I did. You can read it here.
I wrote a something really long:
To be sure, I understand our desire to go hard for Michelle Obama. I get it. But beyond noting how astonishing it is just for her to live in the White House, I hesitate to call her choice(s) revolutionary, and not a seemingly feminine extension of a kind of conservatism that has been attractive to black folks for decades #bookert #malcolmx #obama. Beyond the scene, there’s nothing new here. Lauding the choice to personify a respectability that, frankly, won’t ever solve black people’s alleged problems seems counterproductive to me. But speaking truth to power and putting one’s self in danger so that others might begin to see this and other things differently? I’ll raise a fist to that.
I am not voting this year. I voted for Cynthia McKinney in ‘08, but I won’t be participating in this aspect of the process anymore. I’ll probably write a post about this.
I think it’s up to you to determine what’s best. I’d be inclined to vote for someone who wouldn’t cut the kind of programming you mentioned, but for right now I think I’m going to hibernate until I can find out a way to channel my nihilism on a macro level.
Thanks for your question!
I’ve had two Whitney Houston dreams in as many weeks. I don’t know if it’s because I associate her with my mother, but I can’t stop thinking about her. I never thought I’d take the death of a famous person harder than I took MJJ’s, but the death of Whitney Houston reminded me that one should never say never.
I just, I don’t know. I’m fucking sad all over again. Peace to Bobbi Kris.
I’d pay cold, hard cash to hear Murphy imitate Obama. #blackgenius
DETAILS: Do you think Murphy will ever tour again?
Chris Rock: Barring financial ruin, I don’t think so. I think we’ll see a Richard Pryor hologram on tour before we see Eddie Murphy.
DETAILS: Does it bum you out to see him in less-than-successful films?
Chris Rock: We all do stuff that doesn’t work. It bums me out when I’m at his house and he’s making a bunch of people laugh and it’s so effortless. His Obama impression? Amazing.
“In American literature, African American male writers justifiably write books about their oppression,” she says. “Confronting the oppressor who is white male or white woman. It’s race. And the person who defines you under those circumstances is a white mind – tells you whether you’re worthy or what have you. And as long as that’s your preoccupation, you’re defending yourself against that. Reacting to it. Reacting to the definition – saying it’s not true. African American women never do that. They never write about white men. I couldn’t care less – I didn’t want to spend my energy refuting that gaze.” #blackgenius
I wrote something:
My dismissal of [Anderson] Cooper on the technicality of privilege, I imagine, might lead one to think that I find more significance in Frank Ocean’s Tumblr post wherein he discloses that his first love was a man. After all, Ocean is young, black, not BFFs with Kathy Griffin, entrenched in hip-hop, and might have been interviewed by Cooper back in 2005 had he not left his native New Orleans due to Hurricane Katrina. Still, I didn’t flinch. I almost treated Ocean’s “announcement” in the same way I reacted to Cooper’s. But since I kept getting hit with waves of reasons why my equation should read: Frank Ocean coming out > Anderson Cooper coming out, I realized that perhaps it might be more beneficial to explain why I cannot properly compute that mathematical sentence.
I do enjoy pear and apple juice. Sometimes I juice strawberries and add to that combination. That can be kind of sweet, though. When I was fasting, fruit juices were my dessert.
My go-to veggie juice is greens—cucumber, kale, celery, spinach—and carrots. It’s prolly my fave.