Walmart is a jungle. It always has been. Most people know better than to go to WalMart if they’re in a hurry, or short on Xanax. It just wouldn’t be a smart choice. 9 out of 10 of my trips to WalMart are completely disastrous. And if I come out unscathed, with everything I need, no altercation, and all of my marbles secured, well friends, that was a good day.
“See the Alexander Wang T-Shirts You Can’t Buy Anywhere” the headline read.
Out of curiosity, I clicked the link. Instead of finding some mystical T-Shirt made of rare fabric and hand sewn by Black Jesus, I found something more regular. Very regular. I was shocked to find that the T-Shirts we “can’t buy anywhere,” I had bought and worn back in high school. Something told me that a zillion other Black people in the last 30 years had too.
(S)Cam Newton dabbed his way into our hearts last year. We couldn’t get enough of the young athlete and his willingness to be what we interpreted as unapologetically Black.We enjoyed the spectacle, and quite frankly, the audacity. In late 2015, Newton, a Panthers quarterback, received an unexpected letter from a Tennessee mom who unlike much of the Black community, wasn’t impressed with Newton at all. As a matter of fact, she was pissed, calling the player “arrogant” and a “spoiled brat.” It was strange to say the least.
Another week, another episode of Cutting it in the ATL. And per usual, instead of giving hair cuts, these ladies are being cut THROAT. I must say, a few of the hair divas surprised me this time. Maybe things could be turning around for the group?
Hearing that Gene Wilder died last night was a bit much for me. 2016 has been such a sh*t storm. Everything happened this year-Prince died, Donald Trump is running for President, and Black celebrities keep “All Lives Matter-ing” us on social media. Now the good Lord has taken Willy Wonka on to glory. What now?
A few years ago, I moved to Atlanta, GA. At the time, I was stuck in Washington, D.C., unsure of my next move, and tired of the same old same. Rent was too damn high, and the money wasn’t coming in fast enough. Like many young, Black people with a dollar and a dream, I viewed Atlanta as the Mecca-a place I could go to fulfill my dreams. And for me, it turned out that was true.That was back in 2013.
Today, like most days, a debate broke out on Twitter. This time, we weren’t arguing about child support, $200 dates, or what it means to be a ho. No, today, ladies and gentlemen, we were fighting about who’s better-80’s or 90’s babies.
Well it looks like the smoke may be clearing among the hair divas in the ATL, but let’s not speak too soon. Something tells me that the ladies aren’t going to be able to keep it classy that much longer.