parlor for manicures and hairstyling. it never worked. they were still shag nasty butt ugly welfare cows.
hardly mythical. they are as real as the gold medals around Kurt Angle's neck.