Notes From Your Favorite Super Villain: No Kings, No Masters

Notes From Your Favorite Super Villain: No Kings, No Masters

ALL HAIL KING KILLMONGER! Now that the hook is out let’s get to it. I know you expect me to rock with N’Jadaka. And I do, sort of. Let’s get this out the way. Michael B. Jordan tore the face off this role and wore it for 2 hours. He is a better written and acted villain than Heath Ledger as the Joker, and were this note a spoiler discussion I would get into all the ways that is. Instead I want to get to a bigger point. Choice. Fair Warning: This is the new style of note, all opinion, Read more »

Happy Valentine’s Day 2018

Happy Valentine’s Day 2018

Have I ever told you that I like all of the holidays? So of course I love Valentine’s Day too! Not because of the materialistic elements that have been incorporated into most of the holidays. No, I love that there are specific days where we are encouraged to have fun, celebrate, and spend invaluable time with people we like. With that in mind, I want to tell you all… well it’s in the title. Although today, being Valentine’s Day, also marks the how-ever-many-thousandth anniversary of a certain somebody’s massacre (which I read that some bitter jerk face decided to try Read more »

And now…A new hour begins

And now…A new hour begins

Your brain is feeding you correct information, I assure you. That weird feeling in the back of your mind that says this can’t be happening is, in fact, incorrect. You are here, reading these words. And as it were, so am I. I’ll let that sink in for a moment. You deserve it. Crazy how life goes. For 3 years my Monday schedule included frantically editing and prepping the piece I wrote over the course of the last week. And then getting it shared all over my various social media sites. Stressing over content. Straight up harassing my writers until Read more »

The Letter Series: Dear Allies

The Letter Series: Dear Allies

I am not an Ally. I am an asshole. Over the years, I’ve come to embrace that last statement. Alternatively, I never would have thought I’d be able to make that first statement knowing what it implies. In times like these, I’m reminded of the secret societies and why they were originally created: because the ideas held by their constituents were often taboo, unpopular, and unwelcome in polite society. Secret societies were like safe places for the world’s best, brightest, most innovative thinkers. I think its time for a new one. Assholes like me need a Secret Society where the determination Read more »

New Year’s Promise

New Year’s Promise

Happy New Year! I’m here again to get a tad personal because it’s our Anniversary, and thus a perfect time to renew our vows. The hardest thing about being a writer is writing. Sure the writer’s block makes things hard. And yes, when the mission is to lend my voice to the issues and there’s too much unpleasantness going on for me to focus on just one thing, I get overwhelmed. But if I’m honest–and I’m always honest with you–its that every time I put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard, I expose my soul. Especially because I insist on this “impeccability Read more »

RSI: Redefining Beauty

RSI: Redefining Beauty

Beauty. Cuteness. Attractive. Adorable… A young man called me beautiful last night. Part of me wanted to smile and say thank you shyly. Instead I said “I know, and thank you for noticing!”… Still with a smile, but not the kind that usually goes with feigned humility or embarrassment. I accepted his compliment. Once I did, the voices in my head took over, telling me that he probably didn’t really mean it. I told me that I’m only pretty to a very select few kinds of people, let alone beautiful. I told me that I certainly shouldn’t have been so forward about accepting that compliment. Luckily, Read more »

DDD: I Am An Angry Black Woman

DDD: I Am An Angry Black Woman

I’m angry. I’m pissed. I’m incensed. I have an attitude. I’m mad. I’ve had “Resting Bitch Face” since long before having a resting bitch face was in style. Oh, and in case I haven’t been clear on this fact, I’m Black… and a womanly woman with lady parts. Got it? Good. So when you, in your infinite wisdom and privilege, curl your lips to make statements about my character, or tell me to “smile, it’s not that bad…” understand that you have now contributed to what was probably an already unpleasant day. You don’t know my life. You can’t fathom my struggle.  Read more »