The Snob

Consistently Inconsistent

Oh, chronic depression. My greatest (and most annoying) foe. Who knew that “stability” would mean still juggling a low level malaise every few weeks until forever?

Back in 2007 when I gave up writing it was because I thought my obsessive writing made me unhealthy. At the time, I was obsessively working on novels and screenplays, short stories, poems and songs. I wrote when I was depressed. I wrote when I was manic. It was all consuming. The only real break I took from it (since my day job as a newspaper reporter also involved writing) was after a hospitalization in 2006. I felt my obsession with the stories I created in my mind were part of the problem. They kept me from dealing with my reality, which was not as interesting as some wild story idea I’d concocted or a musical I’d become obsessed with composing. In fact, my reality was pretty bleak at the time, but only by confronting it was I eventually able to deal with it. Continue reading

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MediaSnob

Say “No” to NPR Making “Tell Me More” No More

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Richard Prince, one of my favorite journalists who writes about journalists, broke my heart the other day when he posted on his Journalisms blog that Tell Me More, an NPR staple since 2007, was being canceled. Tell Me More, which is hosted by Michel Martin, was one of the best shows on NPR and was the only show targeting a diverse audience.

Also, Martin is my friend and I don’t know if I’m fully prepared to “accept” that this show is being sacrificed for NPR’s financial bottom line. And I don’t think we, as fellow writers, journalists, friends of Michel and listeners should simply “accept” it either. Continue reading

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He Said/She Said

Black Women and the Savior Complex

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I can rebuild him. I can make him stronger.” — whispers the soft heart of some black woman somewhere.

Black people have problems. That’s a bit of an understatement, but while some better off than we used to me, so many of us are worse since the Civil Rights actions of the 1960s. So it’s only natural that we want to help each other out. That we want to give back. That we want to be there for each other. And when it comes to black women, that is specifically about black men — any black man really — who we have determined is in need of saving and fiercely protecting. Continue reading

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Jada Prather

How’s Your Afro Doing This Days?

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After not making a T-shirt or new swag item in forever, I’ve collaborated with my friend and illustrator Jada Prather to create some new T-shirts fitting of readers of new and old. Because I love hair (and I have a lot of it), the first few shirts are hair-themed, including this one that proudly proclaims one’s ‘fro is “like whoa.” You can get different versions of it right now on Zazzle. So check them out!

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EntertainmentSnob

love in hip hop

“It’s fascinatingly ridiculous. It kinda feels like how y’know when you were like five-years-old and you were playing pretend and started making up things you thought an adult would say. But you’re five and have no clue how that works. That’s why it’s so fascinating because they don’t actually have that excuse for not knowing being that they are adults.” — my friend and illustrator, Jada Prather, on “Love & Hip Hop Atlanta’s” acting

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EntertainmentSnob

5 Reasons Why Solange Tried to Beat Up Her Sister’s Husband, Jay Z

Or … “Don’t Fight Your Brother-in-law”

There are, um, a few reasons why singer/songwriter Solange Knowles decided to go H.A.M. on her brother-in-law, Jay Z, while her infinitely more famous sister, Beyonce Knowles, just kind of stood there fixing her dress.

1. He looked at her funny.*

2. She was drunk and took something the wrong way. (Mean drunks are the worst.)

3. Jay Z insulted her or her sister.

4. The Illuminati **

5. She has never, ever liked her sister’s husband. Continue reading

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