My Obligatory Post About Beyonce’s ‘Thriller’

beyonce-explains-her-new-visual-album-read-her-quotes-nowNope, this isn’t another think piece about Beyonce’s self-titled album because honestly, I don’t have time for all that, and I keep telling y’all I’m not that deep (most of the time). I’m too busy body rolling and doing the dance to “I woke up like dis.”

Just a few thoughts though.

I guess the saying, “They sleep, we grind” really is true. I can’t even slumber at a decent hour (well, fall asleep on the couch after high blood pressure due to the Scandal finale) in peace without this woman releasing a FULL album WITH VIDEOS. Who does that??

Bey done walked up to the House of Grown Women and kicked the door down. Honestly, the lyrics are no different from what you’d hear from Rihanna, who’s worn the “I don’t give a F** bad girl” crown for years. It just looks and sounds so much better coming from Mrs. Carter on this album, in particular. There’s a maturity there that we’ve been waiting on for years. Everyone’s looking at her, saying, “’Bout time, girl! Welcome to the party.”

Where in the world do they come up with these video concepts? “Partition” and my favorite, “Mine”? I hope they weren’t “taken” from old movies and videos no one knows. I’m trying to leave the past in the past.

Still wondering when she’s gonna bottle the kind of love she and Jay have up and sell it. It’ll go faster than the albums.

Stay under the radar and keep working. Since her tour for 4, stans have been bitching about her “scrapping” her album and going back to drawing board. How long does she need to drop a single? I guess she showed us. I imagine her as some cooky mad scientist spouting out the most evil laugh and crispy hand rub. She’s never not working, and we shouldn’t be either if greatness is our goal.

Do what you do, and keep moving. It’s great to celebrate your victories, but while you’re going overboard with the celebration, you could be working towards another goal. The procrastinator in me hates this, but it’s true. When her album dropped, she was wrapping up her 100th show…and eating those infamous Vegan cupcakes. After you’ve ticked off another to-do on your list, do you sit back and bask in it, or do you move to the next?

Pharrell is everything. Why? Not only because he sleeps and bathes in a fountain of youth, but because he wrote “Superpower.” That’s it.

Is Beyoncé actually a real feminist?

I don’t care one way or the other but seeing others’ thirst for an answer is fascinating. There’s always been a very loose idea that she’s a feminist, writing women empowerment anthems, but until now there’s been no concrete proof. Then she sampled Nigerian feminist, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s TEDTalk.

And the feminist crowd went wild.

Then there’s another piece of “proof” dissected in Slate, which suggests that “Partition” sample is the French translation of a line in The Big Lebowski about the misconception that feminists hate sex. So, you already know what “Partition” is about, right?

Then things got sticky.

She tells us ladies that we’re flawless (we woke up like that), but not before she screams “Bow down, bitches” atleast 10 times to haters, women and men alike.

“I took some time to live my life, but don’t think I’m just his little wife. Don’t get it twisted, this my shit. Bow down, bitches.” WELL…

Then the claws came out. Feminist scholars, some things you’ll just never figure out. So don’t.

I agree with the notion that if you are a woman, you should be a feminist automatically, but that’s just not the case. Many women don’t kick up dust over lower pay, sexual degradation or whether we think they should or not. Women, especially women of color, deserve every right that men do, but I don’t label myself as one for these reasons.

When educated and accomplished women quarrel online for the world to see over the rights to feminism, how it looks, who should be involved and why, it’s totally counterproductive to the movement. Do better.

I don’t know Yonce’s life (though now I wish I did!), but she’s probably not scouring Twitter to see what’s the buzz is (and feminism is definitely it) but she has her TEAM, sister included, in the mix. She has her fingertips on the pulse and knows what buttons to push, how and when–even when we think she’s lying dormant.

I wrote this in a blog two years ago when 4 was released.

“As far as her allegiance to women’s issues, she co-wrote “Independent Women” (throw your hands up at me) and gives us ladies the best divalicious and men-bashing anthems ever. Maybe she is a feminist, but so what? Above all things and issues you may think she stands for, what Beyoncé is a marketing genius. She and her team know just what to do to keep the stans continuously uterus-riding.”

Today, much hasn’t changed. I still want to dance and sing loud in my car and living room to Beyoncé songs, instead of breaking my brain over her, but I think this album has made me one of the riders. LOL

You can’t put women in a box. You can work…hard as hell. You can love. You can have babies (or not). You can feel good about yourself. You can be insecure your relationships and strong. You can be provocative, sexy, bitchy and even naughty. You can be complex. That’s being a woman. Right now, Beyoncé encompasses all of that, and maybe the fact that we can’t put our finger on a clear-cut theme is what makes it’s so great.

Just relax and enjoy the ride.


Black Beauty and Required Learning

photoIt’s been a rough few days for black hair. Either the way it grows out of our heads or how we wear it.

Please, don’t take my wrap, I prayed silently as I watched Rihanna walk on the American Music Awards stage to accept her first award.

Her hair was tightly wrapped in a doobie (for you Northerners and Dominicans) complete with the extra long bobby pins. She was stunning, and while I won’t comment on whether it was in order or not, I knew at that moment, just maybe, my wrap was stolen. I could see it. Women of all colors and cultures being photographed in mainstream magazines like Ok! Magazine sauntering down the streets of NYC and L.A. with their hair wrapped sans hair scarves. It would become the next big trend to be drained, along with bling, butt and twerking. I cringed at the thought.

That belongs to women of color. And it’s especially serious for black women.

I know it’s petty. It’s not even a real hairstyle (Did you hear that, people? You’re not really supposed to be in the public with a wrap). Why am I holding on to it, you ask?

I got my first wrap sometime around 1992 as a newly relaxed 12-year-old, and I never looked back. I, a creature of habit, have had pretty much the same hairstyle for 20 years, and they all have required me wrapping my hair every night and securing it with a scarf or a bonnet. It’s a ritual for black women with relaxed or natural hair. Our mothers know it. Our boyfriends and husbands know it. We (usually) don’t take a wrap down for any ol’ thing. It has to be something serious to remove that scarf and grab the comb. I guess that speaks volumes about the value of the AMAs to RiRi.

That’s why when she returned to the stage with studded pins, proving that she meant to keep her doobie up, and I knew that moment had come. They’d either snatch it up as a trend or overlook it because they’re not sure what it is exactly. referred to the wrap/doobie as a “faux pixie crop.” Some social media commenters asked if a doobie was a joint. Talk about clueless. Le sigh.

Then there’s Vanessa VanDyke.

This young girl had been given a choice to either cut her natural hair or be expelled from her school Christian Faith School in Orlando, and thankfully, she will choose the latter. She’s reported saying, “I’m depressed about leaving my friends and people that I’ve known for a while, but I’d rather have that than the principals and administrators picking on me and saying that I should change my hair.”

We’re still doing this? A young child who has a head full of unaltered beautiful hair is a problem, a distraction even? What a way to make a child feel loved and accepted.

White folks don’t know much about us, do they? I won’t raise hell over it, but there’s an annoyance there because minorities are forced to learn about whites, from school curriculum to what we see in the media for even entertainment purposes (a plethora of reality shows aside). Let’s go back a bit.

In elementary school until about sixth grade, my friends and I were obsessed with Teen Magazine even though we weren’t quite there yet in age. We’d scour our school library every month, going straight for the tear-out booklets that were included in every issue. Though we ripped through every page, even then I felt excluded in a way because I didn’t see or read anything that pertained to my friends and me. There were complete sections about how to tan properly, get sun-kissed, beach-blond hair, the perfect chignon or shave your legs with Nair.

There were no stories on how to take care of your hair at night because we didn’t (atleast then) have the luxury of washing our hair daily for a fresh look or how to achieve the perfect wrap, which was now my go-to regimen because I’d gotten a relaxer at age 12. Teen Magazine couldn’t help me on that front, but thank God for Mama and hairstylists.

My point is, at an early age I knew those things about white women without having grown up in a predominately white environment. They might not have known as many things about black folks outside what they heard on the radio or news. Honestly, why would they? When you set the agenda, you also set and control the standard of beauty and what is acceptable. You don’t dare bother to find out what others are doing because eventually, they will fall in line because they’re beat over their heads with constant imagery.  Or so you hope.

Generally, cultures do their own way of doing things and those outside of the culture are oblivious because we may not have or may not want access to others. Perhaps, it’s not so much racism or exclusion as it is human nature. Oprah once aired a show that exposed women of various races and cultures’ beauty secrets. Who knew that the white woman’s sole goal is achieve the perfect  shade of blond?? Or that some Asian women would give their right arms to have a crease in their eyes? Indian women, too, have colorism issues?

We pitched fits when Chris Rock unmasked our hair secrets for the world to see in his film, Good Hair. It seems as if one part of us wants to keep what’s ours close before it’s shelled out to mainstream America for mass production. We’re protective of our customs and what we do, but we also wonder why whites don’t know much about us—our daily lives, how we groom ourselves or connect with one another. Can you be that clueless? Maybe it’s not that we want our “stuff” to be given a thumbs up, or in some cases, taken. Atleast try to be aware of it, and know that it’s sometimes different, but beautiful and normal—not a novelty or distraction.

Best Man Holiday, Hateration and Holleration

bmhAfter reading the various box office number reviews for Best Man Holiday, the mantra for the African American moviegoer this weekend should be: Can I live?

We were all excited and eager to see one of our favorite casts reunite after 14 years. Our anticipation was sparked by the film’s smart media promotion, and we showed up in grand numbers, laughed, cried, screamed and rode with the emotional rollercoaster with Harper, Lance, Jordan and the rest of them. We came out a little drained, but refreshed and feeling good like we’d caught up with old friends. Judging by the early sellouts (I had to purchase tickets at another theater after the remaining evening shows were sold out by 7 p.m.), we knew the box office numbers would soar, and we were right. The film is currently at $30.6 million, but official numbers will post tomorrow.

We support, and yes, we do enjoy cinema of all kinds. This isn’t still a secret, is it?

News outlets have really been sensational in reporting Best Man’s Holiday’s success. The headlines and stories are written in shock, snubbing Malcolm D. Lee and the experienced actors who have graced sets, silver and small screens and stages with other stellar black and white counterparts. Makes me wanna holler! titles its report, “The Best Man Holiday Gives Thor a Run for Its Millions: Surprise success of this low-budget rom-com-dram proves that black is the warmest color.”

*slow blink*

USA Today is in hot water for a snarky headline, “Holiday Nearly Beat Thor as Race-Themed Films Soar.” In just a few hours, it’s been changed to a simple “Best Man Holiday Nearly Beats Mighty ‘Thor’” is a race-themed compared to a predominately white casted film because they are the standard.


Sanaa Lathan serving face for the box office haters

Again, can we live?

Hey folks, we came out for a few reasons: (1) We STILL want to see ourselves. Hello? The movie industry still doesn’t understand this concept? We look at YOU all day, every day, and it’s cool. We want to see US, and that’s perfectly okay. I supported the movie because, yes, the cast IS all-black, and even 14 years ago, I loved seeing young professionals dealing with the ups and down of life, relationships and spirituality (I was freshman in college…le sigh), but there’s more.

(2) African-American audiences create relationships with characters like everyone else. What draws you in to any art form is the ability to connect or identify with it on some level. You identify with a song lyric, a storyline, book, sitcom or movie character. You see yourself or a friend, a family member, an ex them. Newsflash: Best Man is a must-have in most of our movie collections, just like any other “American Movie Classic” would be like Pretty Woman, The Godfather trilogy or Sex and the City (the first one). Has it occurred to you that we missed those characters from 1999? We wanted to know what happened in their lives, who was married, had children, divorced or on the brink of the next big thing, so we showed up.

(3) More than seeing black folks, we showed up because the stories were so great, we had to know what was next.  That’s what quality writing and storytelling will do.

So don’t be shocked when we knock it out of the park on opening weekend. Best Man Holiday will be another added to the movie collection, and the success is well-deserved. In fact, try checking it or some other movies that have casts that don’t look like you, not because you want to see what “we” like or are like, but because you want to see experience a good story. We do it all the time, you know, and it’s not so bad.

The Myth of the All-Knowing Age

Bevy Smith recently turned 47, and she celebrated by dropping a few gems on her Twitter followers this weekend.  The New York media socialite, lifestyle mentor and host of “Fashion Queens” often talks about the freedom that creating your own life affords (she also hosts dinner parties for the best and brightest stars). She’s a vet in the game, so I was surprised to read her tweets saying it wasn’t until after age 35 that she really began to have a concrete vision for her life beyond just wanting to live well. I continued to scroll and saw this:


Oh, so it’s not just me?

I, along with many other women sighed with relief because finally she’d said what no one else dared to say: Age doesn’t imply that you’ll have it all figured out.

After college, I read The Quarterlife Crisis and became enthralled with the concept because I could definitely relate (I even named my first blog after it ). If you were having a Quarterlife Crisis, you were likely a recent college graduate just trying to figure out  life and quickly because the world expected you to.

Then somewhere around 27 or so, I pitched ESSENCE to cover what it means for  young black women to turn the big 3-0 because I was so excited about this new feeling of self-assurance and “I’m on my shit-ness” that every woman post-29 talked about. Ultimately, it was rejected because no one cared about what I thought was such a monumental moment. Looking back, I see why. Those women knew 30 year-olds have a lot more life to live. Now, I chuckle to myself when I hear younger women talk about the total transformation that turning 30 will bring. Yes, I had a bit more awareness, and I took time to reflect on changes I needed and wanted to make, but I do that every year. I gave myself a hard look in the mirror and practiced saying I was anything other than 20-something (took atleast four months for me to master that), but honestly, within the next month or so, I took the “I’m 30, B****” tiara off and went back to the old me.

Every part of our lives, for women especially, has to be considered an era or a phase. We’re told that your 20s is reserved for falling in love, indulging in risky behavior, poor decisions that you can hopefully rebound from and taking impromptu adventures. It’s expected and celebrated even. But when the clock strikes 12 on our 30th birthday, we should automatically know what our life’s purpose is, how and where we want to live our lives and love and act on that. No bad decisions allowed. I’ve also heard women swear that ages 40 and 50 are THE ages where you “just know *insert whatever you need to know.*” Who made this stuff up?

No one tells you that some days you wake up, you can’t tell if you’re 34, 24 or 44, and that sets up an unfulfilled expectation. We forget that LIFE in its entirety if God blesses us to live long enough, is an evolution. You will hit walls that rattle or knock you down. You may desire a career or relationship change, a new environment for yourself and/or your family. There will be times when you won’t know what to do or what to say, how to move forward. Those things will happen no matter if you’re 20 or 65. And that’s okay.

So I was especially glad to read Bevy’s candid tweets. I wish more women would be honest with younger women and share their experiences (insecurities and failures included), instead of giving the impression that all is well all of the time. Maybe the real idea that should be pushed is, you hopefully get wiser and learn something NEW with every year. Those growing pains she talked about don’t stop at a certain age, but hopefully, we’ll know how to navigate through them with better vision until the next one comes along.

I Quit At Trying To Understand Kanye

Kim Kardashian Hosts The New Year's Eve Countdown At 1 OAK NightclubIf you’ve been reading this blog long enough, you know that I go to bat for Kanye West. I’m a MAJOR fan of his music and especially his energy at live shows. What I’ve always been at odds about is his attitude and what’s behind his way of thinking. I’ve thought that his arrogance is a just a mask for his insecurity, but it’s never been enough to muddle my love for him. Until recently, I’ve always been able to separate the music from the man.

Over the last month, he’s taken me on an emotional rollercoaster. I watched him in horror with Jimmy Kimmel as he retreated to this odd internal place, using his “new voice,” then going on a rampage about why his girl, now fiancé, deserves a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, why he’s the best to ever do it—it, being everything and why they as a unit aren’t given their fair shake in fashion and the upper echelon. Classicism is always before racism, therefore no matter how influential he and Kimmy are, they still can’t sit at the House of Whoever’s table like this is high school. Apparently, Grammy’s, reality shows and Sears clothing lines combined should translate into success in Italian couture.

Nobody got it. We all, in the studio and at home, just sat there and listened, quietly confused…or we zoned out. I, self-proclaimed Yeezy diehard, changed the channel. No way I would’ve given him yet another platform to vent his frustrations if I were Kimmel.

He continued his media rampage this Monday, giving me the warm and fuzzies on Big Boi’s show. There, he freestyled in his REAL voice, gave a complete concert over his tracks, complete with jokes and that Kool-aid smile we haven’t seen. He seemed relaxed and more like himself. Yesterday, he interviewed with Ryan Seacrest and was back on the same ol’ ish.

Ol’ boy has drowned in the abyss of stupid love and has taken supporting his mate to a whole ‘nother level. The Captain Save A *** cape is on so tight, he’s about to choke. He says Kim is the epitome of fashion, so why isn’t she on the cover of Vogue? We don’t jock Michelle Obama’s style like we do hers, and Mrs. Obama surely can’t take a sexy selfie like Kim on Instagram.


Why would she? She’s not thirsty…She’s well-educated, accomplished and married to the leader of the Free World. Pardon me if I don’t see the comparison here. Levels, sir. Levels.

So now, I get it. Cut the talk about he’s been crazy since his mama died. We all lose when we try to analyze a guy who randomly changes his voice when talking to white people about classism. It’s clear that he operates in another world. In his world, half-nude selfies, pop culture, etc. are king. That’s the not the world of Vogue editors, Italian clothing designers or the First Lady of the United States. Unfortunately, those two worlds don’t always collide, and sometimes they shouldn’t.

What pains me the most is that he might be the only one who believes his antics. He mentioned to Seacrest that people get caught up on not what he says, but how he says it. Great point. He forgot that delivery, context and a humble spirit are everything.  Even though his favorite go-to comparison, Michael Jordan, was the greatest, everyone also knows he’s an asshole. I hope Ye finds the validation he’s looking for because everyone knows that it’s not really in those Italian sneakers, leather jogging pants and Armenian girlfriends…everyone but him. A Talk With 12 Years and Slave Star, Lupita Nyong’o

“I will never be the same,” Nyong’o says. “This information is indelibly printed in me, and I’m so happy that this film is available now to do the same for others—to bring the time and history to the present because it’s really not that far in the past.”Read more at EBONY

African-American Media Gather For St. Jude Children’s Hospital Celebration of Hope

This weekend I was honored to attend the 2013 St. Jude Children’s Hospital Celebration of Hope Seminar Weekend. The weekend gathered African-American media professionals, radio personalities and executives, bloggers and clergy from across the country to learn about the work and impact of St. Jude on children’s cancer research. St. Jude is close to my heart because it’s right here in Memphis, but beyond sitting up at 2 a.m. crying over their infomercials, many only see the tip of the iceberg of what this global hospital does. I’m a donor and volunteer, and since my attendance last year, I’ve been blown away even more by the compassion and dedication the entire staff has for their patients and families.

Here are a few facts you may not know about St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital:

  • St. Jude served both whites and African Americans, which is especially trailblazing due to its opening during the Civil Rights Movement in 1962.
  • Donors’ contributions count, big or small. It takes 1.9 MILLION a day to run the hospital, but the average donation is $30 or less.
  • Hydroxea, the drug which treats children and adult with sickle-cell anemia, was developed at St. Jude. It’s estimated that hydroxea cut the overall annual medical expenses and hospitalizations by 21 percent.
  • There are three resident shelters for children and their families who receive long-term treatment at St. Jude: Target House, Grizzlies House and the Ronald McDonald House.
  • No family who receives treatment at St. Jude receives a bill for anything. Travel costs, treatment and lodging is free of charge.
  • Meals are customized for children by chefs, including five-star chef, Miles McMath
  • The Teen Art Gallery houses artwork by patients, which serves as an artistic outlet and therapy.

The closing dinner, emceed by Roland S. Martin, featured performances by St. Jude supporters, gospel artists, Sheri Jones Moffet and Jason Nelson and R&B singer/songwriter, Marsha Ambrosius. Take a look at my exclusive interview with Marsha about her visit to Target House.


A few pics with Jason Nelson (bottom left), Marsha Ambrosius and fellow bloggers/writers, Christine of Moms N Charge, Jawn Murray of Always A-List,Jasmine of Black Celebrity GivingEricka Boston, Britt Middleton of, and Candace of BellaOnline. We had a blast!

Special thanks to the St. Jude and ALSAC for a wonderful event! Check out the event hashtag, #SJCelebrate on social media to get an inside peek.

300 Sandwiches Made With Love And A Hope For Fame

bruh-man-martin“I wouldn’t buy nothin’ BUT sammiches!” ~ Bruh Man, Martin

In case you missed it, we’re still talking about sandwiches…. 300 sandwiches to be exact. The New York Post published, “’I’m 124 Sandwiches From An Engagement Ring.’” Page Six senior reporter, Stephanie Smith, has created to chronicle her quest to marry her boyfriend. To him, her sandwiches equal love that deli’s just can’t provide. Needless to say, folks are talking.

From her About Me section of her website:

“My boyfriend E is obsessed with two things: Star Wars and sandwiches. During a Sunday lunchtime viewing of “Return of the Jedi” he told me: “you are 300 sandwiches away from an engagement ring!” … And so, I got cooking …”

There are a ton of things I could examine if I really had the time. Her eager beaver attitude towards his carrot dangling of an engagement ring based on sandwiches. The fact that she naively reveals things about her relationship that even a fool would know to keep disclosed or his dismissal of her effort. Maybe the idea that him suggesting she make him sandwiches in exchange for nuptials was a cute joke and compliment to her, uh, sandwich-making skills, rather than something to be taken seriously. Or that she actually did the math on how many sandwiches she needed to make and how often to secure an engagement, a wedding and children before her eggs turn to dust.

Nah. I don’t even want to touch that.

Instead, let’s talk about how smart this woman is. She’s a marketing genius! In a time when doing anything can gain media attention and set up you for life, Ms. Smith figured out the perfect way to not only maybe marry her ridiculous boyfriend, but also become notably famous in the process. Get people talking, whether good or bad, and have a product to show.

“Oooh, I know what I’m gonna do. He wants sandwiches? I’ll fix him three a week for 12 months, and voila! Marriage, here I come!” That’s awesome, but is creating a website, blogging and photographing your journey necessary? Nope. Creative, yes, but not necessary.

Admit it, girl. You want the limelight. The action. The Sandwich Spotlight, and I’ll be damned if you’re not getting it. She’s already professionally connected to the industry, and the Post story notes that she’s already grabbed the attention of culinary greats (and stars) like Emeril Lagasse. As I write this, folks are either killing themselves over her archaic moves on the cutting board or applauding her for doing whatever it takes to keep her man happy. In any case, they’re visiting her website, increasing her traffic. Hell, even I’ve emailed several recipes to myself (Yes, I’m a sandwich connoisseur).

And that, she can take to a television producer, editor or booking agent, then to the bank.

So, listen, while I hope they do tie the knot, if it doesn’t happen, she’ll have a nice side-gig to hang her hat on for consolation. I’m still baffled, amazed even, but I’m not mad at her sandwich-making self! Make that money, if that’s the real end result. And you, stop judging this woman’s methods and get into these recipes!

Finally, if marriage is indeed, her goal, I suggest she find Bruh Man from Martin. She wouldn’t have to make half of 300 sammiches to get that ring. Godspeed!

On Twerking

TWERK1We’re on a Twerk Rollercoaster and can’t seem to get off. Don’t believe me, check out Oxford Dictionary. The whole phenomenon is played since mainstream got their hands on it. I don’t want to ever hear the word again (except for on “Whistle While You Twerk”), but just a few things on my mind first:

1. There’s no need to fight over the ownership of twerking. Quite frankly, there are more important things to be concerned with in the African-American community and America in general. If you’re going to talk about twerking, don’t go a step further without mentioning a few folks: Any and all bounce artists from New Orleans, Luke Dancers, the Twerk Team, strippers, your neighbor down the street–whoever. All of them have been twerking FOR YEARS. It’s not NEW, nor is it that serious. If you really want to get technical, consider that Africa is the mother of all dance. So, there’s that for your origins.

2. Why must they be examined and combed through with a fine-tooth comb?  News outlets have gone so far as to study the psychology of twerking and create a how-to infographics. Are you serious, New York Post? There’s nothing else to talk about in these United States of America?

3. Twerking isn’t a dance for poor black women. No one really sits around asking themselves what their socioeconomic status is before they break it down. It kinda just happens. Go away with these foolish comments.  To paint a more “acceptable” picture for you, consider that a very wealthy Beyonce is a mild twerker, too. She’s light years away from being poor.

4. If you’re going emulate something, atleast do it halfway right. The only thing Lil Miley did was prove that getting out and just “being her” on stage isn’t enough and illustrate her inaccurate idea of blackness. If you want to broad brush, yes, we love to have a good time. From Soul Train lines, to stepping to even twerking, we get it in. But our culture isn’t one size fits all and it doesn’t consists of majorettes, big booties and loud music.

5. Let’s be clear, on a good day, Hannah Montana’s performance was piss-poor, tasteless and tacky from start to finish. The backlash should’ve been about her lazy stage presence more than her wagging her non-existent ass.

6.   It’s unfortunate that she didn’t understand that Jay’s ode to her in “Somewhere in America” wasn’t a compliment, but more of a satiric rip at Disney queens from White America who love to take a piece of our culture and run with it. She’s too green to realize though that all publicity isn’t good publicity as evident in her recent response to it all.

Though I don’t think this twerking deal is as serious as it’s been portrayed, but it does lift a larger issue. One I’ll write about that later.




Blogging Blues

If you haven’t noticed I have the Blogging Blues. And it’s terrible. I didn’t even finish the #31WrieNow writing challenge.

In 2006, I started my first blog anonymously just eager to read other people’s stuff and get some really random thoughts out–mainly about things that annoyed me at work. Blogging then was its own little community, almost like a secret. Online magazines and blogging weren’t the “in thing” and many hadn’t figured out that you can really make a living off blogging about beauty products, fashion, relationships or whatever else.  Seven years later, I’m wondering what’s my purpose in blogging anymore. I rarely have time to do it (excuses). I’ve been more into writing for compensation rather than publishing the several posts  sitting  in my drafts folder.

Of all of the many things to write about, I have little to no desire to share opinions on anything because, frankly, everyone else has already sone it. The hot topics change so quickly, before you can get your thoughts together to communicate an issue effectively, the next blow-up has happened. So what else could I blog about? I could tell you about my adventures in testing out activities that substitute for working out in the gym. Or maybe about the disaster that was the MTV Video Awards or the blank stare moments that are sure to happen in teaching this semester.

It’s amazing that daily someone “endorses” my  blogging skills on LinkedIn, but I don’t consider myself a blogger as much anymore. Maybe I’m a writer who has a blog? Lately, I’ve been a writer who doesn’t write. Oddly enough, a friend just started and blog and asked for feedback and pointers. I’m going to send her Luvvie’s post from earlier today. It was pretty reads my life as it relates to writing and blogging. This thing is about habits and even expectations. You never know who’s reading and waiting for another post.