There are many reasons why a girl can wake up one day and realize she’s become a fuckgirl.
Maybe she’s sick of boys getting to be the only ones allowed to play games, maybe she loves the attention of having multiple men buy her food and tell her how pretty she is, or maybe she’s just still hung up on her ex but not about to let the perks of being single pass her by while she waits for closure or for him to get his shit together and beg for her to come back.
This last kind of fuckgirl is the kind Kylie Jenner is.
In a interview published yesterday with Complex, Kylie admitted that yes, she had a relationship with PartyNextDoor after she and Tyga broke up earlier this year, but she wouldn’t call it “dating.”
“He asked me to be in the ‘Come and See Me‘ video and that was after Tyga,” Kylie said. “I think he’s so talented and I love his music. But I wouldn’t say we dated. It never really got to that boyfriend-girlfriend stage. It was just fun. I was just doing what I wanted to do.”
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