There's no other time you'll have people from all corners of your life in one place. Well, maybe your funeral. But that doesn't count, cause you won't be there.
There's no one who can drop a hot 16 and do what Drake did last night, as he owned the ESPYs by vacillating between witty, funny, clever, mean, charming, self-deprecating, corny, and creepy.
This concept of an increased awareness and self-consciousness is one that many of us (myself included) often fail to think about when comparing the world women inhabit to the one men do.
Sure someone has made a much better/smarter point about this, but I can't think of an athlete more in control of...everything they do, and more willing/able to exert that control than Lebron James.
People keep asking if I'm nervous my single days are ending. I don't have the heart to tell them the truth. ("No. Not at all.")
I can't imagine spending my life with someone who doesn't appreciate the same ironies, references, and inside jokes I do. And yes, this makes a diehard Seinfeld fan and a person who thought Seinfeld sucked incompatible.
Solange isn't one of your cousins. Because if she were, her first official public statement about her fight with Jay Z would have been much, much different.
The angst over a White artist's popularity in this space minimizes the ubiquity and amorphousness of hip-hop culture. Hip-hop is big as fuck. So big that there's space for White visitors. Even rude ones.
We started at the bottom, and now we're here. And by "we started at the bottom, and now we're here" ...
My Facebook feed caught a bout of amnesia this morning, as people were sharing and talking about Farrah Gray's "10 Signs On How To Tell If He’s On The Down Low" -- a list so 2004 that I felt like it was performance art.
My all-time favorite "I really fucked up, and I need to fix it" track is "Sorry for 2004." It's also the most ambitious. Forget about apologizing for cheating. Ruben Studdard attempted to "My bad" a whole entire year.
Even those who've seemed to have accomplished enough that their Blackness doesn’t matter as much anymore get sent back to Earth. Paul Mooney calls this the “nigga wake up call.” Oprah's had one. Dr. Gates too.
Sometimes you just think someone is hot. Doesn't mean you want to marry them. Or even meet them. Sometimes you just want to eat your Waffle House grits, and watch a counter-top hand-stand twerk in peace.
10 observations from the last few days (from Twitter): 1. Nothing has ever been or will ever ...
Although there’s no worse thing a Black person can be than an Uncle Tom, there’s no worse place to have a conversation about a Black person’s Blackness than in front of a bunch of White people