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Are the Olympics over yet? It kinda feels like they’ve been going on for a really long time. Is it just me? All I know is, this has got to be the most that I’ve watched NBC since “The Cosby Show” aired.
My “Good, Bad, Ugly” thoughts on London 2012, here.
As I sit here on the eve of Jamaica’s 50th Independence (August 6), I have one eye on the live feed of the 100m Men’s Final at the 2012 Olympics and the other on the weatherchannel.com to see if Tropical Storm Ernesto is on track to affect Jamaica, with quick glances at my phone for texts from family and friends attending Jamaica50 celebration events.
I’m a “gen X”, first-generation American or “Jamerican”. My parents immigrated to the U.S. from Jamaica in the early seventies and settled in…Jamaica, Queens — which I’ve always thought was funny.
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Think About It: For all of the indignation that some Black writers/bloggers and magazines showed about “Hairgate”, where were their stories about Gabrielle Douglas, John Orozco, Cullen Jones, Kari Miller, Carmelita Jeter, Alyson Felix, Sanya Richards-Ross and others prior to last week? Why didn’t the majority of Black America know about these phenoms before the Olympics? Have they already been celebrated with a cover on or featured in our signature magazines and I missed it?
Consider the source. Just because the words “black”, “ebony”, “afro” might appear in the title, that doesn’t always mean that the best interests of the Black community are at heart. Some of us fell for the old banana-in-the-tailpipe routine and let something minor distract us from the importance / significance of something major.
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If my next boyfriend / husband is someone I already know, I’m kicking his ass for making me wait. Is Jesus going to come again before I have another serious relationship? As Charlotte once lamented on an episode of Sex & the City, “I’ve been dating since I was fifteen. I’m exhausted. Where is he?” What if he’s been here all along?
(Insert a mental remix to Musiq’s 2000 single, “Girl Next Door” as you read. Or just click here and sing-a-long.)
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I started to think about the guys that I’ve known throughout the course of my crushing / dating career and wondered if any of them, could be the “one”. Seriously, dude. Make yourself known, post-haste. What are you waiting for? Procrastination is not a turn on!
Is it the guy with a slight resemblance to Al B. Sure that first I met back in the day? We went on several dates, the first of which still is in my Top 3 all time favorites… He didn’t want to date exclusively (read: he was a junior manwhore), I moved to a different state, I got married, he got married, I got divorced, he got divorced, but we’ve kept in touch throughout… could it be him?
Or, what about my not so secret crush that I communicate (flirt) with all the time on Facebook? He never took notice of my existence in the several years that we attended the same church…*sideeye*, but, we have mutual friends and connected via our “like” of each others comments. It took me 18 years to wear him down and now he can finally see how funny, charming and well rounded I am in cyberspace, can’t he? Well, I’m even more entertaining in 3D. Save for the fact that we’re 900 miles apart and he doesn’t like dogs, it could still work? (<—- an example of the kind of thinking that gets me into trouble everytime…)
It could be the actual tall, dark and handsome barista who is the only one who can make my grande caramel macchiato with extra caramel, just right. He’s seen me at my groggy, unmotivated worst on a daily basis for the past 18 months but always has a smile and a kind word and a take on current events at the ready.
Knowing me, the way I do, it could very well be a redux of my last romance. (I think I just heard all my girlfriends say “HELL NO!”, before their heads simultaneously exploded…)
It could literally be the guy that lives next door…but he’s 73. So…, we’ll see. Is it my perpetual “Words With Friends” nemesis? You love words, I love words. A match made in Webster’s dictionary heaven.
If I were still waiting to exhale, I’d have suffocated. I’m not sitting home alone waiting for anyone to sweep me off my feet. But if I already know you, we’re saving each other a lot of time in the awkward getting-to-know-you phase and can move straight to the love and adventure. Let’s get to steppin’!
After hearing reports that a 4 month old and 4 year old child were at the Aurora theater shooting, can we have an honest conversation about where children belong?
Contrary to the popular belief of some parents, children don’t belong in all places at all times.
It is my opinion that midnight movie showings aren’t the best place for babies. I have to double-check, but I don’t think “Ice Age” and “Toy Story” have late showings for a reason — their target audience should be asleep at that hour.
When a friend and I went to see “Ted” a few weeks ago, we noticed that there were several young children in the theater. I understand how some parents might have seen an oversized stuffed bear in the commercials and thought, “kid movie!”, but even if you didn’t do advance research on the film to check on its appropriateness… (yes, I’m judging you), once you sat there and heard the cursing, drug/sex references… wouldn’t you get up and leave instead of subjecting impressionable minds to that? Can’t wait the six months until it’s offered on PPV or shown on HBO? Is it that important? (Yes, I’m still judging you.)
Last winter, I went to South Beach and was out on crowded Ocean Drive late in the midnight hour. I saw several parents pushing strollers right through crowded sidewalks in front of Wet Willies and the other bars that line that street. Seriously? You couldn’t take the time to be on the opposite / less crowded side of the street closer to the beach and away from the raucous bar scene? What are these people thinking?
Some hair salons have signs posted which read, “No children allowed unless they are having a service provided.” Why? Because (some) tired Moms come to the salon, don’t properly supervise their kids, who then run into hot combs, scissors or get exposed to unsafe chemicals as well as some lively and sometimes R-rated conversation among adults. Kids don’t belong everywhere, especially if they’re not going to be properly supervised.
Unfortunately, violence can happen anywhere, including where children are supposed to be (i.e., schools, playgrounds, etc…) but what I’m talking about is not due just to the threat of random mass violence. It’s the overall environment and what is appropriate for certain age levels.
Yes, parents should still be able to “have a life” after they have children but there are certain lifestyle adjustments and planning that they should go thru in the best interest of the child. Kids simply don’t belong in all places. Even amusement parks have signs that indicate “must be this tall to ride” for their safety. That needs to be applied more often.
“We do know what makes life worth living. The people we lost in Aurora loved and were loved. They were mothers and fathers, husbands and wives, sisters, brothers, sons and daughters, friends and neighbors.
They had hopes for the future and they had dreams that were not yet fulfilled … a reminder that life is very fragile. Our time here is limited and it is precious. And what matters at the end of the day is not the small things, not the trivial things that so often consume us in our daily lives.
Ultimately, it’s how we choose to treat one another and how we love one another. It’s what we do on a daily basis to give our lives meaning and give our lives purpose. … What we remember will be those we loved, and what we did for others. That’s why we’re here.”
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Is it possible to have a meaningful conversation on social media? Or do you respond to disagreements like a cast member of Basketball Wives?
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Ok, ok! I was propelled to see “Think Like A Man” this evening from the same force that propels me to watch any reality show with a Black cast. I was honestly prepared to dislike the movie based on having read the book (thru my book club) and my “meh” feelings about Steve Harvey. BUT, surprisingly enough, I enjoyed the flick and ended up being thoroughly entertained with literal LOL moments to boot.
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April 11, 1968
President Johnson signed a the 1968 Housing Act which outlawed discrimination in the sale, rental or leasing of housing. This bill also made it a crime to interfere with civil rights workers and to cross state lines to incite a riot.
I came across a fascinating 1984 Paris Review interview with James Baldwin a few weeks ago and became obsessed with knowing more about him and reading more of his work.
Baldwin’s Harlem - A Biography of James Baldwin by Herb Boyd
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The Cross of Redemption: Uncollected Writings of James Baldwin, Edited by Randall Kenan
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Harriet Tubman: The Road to Freedom by Catherine Clinton - I realized that I didn’t know or recall much about Harriet Tubman beyond the basic information that I received from elementary school about the Underground Railroad. Black History 365.
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Black Genius: African American Solutions to African American Problems
This book is about 12 years old and just glancing at the Table of Contents, I can tell that it’s still relevant for some of the issues that we face in 2012. A sample of some of the essays include Julianne Malveaux “Wall Street, Main Street and the Side Street”, Walter Mosley, “Giving Back” and Angela Davis “Prison Abolition”.
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Does Shonda Rhimes have an agreement with ABC that she can only have one Sistah on her shows at a time?
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Audre Lourde