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Steph and Ayesha Curry met at the Central Church of God in Charlotte, North Carolina when they were teens. They’re like the Cosby family of professional sports. By the grace of God, they’ve managed to stay scandal free throughout Curry’s amazing career. Ayesha Curry spends her free time making fresh squeezed lemonade and baking cakes with their adorable daughter, Riley (who may or may not be more famous than both of them combined). This week, however, the Internet was ready for a scandal. They’d had enough of this picture perfect family, doing the right thing, and winning in every way possible. They wanted the DIRT.
In case you’ve been under a very large rock, and had no idea that there was a “Roots” remake, I’m here to tell you that there’s a “Roots” remake. The first episode aired over Memorial Day weekend. The last part of the three part miniseries will air tonight on the History channel. Like most people I know, I tuned in to watch the story, eager to see what they’d put together, wondering how they’d take on a story that had changed the course of our nation’s history in such a monumental way.
Oprah Winfrey Network revealed today an extended trailer of its new, original drama series “Greenleaf,” from Lionsgate and Emmy-nominated writer/producer Craig Wright (“Lost,” “Six Feet Under,” “Brothers and Sisters”).
Last night, I had the pleasure of schmoozing and hanging out with the big wigs over at WETV, along with the new cast of “Match Made in Heaven.” It was pretty cool. And I have to say, thanks to Sherri Sheppard, I have a new perspective on what this show has to offer.
bell hooks wants Beyonce’s Lemonade to bring male domination and the exploitation of the Black woman to an end.
She wants Beyonce, (and her Lemonade) to unilaterally liberate Black women and ALL women, for that matter from a looming patriarchal society that just won’t seem to cut us loose. If anyone can do it, it’s Beyonce. Right?
When I first heard of Prince’s passing, I was on vacation in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. I hadn’t really been paying much attention to social media, or national news for that matter. I was too busy taking in the amazing scenery-and the amazing alcohol. But one morning, I woke up and decided to check my news feed just to see what I’d been missing. An avid social media user, I could only go so long without logging in. Like most people, I wasn’t at all prepared for what I saw next. Reports that legendary singer Prince had died in the elevator of his Paisley Park compound left me numb. This couldn’t be true.
When’s the first time you had lemonade? Not the artificial kind-but fresh squeezed, down home, hand-crafted, made with love lemonade? Wasn’t it refreshing? Wasn’t it like nothing you’ve ever tasted before? Didn’t you wonder how that person had managed to add just the right amount of sugar, the perfect amount of lemon juice? Didn’t it make you happy? And isn’t it strange how something so sweet and invigorating could be the product of something so pungent and bitter? Isn’t it crazy how things come together so beautifully when we let them?
Last night, I was just minding my business, forcibly watching the Villanova vs. UNC game with boyfriend, and I looked up to see Lil Wayne pouring champagne on his cellular device.