Analyzing every instance of racist terribleness is a thankless, never-ending undertaking. So, on occasion, before you do, don’t. It’s totally fine to opt out.
Since spending five months in New Orleans eating and playing Uncle Alex to the most precious lima bean in the world, my love of little Black humans runneth over
Sometimes, dammit, I just wanna go to a delightful place where one can do the Electric Slide while devouring fried chicken skin in the moonlight
Now that I’m 60 in Gay Years, I figure there are certain things I reckon I should start thinking about.
When I encounter someone old enough to understand the case against colored contacts who doesn’t know about Miss Celie’s Folkspants, I make a mental note of the exits. This is not a motherfucker I need to be in an elevator with.
I didn’t know if she would just be yet another dancing-ass, ethnically ambiguous LA girl who loves weed and has a great face, but the album pleasantly surprised me
But for all his charlatanly ways, I like Steve Harvey on Family Feud. It’s like watching your favorite old, quick-talking drinky-churchy uncle tap dance around the living room in a 39-button suit with his favorite moonshine flask.
Look, I’m all for artists evolving and heel-toeing down the road to get dem dollaz, but I would be lying if I said seeing a great artist go full Trey Songz doesn’t hurt my heart
I lovingly refer to our beloved charmingly passé suburban land of buffets and aggressive confederate mosquitoes as 1998, Virginia. A month into this extended stay, I’m enjoying myself here in yesteryear far more than I anticipated.
I never watched The Wire. Until now.
Living in Panama taught me a great deal about what I require to be okay. Chicken, lube, a flat pillow, and wi-fi will keep me jolly. A hot shower, surprisingly, isn’t a deal breaker.
The richness of our expression is unparalleled. Can’t no White man walk into a room like George Jefferson. We are a wonder to behold.
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony's "Tha Crossroads" video was creepy as a kid. How does it shape up when watched as an adult?
This antagonism and foolishness between Black women and Black gay men? It’s exhausting.
Remember that face. That there is Diane Stretton. She is the Chris Brown of White women.