My boys, baby and I skipped school today and saw the first showing at 10am. Theater was packed. My heart soared several times because, finally, I was watching a movie, not about pimps, hoes, slavery or drugs, but one were my 5 year olds cheered for heroes and booed villians that looked just like them. They saw a woman…
Angela Bassett should have been Storm, all others are pretenders.
I saw this yesterday in a theater full of black MBA’s who bought out the theater for the occasion and was overcome. Since I was a child I’ve wanted this movie to be made. I’ve followed Black Panther as a character since I discovered him in grade school and have identified and loved every piece of associated work.
Black Panther, as an idea, has persisted in our imaginations for well over a year. More than just dominating conversations, the film’s mere existence, its possibilities, and its rare cast of gifted dark-skinned black people, allowed us to fantasize. The Marvel world of Wakanda, though it’s been around for over 50…
Her looks could easily be described by “mainstream” (that is, white) audiences as “exotic”—a label that always begs the question, “Exotic to whom?”
I don’t want Clarence Thomas in any “greatest” list.
On Thursday night, I was looking at the Facebook post that linked to my column on raunchy twerk anthems. As I do on our main site, I like to engage with the readers in the comments. As I read through what people were saying, I noticed a disturbing pattern: A great number of men were criticizing me for talking about…
For the most part, I agree with you. However, Donnie Two Scoops is NOT her friend. She’s his pet that he tosses into the backyard when she shits on the rug.
Honestly, I think they know, they’re just not at the stage they’re willing to confront that.
It seems like so many men think that if they don’t have a burning, all-consuming hatred for women in the forefront of their conscious brains, that this automatically means that they respect women. Like, if they don’t actually think the words “what a fucking cunt” they are okay.
My business is successful because of my personal accomplishments.
My business failed because of your politics.
Or... maybe learn that women are humans? And not fuck-objects to go to places to scope out? IDK, just a suggestion.
I can’t speak for all women, but also: I’m not that mysterious. When I met my current SO I signaled my interest pretty clearly and strongly; he felt pretty confident that I was appreciating his attention and it was OK to proceed due to me openly saying things like, “I like you”, “This is fun”, and “Let’s do this…
One night when I was riding home to New York City’s Brooklyn borough on the C train, an older man started smiling, making kissy faces and, eventually, miming sexual acts at me. I pointedly tried to ignore him as my discomfort grew; there weren’t that many people on the train, and my stop was coming up. The nearest…
It’s changed from “having a library” in your home to having the “grossest bathroom stall from a sketchy gas station along I-95" in your home.
kevin hart’s wife should put all his favorite stuff on the top shelf
Mama warned us, didn’t she?
People didn’t vote for Hillary because she was Hillary. People voted for Hillary because she wasn’t Trump.