Fact: DeRay Mckesson is super smart. I’ve been following him on twitter for a while. He’s a Black Lives Matter activist and the author of two of my favorite repeat tweets: “I love my blackness. And yours.” and “Sleep well. Don’t forget to dream.” Also fact: he has a podcast now called Pod Save the… Continue reading Pod Save the People
I was writing a complicated facebook status about the role of public universities and listening to Kendrick Lamar, and I was so dismayed to begin to realize that Donald Trump was speaking in my right ear song after song after song. What the hell, Kendrick, please no, I was thinking – there’s topical, and then there’s… Continue reading To Pimp A Butterfly
Apparently this book is funny! I’m excited about that. I’m doing better with things that are both funny and true these days than with things that are just true. (Hi, Wonkette.) I’ll let you know how it goes.
I just meant to listen to the album, and then the film started, and I was going to watch it for a minute and then get bored and stop because I have the attention span of a small child for anything on the computer that isn’t facebook, and I was never going to admit I didn’t finish… Continue reading Lemonade
I’d rather listen to Jessica Williams and Phoebe Robinson talk about the phone book than most other people talk about practically anything. I used to listen to this podcast all the time. Some time around the election, I took a pause from everything that makes me think harder than Car Talk. (Hi, privilege!) I also basically… Continue reading 2 Dope Queens
A thought I’d only halfway had my head around suddenly dropped into place this afternoon. I’ve tried to answer when white friends of mine have complained about feeling like they can’t ask Black people how to be better at combating racism, and I don’t believe I’ve had a good response until now. Was that language salad?… Continue reading between books: first, do no harm
I finished Negroland. I didn’t really connect with it. I already wrote about a lot of reasons that could be, and here’s one final possibility: some of the characteristics Jefferson identifies in herself– a tendency toward melancholy or depression, self-indulgence, an insistence on impeccability that borders on self-destructive– are characteristics I share. It’s a bit painful to watch another person walk through… Continue reading Negroland: 3