Fake news! This is how it works was my jam. I actually recorded it on a mixtape and sent it to my boyfriend across the country when I was 19 to demonstrate my sexiness.

Feel free to expand this to “critters.” A raccoon will fuck you up. Who knows which spiders are poisonous and which ones aren’t on the spot? No one. Who knows they don’t want to get bit or stung by shit? Everyone. Fuck all rodents, bugs, and arachnids (except daddy long legs) as a staff, record label, and crew. And if…

I remember the first Summer Jam concerts my parents took us to. For whatever reason one person started running then the WHOLE damn stadium started running. Still not sure what started the run...but it was at that moment that I vowed to never be caught in another crowd full of Black folks. Lol

Why wouldn’t husbands and wives just go on their own damned shopping excursions unless there is something to be procured that is of interest to both of them? I have never understood this tired-out cliche of the poor dumbass whiny husband being “dragged” shopping by the demanding wife. The last time my wife and I went…

I’m really bummed that SBC isn’t in the role, and I hope it’s an actual biopic and not a biopic of Queen. I honestly have no idea if Freddie Mercury was tall, but his presence felt tall and lanky and powerful, and to me, Rami always looks like a teeny tiny person - there’s nothing wrong with being teeny tiny, obvi, it…

I seriously hope the producers (looking at you Brian May) take to heart the constructive criticism Sacha Baron Cohen gave them when he was attached to the project.

I’m sorta sick of these kinds of movies too, it’s like the only film by/about black people that get much critical / award attention are stories about Slavery and if not Slavery, the civil rights movement. Don’t get me wrong both these things are of the utmost importance and there are some amazing ones. It’s important…