Floyd Mayweather is the greatest fighter we’ve seen in the last few decades-about 5 decades to be exact. When we talk about greatness in the context of boxing, it’s easy to call upon Floyd’s 50-0 record, but what makes someone “great” in this sport goes far beyond the stats. Mayweather’s flamboyant demeanor, his ability to captivate, his dedication to his craft-these factors make the athlete stand out among his competitors. And while these traits are admirable, there’s something about Mayweather that overshadows his accomplishments.
I get it. We don’t like Steve Harvey. Ever since he released “Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man,” the guy can’t seem to catch a break. Men were upset that he had broken the “guy code,” and women were mad because they didn’t want to be unfairly labeled. As time went on, Steve just couldn’t stay out of the headlines, often met with backlash as big as his mustache. From the Miss Universe flub, to his meeting with Donald Trump, Harvey has spent a lot of time apologizing over the last few months. But this time-like many times, social media has blown his latest incident way out of proportion. The truth is, Steve Harvey doesn’t owe anybody an apology.
Two weeks ago, I was dragged to the theater to see “Get Out,” a movie I had already dubbed the worst movie of 2017. I went reluctantly, having run out of excuses not to go. I hadn’t even bothered watching the entire trailer. All I knew was that Jordan Peele, a well known comedian, was attempting to tackle issues of racism in the form of a “thriller,” and I simply wasn’t interested. But there I was, front and center, at a movie theater in Southwest Atlanta, surrounded by other anxious movie goers. Luckily, I also had a frozen margarita. This was the moment of truth.
In the year 2017, Donald Trump, (who will be referred to as Tangerine Toddler from this point on) became our President. And while those of us who were sane mourned the fact that he’d be our “leader” for the next four years, others of us were having meet and greets and taking pictures with him like he was our play cousin. To take it a step further, some of us even agreed to perform at his inaugaration. *enters Chrisette Michelle*
Tonight, President Obama will address the nation one last time in his much anticipated farewell speech. As I come to terms with what that really means, it’s hard to find solace. The reasons are a bit complicated, some of them easier to articulate than others, but all equally as hard to swallow. So as we prepare for what I know will be an emotional night, I’d like to reflect. I have more than a few things to say.
Earlier this month, TIME magazine revealed they’d chosen President-elect Donald Trump as their 2016 ““Person of the Year.” And while I don’t think any of us were shocked, I think it’s safe to say that most of us were disgusted. We’d had enough of the Trump Train.
50 people were killed in an Orlando, FL nightclub over the weekend. Pulse, a well known gay club in the area was the target of a mass shooting carried out by 29-year-old Omar Mateen. While 53 more people remain hospitalized, and in critical condition, Americans have found themselves in a peculiar position-trying to figure out where to place the blame.
I love Humans of New York. I check the HONY IG page daily. I obsessively read the stories, stare at the pictures, and dissect every little thing I see. It’s fascinating to me. As someone who loves studying people, and considers herself a professional people watcher, I appreciate the fact that Brandon Stanton (the creator of HONY) spends his life telling the stories of people who are often overlooked by society. Now let’s be clear, I loved him before-but after reading his open letter to Donald Dump, I absolutely adore him.
In the last week, both Ben Carson and Caitlyn Jenner have voiced support for Presidential candidate Donald J.(ackass) Trump. And while anyone who supports Donald Trump is an enigma to me, these two are particularly troubling. Mainly because one is Black and one is a trans woman.