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
“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.