Tuesday for Clutch Magazine Online I tackle the latest "Black Women Behaving Badly" show, Bravo's Atlanta Housewives with medical degrees Married to Medicine. I lament that while reality drama can be escapism, seeing the same archetypes over and over make you long for scripted drama and real actresses.
Yours truly is returning to Michel Martin's Tell Me More on NPR today to talk America's changing demographics. Check your local listings to find out when Michel's show is playing in your area.
I'm home at the Parents' house in Florissant, Mo. and we got 15-and-half inches of snow. There's was nothing I could do but take pictures of it because there's no way I was going out there, a-shovelin'! But I did get to test the panoramic setting on my new camera, so there you have it. I love snow ... to look at. But like all Midwesterners, hate snow once it gets all gross and slushy and full of dirt from cars. But for right now, it's a Springtime Winter Wonderland in March.
For my St. Louis, Mo. peeps, hope you're staying nice and warm. It's cold out there!
The Secret Council of American Negroes is a parody blog started in 2008. Get caught up by clicking here.
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The Secret Council of American Negroes, also known as SCAN, is the man behind the man, behind the other man, behind the woman, behind everything that goes on in Black America. When your white friends wonder aloud how a black man could become president or why the NBA stands for "Nuttin' But Africans," it was us. We had a meeting and we decided these things. That's what we do. We're not all powerful (no one is), but we're powerful enough to get Colin Powell to troll the GOP and start talking about "inclusion" and racism at the Republican National Convention. And that's despite the fact that Powell is also a member of our sister (and rival) organization, Negroes of North America, aka NONA. It's a conservative off-shoot of SCAN who thought we'd been infiltrated by Democrats after we backed Brother Obama instead of Brother Powell for "Operation Real David Palmer." Truth be known, Brother Powell didn't want the gig, but you can't tell J.C. Watts shit.
In honor of Women's History Month I'm dedicating various posts to the ten different women who I've called my "best friend" at different times in my life, as well as the dozens of other women who are my close friends as well. Who've been there for me. Who have even saved my life. This one goes out to two women and an entire town that for some reason decided I was one life worth saving:
Anyone who is close to me, truly close to me, knows that I have a morbid streak. Some of it is due to my humor. The rest is due to the fact that I'm a long-time sufferer of depression and Bipolar Disorder. Although I've been relatively healthy and stable since 2009, I went through a dangerous eight year period where the next day wasn't necessarily guaranteed.
Ascot-hustling wordsmith and my occasional frienemy Roland Martin is out at CNN. The political and cultural yakker cited changes in CNN's management (*cough* Jeff Zucker *cough*) and how the "new boss wants his own peeps." In his CNN last days manifesto, my dearest Roland invoked God, the Tuskegee Airmen and name-dropped it like it's hot.
Feminism is back, guys! (Of course, if you ask the editors at Ms. Magazine and the women of NOW, it never left.) But thanks to Sheryl Sandberg's book "Lean In" and its advice that women need to stop pussyfooting around and get to running stuff everyone's talking about feminism like it's 1969. Case in point: New York Magazine has a feature called "The Feminist Housewife" which I thought was going to be about someone like my mom -- a woman who chose a traditional marriage but raised her daughters to be independent and self-starters -- but instead it's just about some lady who really likes staying at home, raising her kids and still believes in all the traditional gender roles.
Beyonce just released an elbow-throwing, grimy ode to all her haters. Did it also confuse you? Here. Let me explain, but first listen to this.
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