This isn't a horror story as much as it's a story about family craziness. My dad's family is kind of big. He's one of 6 kids, 5 boys. All of my uncles and my dad...well, they're whores. Like...seriously. They are a group of good-looking black men with former military service, good jobs and cool personalities and that…

It's not much of a horror story...

The best interview ever the end everyone stop interviewing people from now on.

Articles like this- well-researched, nuanced, adding historical context to today's topics, sharply analyzed, and well-written- are my favorite part of the Jez: The Next Generation

"Shade is, I don't tell you you're ugly but I don't have to tell you because you know you're ugly. And that's shade."

I really like this show. It seems to capture being upper middle class Black very well in a nice sitcom approach. The character "Pops" is every old black man I know.

The "birthing experience" seemed like a means to an end: the end being a baby, who is awesome, and who I was very excited to meet.

I have a very modest 1 ct. diamond solitaire ring that cost $6,000. It is also the smallest out of my group of friends (not complaining, just stating a fact). Not sure where they got those figures for the article, but spending $2,000 - $4,000 grand on a ring is not considered flashy by any means.

And I'm tired of rich people (minority) running this country too.

My best one has to be last year, when I was in my friend Dave's wedding (not his real name). The wedding itself went fine, except for when the lights flickered in the church during the vows and everyone freaked out and the bride's grandmother wanted to start the vows over.

I was an event coordinator and was witness to a bunch of taffeta draped train wrecks.

So I had a housemate in University who was, as the kids say, a bit of a player(Jack, for the sake of the story). One of the girls(Jill) he had an on-again, off-again thing with was this girl where it seemed like they actively disliked each other. They never dated, exactly, but every now and then she'd be there in the…

My uterus hurts from that story. This won't win the prize but I'm sharing anyway.

Dodai DB!

We also ate whatever adults ate, but then again my family went by the "get hungry enough, you'll eat it" method of feeding children, so I didn't want to assume.

Miss Christine "Business 101" can go fuck herself. That guy is not a "customer"; if he ate a meal, then refused to pay he's a moocher who has figured out a way to feel self-righteous about it.

I rewatched the whole movie the other day, and dead-ass, the entire film is a metaphor for black cultural oppression in the US. And everyone kind of missed it. I think I want to write an article about it.

I totally understand because I have curly hair, too!

Dear la times

I'm just patiently waiting to hear from the gaggle of Jez commenters who love to say cultural appropriation does not exist. Or better yet the people who will inevitably compare this to black women using relaxers.