Listen. The anticipation of the end sometimes feels worse than the end. I know because I’m writing this part before the finale episode even starts. I’ve loved this show from season one. From Molly’s dating shenanigans to the time Tasha dropped that good word, from the exploration of Black women’s sexuality to the excavation of Black women friendships and the #teamIssa #teamLawrence divide, Insecure did what great art does. It kept us talking. Questioning. Reflecting. Critiquing. As much[...]
Last night I tuned in for day three of Married at First Sight. Otherwise known as Everybody Hates Chris. For good reason. This season began with more individuals who want to be married so bad they were willing to go on a matchmaking show with a horrible track record for success. A show where we have watched the experts pair multiple women with emotionally abusive and dishonest men. The most recent examples of this being Michael and Meka and Brandon and Taylor. But if we thought that season (DC)[...]
Before I start, lemme preface this by saying I’m still high off watching Yvonne Orji’s comedy special “Momma I Made It,” so maybe I’m conflating Molly and Yvonne and feeling all warm and fuzzy when I shouldn’t be. Maybe it’s the gewürztraminer. Because the last few weeks I was all #teamIssa #Mollyaintshit. And now I’m wanting them to make up. Either way, this what you getting because this what I got. So, I had a falling out with a friend a short while back. Not the dramatic[...]
“Well at least I ain’t no Black woman.” That’s pretty much what I heard from every man on the Power finale. And it seems to be the only thing you have to avoid being in order to still be considered a morally upstanding motherfucker. For a lot of folks, the most egregious sin you can commit is being Black and woman at the same damn time. And God help you if you are and you also have the nerve to enjoy sex. I watched the Power series finale last night. Mind you, I ain’t watched Po[...]
Not long ago I described what I wanted in love. Not unlike Queen & Slim both did in the film. Here is what I said… I want love I just call “Love” because no other name fits. I want Love to reach for my hand while driving. I want to lay my head in Love’s lap while Love watches something I don’t even want to see but will watch just to be close to Love. I want Love to look at me like I’m the last piece of sweet potato pie at Thanksgiving. Never in my imagining of Love do I want[...]