There are literally too many things to go to in the fall. During that season in New York City, every charity group, institution, media company and rando (including The Root) throws a ball, gala or fancy party of some kind. Our own shindig, The Root 100, goes down Nov. 9.
I’m out of shape. It’s a reality. I just recently started working back out again because stairs were looking like obstacles I could not surmount without sounding like Lord Vader when I was through.
Three weeks. That is how long I’ve been sick with an unknown virus (the thing doctors tell you when they don’t know what it is but know it won’t kill you). It’s not the flu. It’s not a cold. But it is one thing—a jerk. Just the biggest jerk of a disease ruining my social life by forcing me to be actually antisocial,…
I went natural before going natural was cool, back in 2000, 17 years ago, when curly-hair products for black hair were garbage.
First off, I didn’t realize check-in was at 7, not 8:30. It was just the beginning of a series of disasters that led to my living out one of my nightmares: showing up late for ... anything.
Wow. I guess a hit dog will holler. When I wrote this on Sunday regarding the gaggle of white people online who turned the carnage of Charlottesville, Va., into a contest to prove they’re not terrible, I was surprised that so many white people would interpret this to mean I was talking about all white people. Or all…
I guess organizing a gathering of hateful bigots where a person was murdered is a ... bad thing? Huh? Who knew!
If you’re tempted to point out that you’re one of the good ones right now ... please don’t.
Last month the NAACP issued its first-ever travel advisory for a state—a whole entire state—for people of color. That state was my home state, the place of my birth and home to the people I love most in the world: Missouri.
Jason Johnson, our political editor at The Root and an in-real-life close and personal friend of mine, wrote this last Friday about the new Spider-Man movie:
True story: I’ve known the founders of VSB, aka the blog Very Smart Brothas, for a minute. They are my friends, fellow black-blog pioneers who hopped into the game in 2008 and revolutionized and remixed it to the degree that their greatness had to be acknowledged.
I love any excuse for a cookout. My father is from Texas, lives in St. Louis (two places famous for ribs), and was raised on barbecue. He probably has St. Louis’ own Maull’s BBQ sauce in his veins instead of blood.
Day, oh glorious day is here! Yes, tonight The Root is at the BET Awards trying not to be awkward! Our outfit selections are at the ready, and we assume BET is ready to kick off its biggest and best party, hosted by comedian Leslie Jones.
That one is me. I used to be so good at faces, until suddenly I met so many faces, they all started to just blur together.
This is a sample liveblog.