The Day is On Its Way

Have I ever told y’all how much I love Chance the Rapper?

He recently performed a new song with Daniel Caesar on Colbert’s show and… ugh. I love him.

Its a three verse ballad articulating his toils in fatherhood, being a celebrity, and grappling with troubling matters of our times.

Chance never ceases to amaze me. I love his live instrumentations, the deep gospel influence, his flow. When he performed at the BET Awards last year with Pamela Mann and Kirk Franklin, even my heathen ass could feel the spirit moving through the computer screen. He has a way of making music that just hits you on a spiritual level.

I hear the seams snappin’. And I’m the team cap’n

Chance has never been shy about his activism. The thing that I like about him is that he’s a smart guy. He uses his platform to do some real work.

  • Police brutality
  • Homophobia
  • Urban Poverty/Neglect
  • Racism

Some of the “first world problems that niggas make up” that Chance and other activists are constantly addressing, yet… these hoes (i.e ‘Merica) keep on playing.

He warns, “Keep on playing we gone shake this shit up.”

When I think about the times we are in, I don’t get sad. I’m not even mad, truely and honestly. In the grand scheme of human history, this series of events comes about cyclically. Be it a Henry the VIII, a Hitler, a Stallin, a Napoleon, a Mao-Zedong… a Trump.

Just as sure as we are here, the day is on its way when the jig is fucking up. Though it’s hard to see it now, evil never truly triumphs. Maybe this is attributable to the vitality of the human spirit, or a collective low tolerance for bullshit – regardless…

The day is on its way

It could not wait no more

Here it is.

 

 

 

You Better Work

If y’all didn’t know, I’m a film student. In my last semester, lawd! It’s a bitter sweet feeling – mostly bitter – but that’s a different post.

Film production is one thing. Classes on writing, directing, editing… the usual. But there’s also a set of classes based in film theory.

Because films are not just films and (more broadly) art is not just art. It’s all cultural fodder.

Or at least, that’s how I like to look at it.

Every film, every album, every canvas does a certain cultural work that – when you look back on them as a whole over time – says a whole helluvalot about the world we lived in.

Now this is going to appear to go left for a minute, but bare with me here.

I’ve been listening to that new Uzi.

Sorry not sorry.

I don’t care how fast he says it, I don’t buy that lucier shit. I’m terming this cultural click bait. 

Issa gimmick.

That lil nigga from Seattle isn’t a fucking devil worshipper, and if he is, so the fuck what. That’s on him.

This new shit bumps and I enjoyed listening to it. Sorry not sorry, bih.

The thing about a Uzi, a Yachty, a [insert XXL freshman]… they’re in this bitch.

They’re here and making their presence known and having a wang-dang-mutherfucking-doodle with life.

Yeah, they say problematic, dumb stupid shit sometimes. So does everybody.

But if you watch an interview from any one of these people, they kinda sound like they know what they’re doing. They know the wave they’re on and they’re taking full advantage. As high-falutin’ as you may think their antics might be, they’re not on some bullshit.

And you can say that about a Kendrick, a Cole, a [insert “conscious” rapper] as well.

They’re voices of the culture. And they know it.

They have the juice and it seems as though folks can’t do anything but be mad about it.

Now, when we all look back on this moment in history, I don’t know what we’ll say, honestly. I can’t break down the cultural work that these individuals are doing because I can’t do that right now. I think that is something best done in retrospect.

But they are certainly doing it.

Moral of the story: Y’all gotta chill and let these kids be kids. It’s a wave. It’s a moment. Let it be.

History will tell us what she thought of these 20-teens kids when she’s good a goddam ready. Don’t doubt that the cultural hindsight will be 20/20 and one day – not this one – we’ll be able to know for sure if they actually “ruined hip-hop”… or if they really ushered in a new era of youth culture and music.

I’m leaning more towards the latter.

If you like it, listen to it. Twerk to it. Enjoy it.

If you don’t, that’s cool too, but y’know… don’t be a hater.

 

 

In These Podcast Streets

A month ago, I didn’t even know who Janet Mock was. I don’t know how I came across “Never Before with Janet Mock” but the shit is lit.

Her first guest was none other than the queen mother, Tina Knowles – Lawson, and for a little under an hour they waxed philosophic about the princesses of Parkwood and her own endeavors in making the world a more hospitable place for young black girls.

And the roster just gets better as the season goes on.

Two weeks ago, none other than the man behind Joanne the Scammer, Brandon Miller, came on to talk about how he got to now. I must admit, I was a bit late on the Joanne the Scammer wave. But I kept hearing people say “Get out of my caucasian home,” and I had to investigate the origin of such a statement. My googles brought me to Joanne’s Instagram page.

Last week, she had none other than my #wce, Crissle West, from The Read. I didn’t think I could love her anymore than I already did, but after a fun talk between she and Janet, I can’t shake the thought that somewhere in a parallel dimension, Crissle and I are actually sisters. So smart, so beautiful, so black.

In my analysis thus far, Janet’s got the podcast juice. And we’re only like nine episodes in.

 

 

Pronoun Play & Donkey of the Day

In light of Lil Duval’s (who?) antics on the Breakfast Club last week, it has me thinking a lot about pronouns.

The first time I was asked what my preferred pronouns were was in a college creative writing course. Kiese Laymon, my professor, on the first day did that shit that all teachers do on the first day of classes, but with a surprising twist.

“Everybody go around and say your name, major, and preferred pronouns.”

The concept of pronouns was not foreign to me, but it was still new. Not only could one identify as “he” or “she” but also “they.” As everyone said their names and their pronouns, everybody seemed to identify as cis-gendered.

Maybe I’ll go into detail about this in another post, but as my turn approached, I thought about being the odd bitch out and calling myself “they.” It was something that I’d contemplated in private before but never had the opportunity (nor the desire) to announce out loud.

Let’s not forget, I’m still in Mississippi. At the most Mississippi institution to ever exist. I wasn’t going to risk it, no matter how progressive these folks came off.

“My name is Victoria, I’m an English major, and my pronouns are she/her.”

But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d somehow denied a piece of myself in the name of not making myself a spectacle.

Fuck Lil Duval, honestly and truly. From the depths of my heart. It’s one thing when the pressure to name your identity is self-imposed, but wholly different thing for someone else to take that agency from you, THEN DO IT INCORRECTLY. And fuck the three stooges at the Breakfast Club for entertaining that ignorance.

Do Better. Y’all know the niggas that listen to this show take what they hear and take a mile.

And you let the bullshit fly.

 

Backshot Heard Round the World

Bitch.

Insecure season 2 kicked off on Sunday and…

Wow. Wow. Wow.

Issa Rae is truly a treasure.

So season one: We get to know Issa’s world. Her friends, her relationship, and the dynamics of both. Even though Insecure was becoming its own thing, I couldn’t help but compare it to Awkward Black Girl, an ABG 2.0, if you will.

But now, in season 2, Insecure definitely feels like its own entity. Where each of the characters has a niche in the world that they occupy and cope with.

Shout out to Dustin from The Friend Zone podcast! When I saw his face in the trailer, I screamed like a boy band stan and I’m not ashamed of it.

Issa’s out here dating, trying to get back into the swing of things after her break up with Lawrence. But dating, quite honestly, is much. She’s doing that “where are you from/what do you do” bullshit and I was cringing for her.

Meanwhile life don’t stop and Molly, Issa’s bestie, finds out this white nigga makes more than her at the law firm that they’ve both been at for the same amount of time. I get my life when she checked that bitch at the dinner party and reminded Trevor (or whatever the fuck) of his white and male privilege.

She’s still not fully feeling this therapy shit yet though.

And last but not least, Lawrence.

I really don’t know how to feel about him yet. I really don’t.

He trash as fuck for leaving that raggedy ass shirt in the closet and taking the pillow. And him and that girl Tasha… I just…

She needs to sit the fuck down somewhere.

Of course, the fun didn’t end with the season premiere. The internet and its commentary made for lots of fun.

Say what you want about Charlemagne, but the nigga is good for a laugh.

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I see where his allegiance lies. Typical.

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All in all – that was a damn good premiere. In the coming weeks, I look forward to Issa’s hoe-ventures and hang-ups. This is gonna be a wild one.

Buckle up.

And still, we make shit lit

As if Twitter weren’t already dope, here come this dude to reignite the party.

The “Super Thread.”

So this guy has designed various thread scenarios in which you’re placed in a situation and have to choose one of two options every time the thread gives you a choice as to how to proceed.

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And honestly, I got more enjoyment out of the sidebar convos that came out this than the actual threads themselves.

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It’s an interesting concept, really. Another internet wormhole to occupy my time. I fuck with this so much that’d I’d spend the coin to see this on a larger scale. I can see this being adapted and utilized in some way.

I feel such a sense of community on the internet, sometimes. Like anything, the internet can be a place for the ign’ant, the negative, and the downright foolish, but sometimes, somebody decides to do some cool shit.

And the human race is better for those people.