Its the mental toll. I dont have the mental energy to enjoy reading

Grinding Nemo is the one that did it for me.

Isn’t it cute how they’re crying, “Nuh uh! You can’t hurt us!!!” from the grays of a website about a people they claim to not care about that they don’t have to visit?

Michael Rappaport looks like somebody killed Michael Rappaport and left his body in the ocean for a week.

One of the greys is already trying this approach. For ones like this, I think you have to make them hate you the good old fashioned way. Show them black people being successful and happy around them, and let their inadequacies and their frustration with their own mediocrity eat them up.

You want to get under the skin of a white person call them white trash. I’ve found that always works best. They are so conditioned to believe in their superiority that the minute any non-white person looks down their nose at them they become an unhinged babbling mess. The main reason we are now stuck in the world of…

As a female, who has both male and female friends:

Ikea. I remember when I had a friend who lived in DC who loved to go to Ikea for lunch. I do not understand why a furniture store sells lunch.

I just stopped by to say that “sweatergod” is hilarious.

I’m sure Brittney’s book is wonderful. However, to say that a women with no black female friends deserves the side eye, is trash. I say that because I really don’t have female friends. Black or otherwise. I had women in my I thought were friends (white and black) but of course time exposed them all. My last female…

But you could have seen it more than once...

#AreYouDone not watching this movie?

I worked out for a month looking in the mirror going “Do it for Wakanda!” For winter time, I’m in pretty good shape. This is usually hard liquor and video game season for me.

My friend said that she is going to rename her va-jay-jay Wakanda so Killmonger will terrorize it.

Instead of buying immigrants, why not buy one of those oh-so-precious unemployed coal miners. Or would that force us to acknowledge that

Fuck these fucking fucks. To think that they have the audacity to propose this. It’s like, every time they hit a fucking milestone in regard to how far they want to dial back the clock, they decide to dial it back even further.

“1950s style of racism? Who needs that shit? Let’s dial it back up to the 1930s, when…

Everything you said keeps bringing me back to a common issue I see whenever we speak on Black issues: we don’t give credit to nuance and individual experiences because in general, each group keeps making the same mistake of lumping stereotypes together to define the group rather than accept the fact that these are…

Yeah, my family is super-black, but I was educated K through law school in overwhelmingly white environments (that was within a mixed environment). That arguably has as profound an impact on easier social and professional relationships in white spaces as having white relatives.

You do have a point. A lot of time some of this stuff can come across as stereotypical and if you don’t fit those parameters, you aren’t “in”. Myself for instance. I used to get a lot of shit because I didn’t listen to much Rap, I was a Jazz head because of my parents. Because of that, I always got comments that…