I love this version of We Can't Stop a million times more than what's her names.
Friday, September 6, 2013
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Free Broozie Brah
Normally, I'm against the use of the N-word, but Jahmall seems to have found the only acceptable way to use the word, and his response is kinda poetic and eloquent. #freebrooziebrah #goawaykanye
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http://www.uproxx.com/music/2013/07/kanye-west-steps-up-his-troll-game-is-selling-plain-white-t-shirts-for-120/
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http://www.uproxx.com/music/2013/07/kanye-west-steps-up-his-troll-game-is-selling-plain-white-t-shirts-for-120/
Hair envy!
My hair is probably too thick to go as short as Ga In did, but I'm so crazy about her haircut that I might actually try it... do I dare disturb the (hair) universe?
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| Image from Nylon magazine |
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| Image from Nylon magazine |
Don't worry, I won't.
I spotted this pre-historic looking fish while at Whole Foods this afternoon. I literally jumped when I saw him, then I thought to myself: What the hell is that? How did you let yourself get caught man?! and Why is there a string holding your mouth open? Yuk! I would love to meet the bad ass that ultimately buys and cooks up this fish. #lostmyappetite
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My Must List
Read: Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
It has been a very long time since I've read a book that I couldn't put down. I am obsessed with Ms. Adichie. I'd love nothing more than to sit and have tea with her and pick her brain. She's a beautiful writer who has been able to precisely describe the indescribable.
See: Fruitvale Station
Just go see it then we'll talk.
Visit: The Robert Pruitt Women Exhibit @ The Studio Museum
Mr. Pruitt's art is modern, beautiful, inspiring, and so cool.
Eat: Marlow & Sons
My best friend told me about this restaurant. Tucked away in South Williamsburg Brooklyn is what looks like a bodega. But once inside I felt transported to a different world. The food is so damn good and I didn't want to leave. Run, don't walk to Marlow & Sons.
Buy: Kindle Fire HD
I own an obscene amount of Apple products. But with that said, there was no way I was going to send hundreds of dollars on a new tablet, which is why I decided to try the Kindle Fire. So far, so good. I don't miss the iPad yet.
It has been a very long time since I've read a book that I couldn't put down. I am obsessed with Ms. Adichie. I'd love nothing more than to sit and have tea with her and pick her brain. She's a beautiful writer who has been able to precisely describe the indescribable.
See: Fruitvale Station
Just go see it then we'll talk.
Visit: The Robert Pruitt Women Exhibit @ The Studio Museum
Mr. Pruitt's art is modern, beautiful, inspiring, and so cool.
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| Sun Fired; Image from studiomuseum.org |
My best friend told me about this restaurant. Tucked away in South Williamsburg Brooklyn is what looks like a bodega. But once inside I felt transported to a different world. The food is so damn good and I didn't want to leave. Run, don't walk to Marlow & Sons.
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| Image from NYTimes |
Buy: Kindle Fire HD
I own an obscene amount of Apple products. But with that said, there was no way I was going to send hundreds of dollars on a new tablet, which is why I decided to try the Kindle Fire. So far, so good. I don't miss the iPad yet.
Monday, August 19, 2013
Those Who Don't
It was something my step mother-in-law said to us on our drive back to our apartment in Harlem that still, two weeks later, doesn't sit right with me. For our second anniversary, we decided to keep our annual getaway close to home. We stayed at a bed and breakfast in Burlington, New Jersey, visited Princeton University, and bought an oversized vintage Superman and Muhammad Ali print in New Hope, Pennsylvania. The in-laws live in New Jersey, so we borrowed the car for our weekend away. They were kind enough to drive us back to the city after our trip.
We took an alternate exit off the Henry Hudson Highway, which let us out in the 160s. As we were driving down on St. Nicholas Avenue, we passed through some of my favorite parts of Washington Heights and Harlem. Interspersed between the bodegas, the Dominican groceries, and the ginormous El Mundo department store is the Mount Jumel Mansion, Jumel Terrace, the old James Bailey mansion (as in Barnum and Bailey), Alexander Hamilton's house, Hamilton Terrace, and the beautiful old, gothic mansion at the end of Hamilton Terrace that looks like it's owned by the Addam's Family.
As I reflect on the car ride and my step mother-in-law's comment. I think what bothers me about the whole thing is that when I compare Harlem to the neighborhoods in New York, I see Harlem as the Promise Land for my people. I see the Harlem Renaissance. I see innovation and perseverance. I see black as beautiful. I see art. I see people looking out for each other. I see a vibrant and thriving neighborhood not crippling under the strong arm of gentrification, but in fact getting stronger. My step mother-in-law's comment was thoughtless, ignorant, and coated in racism. I just wish that she saw the beauty in where we chose to live, and not believe mainstream media's portrayal of African Americans and Harlem.
We took an alternate exit off the Henry Hudson Highway, which let us out in the 160s. As we were driving down on St. Nicholas Avenue, we passed through some of my favorite parts of Washington Heights and Harlem. Interspersed between the bodegas, the Dominican groceries, and the ginormous El Mundo department store is the Mount Jumel Mansion, Jumel Terrace, the old James Bailey mansion (as in Barnum and Bailey), Alexander Hamilton's house, Hamilton Terrace, and the beautiful old, gothic mansion at the end of Hamilton Terrace that looks like it's owned by the Addam's Family.
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| Jumel Terrace (photo taken by me) |
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| Side View of Jumel Mansion (photo taken by me) |
As we make our way down to our street, I pointed out all the sights that I love and that are often overlooked by the non-Harlemite. I moved to New York six years ago and have always lived in Harlem. Aside from being affordable, it's quirky and eclectic, packed with history, old school R&B and Bob Marley is always blasting from some open window, and the brown people out number the white people for once. We bring up our dream of buying a fixer-upper and taking advantage of the Harlem home boom. And without missing a beat, my step mother-in-law says, "But it's in Harlem." The car got quiet, and I try to see Harlem through her Indian immigrant eyes. Black and hispanic people cover the side walks and streets. Dark skinned Africans are hawking shea butter, incense and good luck charms from the motherland, fresh cut mango and pineapples are sold from coolers, $1.00 icee hand trucks are on almost every street corner, children are playing in the street from the water from the water hydrant someone has busted open using a crowbar, and large Dominican families are loudly laughing and hanging out on the steps of their buildings.
As I reflect on the car ride and my step mother-in-law's comment. I think what bothers me about the whole thing is that when I compare Harlem to the neighborhoods in New York, I see Harlem as the Promise Land for my people. I see the Harlem Renaissance. I see innovation and perseverance. I see black as beautiful. I see art. I see people looking out for each other. I see a vibrant and thriving neighborhood not crippling under the strong arm of gentrification, but in fact getting stronger. My step mother-in-law's comment was thoughtless, ignorant, and coated in racism. I just wish that she saw the beauty in where we chose to live, and not believe mainstream media's portrayal of African Americans and Harlem.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
They aren't real friends...
With Scandal, Revenge, and New Girl on summer break, I started watching Mistresses to curb my good-bad TV addiction. I love the post-racial friendships between the white, Korean, and black chicks. I love the bi-racial love child. I love that the women are in their thirties and relatively successful at their careers. I love the black girl's hair and make-up. (I must find out what blush they us on her). I love the young real estate agent's clothes. (The Union Jack clutch is beyond beyond, and I want it). I love Alyssa Milano's hot Aussie husband. I love the glazed white subway tile in Alyssa Milano's kitchen. I love, in the second episode, how they framed and hung beautiful Himalayan jewelry on the wall as art (totally doing that). And that's about it.
Though I will keep watching Mistresses, at least until I find out who the baby daddy is, I don't see the show being renewed for a second season for one major reason- the ladies are not real friends. Sex and the City, Girls, and The Real Housewives of Atlanta ("lowdown monkey with a wig on!") are so successful because they have been able to capture the complex threads that bind women together. We tell each other everything. We tell our dearest girl friends things we probably wouldn't share with our partners. We go into graphic and specific detail about our latest Brazilian wax or our latest hook-up or our latest shopping splurge, or our birth control, or our periods. Nothing is insignificant. Nothing is a secret with your best friend. We speak in code, and in half-completed thoughts and phrases. We know when the other is not themselves. We buy two of everything we love because there's a very good chance that our bffer would want one too.
Mistresses is campy, and shiny, and has most of the ingredients needed to make a hit show, but until they figure out how to gel the women together beyond "we've known each other since childhood" this show won't last. How is it possible to be sleeping with your client for two years and your friends not know? How is it possible that your dead husband comes back from the grave and you don't call your best friend right away? How is it possible that you're having an affair with a man at work and your friends don't know that there was already trouble in paradise before the cliche hook-up at the office on the desk and without a condom for that matter? Talk about being socially irresponsible and lacking creativity. The world doesn't need anymore bad scripted TV. Life's too short to be sucked into a mediocre melodrama. So, ABC, don't take the easy way out and write about what you think women are like (sexually ambivalent, indecisive, weak-willed, and stupid), actually dive into what really drives and motivates us to do what we do. A hot black colleague isn't enough to make us cheat on a hot Aussie who can cook and surf.
Though I will keep watching Mistresses, at least until I find out who the baby daddy is, I don't see the show being renewed for a second season for one major reason- the ladies are not real friends. Sex and the City, Girls, and The Real Housewives of Atlanta ("lowdown monkey with a wig on!") are so successful because they have been able to capture the complex threads that bind women together. We tell each other everything. We tell our dearest girl friends things we probably wouldn't share with our partners. We go into graphic and specific detail about our latest Brazilian wax or our latest hook-up or our latest shopping splurge, or our birth control, or our periods. Nothing is insignificant. Nothing is a secret with your best friend. We speak in code, and in half-completed thoughts and phrases. We know when the other is not themselves. We buy two of everything we love because there's a very good chance that our bffer would want one too.
Mistresses is campy, and shiny, and has most of the ingredients needed to make a hit show, but until they figure out how to gel the women together beyond "we've known each other since childhood" this show won't last. How is it possible to be sleeping with your client for two years and your friends not know? How is it possible that your dead husband comes back from the grave and you don't call your best friend right away? How is it possible that you're having an affair with a man at work and your friends don't know that there was already trouble in paradise before the cliche hook-up at the office on the desk and without a condom for that matter? Talk about being socially irresponsible and lacking creativity. The world doesn't need anymore bad scripted TV. Life's too short to be sucked into a mediocre melodrama. So, ABC, don't take the easy way out and write about what you think women are like (sexually ambivalent, indecisive, weak-willed, and stupid), actually dive into what really drives and motivates us to do what we do. A hot black colleague isn't enough to make us cheat on a hot Aussie who can cook and surf.
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