April Fool
No. I can’t be your April Fool your Playful puppy stable Fool your When you’re feeling sad and blue your When you need the tried and true your Handy dandy useful Tool. Not anymore — This heart’s too cool.
Black Man Down and the "Wince" in the Black Woman's Soul
I met this beautiful man at a popular lounge in the District a few weeks ago. He was “the man,” literally. As the manager of the establishment, he addressed my concerns about the abhorrent customer service my friends and I had just received. Voice like milk and honey, and calm
"A Man's Got To Have A Code," Or, Why Family Business Should Remain As Such
“A man’s got to have a code.” Even the worst of (fictional) criminals seem to grasp that. But recent events compel me to ask if such a concept — having a non-negotiable code to live by — is something that has been entirely lost on our generation? I ask because
For the Kids (March 13th edition)
While I was caught up in Happy Black Girl Day!, the rest of the world kept turning. As usual, all types of tricks went down this week. The Miseducation of our children continues. Ultraconservatives made radical changes to primary education textbooks. 48% of Black women have herpes. PLEASE get tested
Happy Black Girl Day! The Prototype: Mona Sutphen
From http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/04/13/AR2009041302968.html Many of you may be unaware of what “Happy Black Girl Day!” is, or where it came from. Created by Brooklyn diva extraordinaire and fellow blogger Sister Toldja, this once-a-month holiday allows us to take a break from the constant media assault on Black women and celebrate the
Light's Out: An emotionally unavailable woman's attempt at atonement
From http://woldcnews.com/local/berniemccain/do-dc-taxicab-drivers-discriminate/ As any non-driving District inhabitant knows: shiny yellow cab light on = run and catch me first and I’m all yours! Cab light off = shove off, I’m taken. So if the riders understand the boilerplate D.C. taxicab sign-language, you’d think its creators–the cab drivers themselves–would, as well.
Thoughts on Being Called a "Nappy Nigger" in "Post-Racial" America
All the world was white. A cold, quiet, calm night. I tilted my head back to capture snow flakes on my tongue in the dark, and I felt like a kid again, giddy over what was sure to be an impending snow day. I had to walk in the street
Time Knows How to Fly
I know it hurts, ladies & gents, but I’m going ghost for about a month to focus on the Bar! I know, I know, so soon? But chin up, kids, time will surely fly by, and this will give the slackers some time to get all caught up on The
A Cold & Broken Hallelujah
“Wherever I am, I’d rather be dancing” –DCDistrictDiva Jeff Buckley’s “Hallelujah” is one of my all-time favorite songs. Justin Timberlake gave this song new life in his rendition at the Hope for Haiti telethon on Friday. (Buy it here and help the people of Haiti). I have been listening to
A Guy to Take the "L"
Unless you are late to The Dithering or my life, you are probably aware of my Grey’s Anatomy obsession, as well as the fact that I can make any scene from that show directly relate to my life (that stuff is, real, man! You don’t understand!). Take the scene embedded