I’ve had an influx of new readers of late (could it be that TJ Holmes post on his engagement? All signs point to “YES!”), so I feel the need to say hello. Plus, I want to welcome all the folks I met at Harvard’s Black Policy Conference who have been friending me on Facebook and stopping by.
Please, feel free to dig deep through the blog’s archives. I’ve got some good, gooey nougat of info in there as any long time reader can tell you.
Like, The Limits of Blackness: Where the shit is even “too black” for you sometimes; Doomed Romance: because maybe you feel like reading about someone else’s messed up love life; The Chip On My Shoulder Is A Boulder: The Stories of Mothers and Daughters — many of those stories crazy depressing; Incognegro: A joke series about people who either look white but are black or are part black; black conservatives on Obama: my award-winning political series from last year; my love of “B-Boys;” defining and re-defining what a “sell-out” is; my “Google Stalking” of TJ Holmes; the currently under reconstruction “Great Wall of Sexy;” celebrating hot news people and hot TV pundits; the fashion of Kanye West; every Beyonce post that has started some kind of fight; my torturing of people with Nick Cannon and Mariah Cary and more and more and more!
And don’t forget all the madcap hilarity of The Secret Council of American Negroes, The Snob’s parody site about our most secretive organization pushing the so-called “black” agenda.
Until then, The Snob will mostly be liveblogging her trip which is now on its second leg in New York where I’m meeting with other writer, journalist and entertainment types and making connections. If you’re just here looking for the bag I was carrying this weekend (the infamous “I Am Not Stuck Up … hate BET” bag) … click here.