I wasn’t actually looking for a boyfriend when I stumbled into love. I know, I know. “Oops” is a cliche smug couples repeat as if the right thing for you to do is act like you don’t want a man, and one magically appears. I hate that meme but it was true for me. One whimsical direct message […]
At this point, we know Darren Wilson won’t be indicted for the murder of Michael Brown. Everything points to it: Governor Jay Nixon called for a State of Emergency today; he held a press conference last week warning “protesters” that violence would not be tolerated; the police has leaked strategic “evidence” claiming to position Brown as the aggressor. Darren Wilson is going to walk. Literally.
Forget Kim Kardashian. Solange Knowles (Ferguson?) broke the Internet on Sunday in a good way for every #CarefreeBlackGirl in the world. Now ya’ll know I don’t usually go gaga over celebrities. I’m only somewhat of a Solange fan, having bought her Solange and the Hadley Street Dreams album a few years back. But the photos (taken by Rog Walker) released from her November 16 wedding to video director Alan Ferguson are AH-MAZING.
When How to Get Away with Murder debuted with the resplendent Viola Davis playing lead role of law professor and attorney, I rejoiced. What else is there to do when two Black actresses hold primetime Thursday nights and another Black woman is responsible for the programming? Representation of Black women on scripted TV is not a thing to be […]
My daughter loves White people. Or, rather, she is a tiny human being who loves every person she meets, including White folks. She especially likes to walk over to the nearest toddler in the vicinity and personally give them a hug. (Awkward for parents;, cute for kids). She is friendly, but I realized the other day that Bean doesn’t actually have any nameable White friends.
And that’s chiefly her parents’ fault.
Can you recall the disappointment you felt the first time you realized that a fat White man did not in fact sausage himself down a nasty chimney for your Black behind? Hold that disgust in your mouth for a moment. That is the precise feeling I experienced when I learned that all the pumpkin spice items for sale right now…don’t actually contain any pumpkin. I was floored.
I have been trying to write about the hit sitcom Black-ish for weeks. Three weeks, to be exact. Every time I look up at the calendar, it’s Wednesday again and I have not posted anything anywhere about the show. But I have about 1,200 words written on it. And all 1,200 of those words stink. Last week, something new and unheard-of occurred to me: I don’t actually have to write about the show. Sometimes, the best thing you can do with your think piece is never publish it.
The first time I voted in a United States election, I was 22, not 18. My birthday is/was October 29, which happens to be nestled close to Election Day every two years. A little over a decade ago, I was 17-going-on-18 with my big day just before the Presidential election. The main contenders? George W. […]
Dear White People and the cast of “militant” Black characters tell painful truths I’ve been too afraid to say about race. Oh, sure, I write about race and racism all the time; the tagline of this blog is Life + Race + Culture, right? But by and large, I approach race from a theoretical standpoint. I say “white supremacists.” I say “racists.” But I have long been too indirect to come out and tell White people, the identifiable White people in my life, when they overstep. For me, Dear White People presents the question: What if I confronted the White people I know (and love) with the instances in which they make me feel angry, Othered?
On this day, 32 years ago, my mama gave birth to a 3-lb, 11 oz brown dumpling of a baby girl. I came out full-term but I wasn’t fully baked. Doctors stuck me underneath an incubator for a few more days, and I have never quite given up my predilection for warmth and sunlight since. Because I’m so small, I celebrate my birthdays loudly…you will deal.