“I like Jennifer Lopez. A lot. I respect her hustle, her talent, and I find her rom-coms adorable. In no particular order, I have gushed over her tush and abs, specifically, and her genetically-blessed and gym-enhanced physique, in general. I’ve marveled at her amazing wardrobe, her signature red carpet poses and smoldering stare, her overall flawlessness, and her current glow up with A-Rod. I have rooted for her to win in life and in love and in finance. I am a J. Lo fan. I even own and can sing along to This Is Me… Then, the Ben album.
I tell you that so you will know I’m not a hater when I say this: J. Lo ain’t have no business doing that Motown tribute at the Grammys. And watching at home, my face looked as horrified as Motown founder Berry Gordy’s sitting up in the front row.”
“I grew up in Richmond, VA, and most of my extended family still live there. The Klan was, and no doubt low key probably still is, a big thing there; I remember seeing them march on occasion down Monument Avenue—or the Avenue of Losers as I like to call the tribute street to the Confederate leaders. Robert E. Lee and Stonewall Jackson shared a holiday in January; which eventually became Lee-Jackson-King Day—yes, Martin Luther King, Jr. shares a holiday with confederate leaders, because #virginaisforhatersandlovers
I don’t recall seeing a lot of blackface, but I certainly knew what it was and that it was a no-no. Folks who wore blackface, well, they were to be avoided because they probably wore or knew people who wore hoods.”
“There are some things in life that get really old. Like hearing white people (some, not all) complain about why black folks have to have their own month, their own colleges, their own television channel, and so on. Why are they so special? Goes the old refrain. If we are all equal and one America, why do they have to have their own separate categories for stuff?
It never dawns on these people that the reason we have all these separate designations is because the larger population excluded us, and they kept us from participating with them with many of these things for so long, that ultimately we had to form our own.
I was thinking about that today after seeing stories about Esquire Magazine choosing to feature a young white male on their cover. The article featured a story about what it’s like to grow up young, white, and male, in modern day America.”
“I like to immerse myself in all that is black and amazing. Growing up going to schools where I was usually the only black kid, or one of just a few, black history was just slavery, and then we were magically released (!), and that was that.
No one talked about black inventors, musicians, designers, scientists… no one beyond George Washington Carver was mentioned. He was it. I learn something new every year during Black History Month, and I love sharing what I learn with you.”