I Used To Be a Purist, but I’ve Seen the Light

Today in Black History, I want to give thanks for Audible.

I sit here typing this, listening to Jenifer Lewis’ memoire The Mother of Black Hollywood on Audible wondering why I hadn’t adopted Audible earlier.

I was one of those kids who was hated on for reading and didn’t really talk much. And because I was black, that just took it way too far.

“That’s so white.”

*wy prsn*: You never heard [insert popular hip hop/rap song]. I’m more black than you are.”

“You such an oreo.”

So, this is an ode to Audible. I stanned down for shit like Harry Potter and Artemis Fowl and the like. (I just never saw it for Lord of the Rings. sorrynotsorry.) And though I remember trying to imagine some of the characters as people of color, later movie adaptations later showed me that I was clearly wrong. lol.

Now, as of late, it’s really been a gaggle of undoubtedly and unapologetically black people writing books, and I’ve been lit for them, but since I’ve been in college, I haven’t had time to read them.

Over time, I’ve rationalized my double consciousness by associating a sense of pride with my reading because… embracing your insecurities and all that. And I really felt like if I couldn’t sit down and read a book, I was lacking in some way, which then contributed to feelings of anxiety and depression and blah blah blah.

Eventually I realized I had to get off of my high horse. And yeah, it was a high horse that I had mounted to distance myself from the illiterates.

But today in Black History, I’ve come to my senses.

When Issa Rae came on the radar with her memoire, Awkward Black Girl, I made plans to buy the book. However, I was deep into my major at the time and had to buy a lot of other books for class readings. So, I never got around to buying it. And I was still team fuck audio books.

But growing up, getting older, and trying to live out here has made me realize that, no one with two part time occupations just trying to pay rent (i.e. a regular bitch) has time to sit down and read. One thing I’m realizing is that time is truly a luxury – and an expensive one, at that.

I hear a lot of parallels in the aspirations of Mother Lewis and myself. Her move to the big city from a small town. Her drive to hit the ground running and storming the cabaret and Broadway theater scene like she had always dreamed.

And to think I could’ve robbed myself of all this inspiration and revelation.

There’s an influx of black women, and black people, in general, writing and I live for it. Jenifer Lewis, Issa Rae, Shonda Rhimes, Tiffany Haddish. These are the stories I needed as a youth.

But better late than never, I suppose.

 

 

 

 

Everybody Black #2

Awards season cometh.

And it kicked off last night with the Golden Globes.

When the nominations came out, I wasn’t inspired in anyway to plan to watch the ceremony. After such a dope turn out last year, they just had to get back to their white washed ways.

But it was a meaningful night despite the boring list of nominees.

A cascade of beautiful black gowns descended upon the globes in high fashion. Many stars turned out in all black in solidarity with the #timesup/#metoo campaigns and managed to prove that it is possible to both stand for something and serve a look.

Oprah Winfrey was honored with the Cecile B. deMille award and her speech was everything.

This speech was just what the doctor ordered this morning. I’ve been really pondering how I want to take this blogging thing full force – like I’m trying to devise a real strategy for this shit. I’ve had a few ideas but I’ve been afraid to execute.

But Oprah just gave me the go-ahead. So bitch, lets go.

Endless Woman Crushes

2016 was the year of the Awkward Black Girl. Hands Down.

Issa Rae is everything. Just Google her. I remember the ABG days as if they were yesterday and I’m extremely happy for everything she’s accomplished since then. Her HBO debut, Insecure, landed her a Golden Globe nomination and even though she didn’t get it, you better believe, 2016 was just Issa getting her feet wet.

If you follow her Instagram, she just announced that she’s back for blood with season 2 of Insecure is back on July 23.

JULY 23, people. Mark your calendar.

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My new obsession is this show on Netflix called Chewing Gum and it is FUN-NY!! Like open-mouth cackling. It’s written by and starring the beautiful Michaela Coel from the UK. Excellent casting. Excellent story. The show is black excellence and I can’t wait for season/series 2.

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I also like to give YouTube a browse every (other) day. There’s some interesting stuff happening on the the interwebs. Another web series, Ackee and Saltfish, is dope as hell. Just two best friends chopping it up about (not-so) serious shit on the streets of London.