Y’all I was SOOOOO impressed with this crossover! That read was stupendous. And there was a scene in which four black people were sitting in a room having a professional conversation and the extraordinary ordinariness of it (in life, but never on screen) got me teary-eyed.

“Why are you even talking, Stedman?” is my new “Bring me some water, Tito.”

Why use a gif when writing of someone’s sexual assault? Like, really...why?

I was really railing away at reboots and comebacks (a la Roseanne, Will and Grace and ‘nem..) when I remembered that I watched “Still the Beaver” in the 80s with a paunchy Beaver and a balding Tony Dow.

You...you DO know that this issue has been extensively studied in peer reviewed journals, right? Like, science-y folk have already proven that POC are treated differently by medical professionals. Your story about your gramps is sad and worthy of being told, but you framed it with the equivalent of, “Why are y’all…

I know Philly was where the study was conducted, but showing a bustdown house in conjunction with this story is tacitly connecting POC with blighting a neighborhood or dilapidation. It made me feel, as the kids say, some type of way when I saw this story. I am one of those black folks who have to pay the “black tax”…

My students are giving presentations today and when the google slide went off, Yahoo had a pic of a body and a pool of blood on its landing page. What in the entire fuck?! This just happened seven minutes ago and the bell rang and the kids filed out and I feel like I just assaulted them. This is some bs.

Twenty years in and I’m cool with being a teacher. I’m originally from the south. School (and church) was pretty much all you had. The old black grandmas were the BEST lunchladies. The food was fire. School was the center of town life. It provided our physical and social outlets as well. Did it deal with mental health…

It was confusingly alliterative, I’ll admit.

The entire plot is a formless, blurry blob and I read the first two.

Right after “organiztion”is explained. But, seriously, do some people simply think that success = unfettered access to ass? Because I didn’t get that memo.

When I got my twa (teeny weeny afro), I tried to style it with a little swoop in the front a la Mae Jemison and that pic of Lupita in the middle. Never worked, but I kept trying.

Everything Rich has said is true. Rain Pryor (damn, I miss Head of the Class) seems to be in “Keep my daddy’s name out ya mouth” mode. And Quincy Jones REALLY used the Brando bit to spill tea about all the queer brothas he knew, now that they can’t be offended by outing. Just pure Benita Butrell. That is all.

The kitten heel has its place. With the aunties on the usher board at church. And with a cute pair of capri pants or some dark skinny jeans with a blazer up top. Don’t hate.

Oh yeah!!! It’s coming back to me. Didn’t they domesticate dogs and shit? When they had free time after all the fucking.

Is that the one where homedude invented cunnilingus?

Yep. My wuzband is half-vietnamese and looks like a Dollar Store Keanu Reeves, but his younger brother looks more like James Franco squinting like James Dean.

Came here for a glimpse of a tacky, yet titillating lift. Stayed for the absolute grace and beauty of their ice dancing. That was so pretty.

I love how folks don’t understand that the Second Wave siblings aren’t even in the grown kids’ minds most of the time. — Child of Divorce, My Sisters Are Closer to My Kid’s Age, Ain’t Nobody Paying Attention to Them But My StepMonster.

Here. For. All. Of. This.