When we last spoke (about Jacquees), it was in the midst of Mr. Rodriguez Jacquees Broadnax’s ill-advised decision to proclaim that he was the “King of R&B,” a title that none of the contenders were really laying claim to, but that nearly all agreed was not Jacquees. And because of his claim, he became a punching bag,…
What do the Loch Ness Monster, Santa Claus, hot Travis Scott verses, and “cancel culture” have in common? They don’t exist! (Or perhaps they only exist on tracks also featuring Drake.) Watch for some raw and uncut fallacy debunking, and stay for a useful list on who we should actually cancel.
It’s not quite rocket-surgery or anything, but I definitely believe in the maxim that too much of anything can be bad. And when I say “anything” I mean literally anything, from obvious stuff like food or crime, to less obvious stuff like talent, Kenny G albums or Target runs. Put a pin in “talent.”
While thinking about the nebulous “workout” the NFL recently offered to Colin Kaepernick, I’m reminded of...He’s Just Not That Into You. Which, well, let me explain:
(Disclaimer: If you’re physically impaired in some capacity and need to stand as soon as the plane lands, please ignore this and keep standing! If not, well, answer me!)
1. Cross-country road trips, where they drive to different states just to hunt and eat other rich people.
As both Morehouse College and Spelman College celebrated their annual homecoming in late October—usually more than reason enough for me to make the trip to Atlanta—I had a little extra pep in my homecoming step. The weekend also coincided with Morehouse College’s “Experience The House” open house for prospective…
A few weeks back, I attended an album talk for noted hip-hop lyricist and producer Pharoahe Monch’s 1999 album, Internal Affairs (released on seminal label, Rawkus Records), at The REACH, the new arts and culture center that’s part of the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts in Washington, D.C. The talk,…
The pathologically un-rewatchable Joker has become the highest-grossing R-rated movie in history, surpassing Deadpool 2. I am not surprised by this, as the audience for depictions of maladjusted and sexually frustrated white men finding catharsis in violence is, well, bottomless. Add a mundane mythos, a…
On Oct. 25, 2019, Kanye Omari West released his ninth studio album, Jesus Is King. The album was released on the heels of his at-best popular, but always well-attended “Sunday Service” performances and is a succinct 11-track album that clocks in at just over 27 minutes. There’s been a ton of news surrounding Kanye and…
When I was 10, I was forced to give my life to Christ.
This past weekend in the capital of African America—Atlanta—a gathering of Black Excellence took place on hallowed grounds in the city’s West End neighborhood. SpelHouse, the famed and noble portmanteau of two of Black America’s most illustrious and storied institutions—Morehouse College and Spelman College—celebrated…
On the “Things I Happen To Hate” spectrum—which, unfortunately, seems to be lengthening as I age—Halloween is nowhere near the pinnacle. In fact, it is a basement/replacement-level hate, down there with beets and “black Republican male haircuts”—acceptably hateable things that aren’t worth the bandwidth necessary for…
Ha! Got you, didn’t I? You clicked on this—hastily, lustily, thirsty as a motherfucker—to read a review of Kanye West’s Jesus Is King. But there will be no review here today, or tomorrow, or whichever day comes after tomorrow cause I’m really very sleep-deprived right now and I’m not quite sure what day it is.
I’m reminded, today, a day after Donald Trump called his impeachment inquiry a lynching—and an hour after reading that good ole’ Uncle Joe Biden once made the same analogy about Bill Clinton’s impeachment—of last week’s round of “So, Who Doesn’t Want to Be a Nigger But Wants to Say Nigga?” Specifically, my thoughts…
You can find some of the very worst people in the world on Twitter, in barbershops, at bars, and anywhere else the upcoming NBA season is being discussed. If you need help distinguishing these repugnant motherfuckers from the rest, just listen in on the conversation, wait until Zion Williamson is brought up, and…
I am being generous (to myself) when thinking that half the people reading this will have at least one of the following responses to this title:
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