Jesse Williams is proof that a Black (biracial) man doesn't have to sell his people down the river to achieve Hollywood success, contrary to that tired myth. Not sure how great an actor he is (stopped watching Grey's ages ago), but that man has my full support in attaining and maintaining a Denzel Washington-esque…

I better not be the only one here who remembers Betty best for these commercials, for I'll be even more depressed than I am now.

I better not be the only one here who remembers Betty best for these commercials, for I'll be even more depressed than I am now.

That wouldn't surprise me one iota if it were.

That is all...

Far better than the above songs, that's for sure.

Your truth-telling pretty much ended this thread, though I'll give you a bonus high-five for shouting out the unjustly maligned forever Queen of Pop, Mrs. Al Mana. :)

I'm so damn conflicted.

Frankly, I find it refreshing that Ms. hooks isn't willing to be bought off in order to fall in line with this malarkey. It's been a while since I've read her work, but I shall definitely revisit it on the strength of her refusal to give an inch alone.

True words spoken, though I'd liken it to being intelligent rather than brave.

The smartest thing posted in this very thread, though I'll add that it's refreshing to be reminded that there are some womanists that won't be bought.

So the deep thoughts of someone who has benefited hamdsomely from said systematic racism are being taken seriously? Oh, the fucking Irony...

OT: I was obsessed with that video back when. Monie in the middle being there was the cherry on the top.

Considering that his main fanbase throughout the 15+ years that he's been famous is Black women, they certainly have the right to reject whatever malarkey his "new Black" ass is selling. This video is, in fact, pandering to them after basically showcasing through his cover that the only "women of color" he is…

I have to say, I'm glad that my cynicism was proven wrong and that a woman that doesn't pass the paper bag test has landed on the cover, as I never thought that I'd be proven wrong in my lifetime. No dis to Halle Berry (who I was just as happy for 11 years ago), but this shows me that Kneepads isn't completely…

Frankly, I prefer sitcoms with laugh tracks and can't stand that they're being pushed out for non-laugh-track-having shows. (Yep, I'm an old fogie who prefers to watch the Antenna TV classics over this sad crop of sitcoms).

I have to say, I haven't seen anyone this upset about a finale since The Sopranos.

I guess I'd have to watch Dancing with the Shits to get some context here, but DJ came across as far less an asshole than this article implied she was. I may not be crazy about her bible-thumping way of existence, but I've seen andd heard much worse from her ilk.

On a side note, you win at life for using Gordon Gartrelle's top model as your avatar.

So, Lupita Nyong'o, who is the freshest new face on the celebrity scene right now with tons of charisma, talent, beauty, and style to spare, gets paid dust by America's fashion bible, while the ultimate fantasy for/of every self-loathing Negro is celebrated with a cover?