When I first saw advertisements for Almost Christmas, I gotta admit, I was excited, but not for the reasons I think most people were. Mostly, I was ready to see Mo’Nique get back on the silver screen, and I was equally glad that ol’ Danny Glover was still cashing those checks in Hollywood. Those two things alone were enough to spark my interest, but I just wasn’t sure if I was thrilled about seeing what I assumed would be another This Christmas.
I’ve decided I want to bow out. It was fun while it lasted. However, after careful review, I’ve concluded that The Woke Olympics just isn’t for me. I can’t compete. These carefully constructed tweets have me sweating at my desk on the regular, and baby, I’m tired. One slip of the finger, one well intentioned tweet gone bad, and just like that, the Woke community has turned their backs on you, and there you are, all alone-Un-woke.
I remember it like it was yesterday. My first day of middle school. I stepped onto the bus, hair in a ponytail, brand new Nikes on my feet, and a bright red F.U.B.U. shirt on my chest. I was the sh*t.
Last night, I was befuddled to find the incomparable Queen of Hip Hop Soul serenading the Democratic Presidential nominee, Hillary Rodham Clinton, as she sat there, frozen, trying to understand just what in the hell was going on?? Continue reading