Shuri was definitely cool. I wish she got more screen time, because her technology is cool. I know a number of Black female STEM professionals, and just happen to be a Black male professional myself. Suffice to say that the doors of the church are now open for that. I hope to see a number of Wakanda Labs and…

Dear Baby Jesus and Baby Jesus’s Dad,

I am probably 35 years older than this kid and don’t have half of his conviction.

King Johnson, your journal entry is spot-on. Good job.

That child is going places. I love him.

It is perfectly dismissive without being overly aggressive. He’s like “I said it, I meant it, and I will not apologize. Next.”

My dad has some of the writing that my brother and I did as little kids framed. My grandmother did too. If I were this kid’s mother, I would 100% frame this and put it on the mantle, and show it to everyone who came over.

The “OK” knocked me out. It has to be the the step child of “I said what I said” This child is COMPLETELY unbothered by his teacher. It’s fabulous. And I have been trying to find a way to articulate what my mood for 2018 is and this child found it for me.

We need to get this kid free tickets to see Black Panther. That’s the least he deserves for being the woke and being this “I don’t give a fuck about how woke I am” at age 9. Shit, put him in the movie.

Teacher: “King, I am very disappointed in your journal today.”

Bobby Caldwell himself is popping into folks twitter mentions on the subject right now. Panama, you deserve a goddamn Presidential Medal of Freedom from Obama for what you, Bomani, and Wesley contributed to bring some much-needed sunshine and joy to this day. What Black folks do with social media continues to be…

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was maybe 12, in the kitchen, sitting in that lone chair in the middle of the kitchen, getting my hair done when he came on the radio. My father walked in through the kitchen, stopped and said, “Bobby Caldwell, That’s a bad white dude.” I laughed at my father, and he looked at me…

The staccato in her speech made each of those claps exist and not exist at the same time. Sharon Reed just invented Schrodinger’s Clapback and should be up for the Nobel Prize in Physics for that shit.

Unseasoned as well.

I’m willing to bet that Blake Shelton, smells like at least two of those meets on a consistent basis.

Its because nobody’s gonna go to McDonalds and order Juillianned Pomme Frites.

The only time I’ve been tempted to smash a Keurig machine is when it wasn’t working, which is often. (Pro tip to all offices: just get a freaking drip machine.)

Someone brought up how these people are so damn privileged they can’t even boycott properly. The whole point of a boycott is to stop supporting a business.

Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m damn sure to stop supporting a business you need to stop giving it money. So how the fuck does buying a product just to smash…

Not just the “messy buns” but the southern boufants, teased and hair-sprayed out to ‘afro size.’ Forget about illegal items, what about flammables?

Every. Time. Every. Time. I go through TSA they run their fingers through my locs. And feel all up around me. The last time I felt so violated I almost cried. I asked one time why I am constantly stopped because of my hair. The machine just picks up something. THEN FIX THE DAMN MACHINE THAT SEEMS TO HAVE A PROBLEM…