There Are Things I Could Talk About Right Now

I could talk about being in a local production of A Streetcar Named Desire, how much fun I’m having, how much I’m gonna miss the routine as well as the cast once it’s all over this Sunday.

I could talk about my feeling about Benedict Cumberbatch, his new marriage/impending fatherhood, how the skeptic blogs following him and his every move are operating and sounding similar to TMZ and the National Enquirer.

I could talk about how I’m stressing myself out about what I plan to do once the play is over, how I’m going to earn money in a way that doesn’t involve sitting at a desk or standing in/near a hot kitchen, how unsure I am about my future.

I could also talk about how I’ve not written much of anything with exception to whining about said skeptic blogs, stressing out over finances, my thoughts about a celebrity who doesn’t even know I exist (not like I haven’t done it before), etc.

Aside from all that, there’s been a break from the stress, thanks to two llamas/alpacas/whatever you wanna call them. They’ve escaped captivity and managed to roam the streets of a town/city in Arizona, only to be tracked via news cycles and treated like a high-speed chase. A police officer would chase them until a wrangler came in, lasso in hand, to capture the llamas.

But don’t think for one moment the whole ordeal wasn’t run through Twitter’s humor machine. It made for some wonderful jokes/memes, many of which I’ve RT’d, making my day. Hashtags like #LlamaFlicks and #ShakespeareLlama made the rounds, improving the mood of Twitter even after a hefty conversation surrounding Oscar-winning actress Patricia Arquette’s comments on gender wage gaps this past Sunday.

I got scared about hitting Twitter jail, I’d RT’d and tweeted so much about #LlamasOnTheLoose. That’s how much fun I was having…

Anyway, hopefully things take a turn for the better outside of the llama debacle. I don’t want to give myself an aneurism due to such stress.

Oh, what a day today was…

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Beyoncé is a Life Giver With “Crazy in Love” Remix


I don’t know about you, but I really dig this remix!

Originally posted on Black Millennials:

In this hauntingly beautiful recreation of her 2003 smash hit “Crazy in Love,” Beyoncé delivers a chilling new take on the song that solidified her as a solo pop artist. The song leads the 50 Shades of Grey soundtrack. The highly anticipated (though awkwardly promoted) film hits movie theaters, quite appropriately, on Valentine’s Day.


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All White Everything

Originally posted on Black Millennials:

By Adia Victoria

I am writing this essay from the back of a van that’s hurdling my band and I up the east coast for our next show tonight. We are in the midst of our first national tour, and as is customary with any new artist, I am asked to give interviews to introduce myself to the public.

Typically, I am asked the same handful of questions such as ‘Who are you?’ ‘What inspires you?’ ‘Who are your influences?’ ‘What is your “message”?’ I enjoy giving interviews, I’ve never shied away from the chance to speak my mind. However, after dropping my first single and essentially offering no other clues as to what my “persona” was, I watched as the press began to construct a narrative around my music and I.

The music industry is a White industry. For the most part I am performing for a White audience, my…

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Meet April Reign, the Black Woman Behind #OscarsSoWhite

Originally posted on Black Millennials:

In an email with April Reign, the mastermind behind #OscarsSoWhite details her reasons for starting the hashtag, and her hopes of a more diverse and inclusive Hollywood.

Yesterday, when the Oscar nominations were released, the Black community was rightfully outraged because absolutely *no* Black actors, directors, or creatives were mentioned. Sure, Common and John Legend snagged a nomination for “Glory,” but otherwise, the Oscars solely validated white artistry.

Which prompted April Reign to start the hashtag #OscarsSoWhite. Her first tweet snowballed into a social media firestorm; with tens of thousands of tweets pouring in by the second, #OscarsSoWhite was trending for days.

April's first tweet April’s very first tweet with #OscarsSoWhite

Media outlets will continue to compile articles with the most popular #OscarSoWhite tweets in the interest of rapidity, but I believe that uplifting the Black women behind the hashtag is more vital and valuable to the conversation. Just like #BlackLivesMatter, a Black women gave rise to a…

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Revelations (Or Just Thoughts): The Golden Globes 2015

So I actually sat down and watched the red carpet and ceremony of the 2015 Golden Globes; while I enjoyed it in parts, there are things that come to mind, things I’m kind of tired of seeing when it coms to award shows/events:

  • I’m tired of seeing Black artists continually getting snubbed for beautiful, well-done work.

I’m not gonna lie: I did NOT see Selma, but I plan to see it when I have the chance, and taking my mom with me. That said:

  • I’m also annoyed with presenters trying to be funny.

Yes, I’m aware the material they recite during the ceremony is written by someone else, but I think it’s time they got some fresh blood to do that, don’t you think?

  • Twitter somehow annoyed me with the constant mention of Benedict Cumberbatch and his photobombing.

Now, I love me some Cumberbatch, though I have some things to say about him (which is a long story to save for another time), but I feel 1) his photobombing is getting old and overplayed and 2) every other tweet on my Twitter timeline mentioned Benedict and/or his photobomb of Meryl Streep and Margaret Cho (who was dressed as a representative of North Korea while holding a fan magazine w/ Kim Jong-Un gracing the cover) as the two women took a photo.

  • Tina Fey and Amy Poehler’s monologue, while funny in some parts, was REACHING in others.

Yes, Emma’s got Big Eyes. Yes, Amal Clooney is an amazing woman whose husband just so happens to be an award-winning actor and dammit, where’s her award for being so awesomesauce?!

However, one of the parts assumed to be ‘reaching’ was the “joke” about Bill Cosby and the rape allegations against him. BUT… while it was a bit much, I get why they did it that way: during a recent show in London, Ontario, Canada, Bill Cosby “joked” with a female audience member who’d gotten up for a drink, stating, “You have to be careful about drinking around me.” While an obvious dig to the allegations (I hate saying ‘allegations’, because it sounds like I’m dismissing the stories of women affected), the fact that he said it complicates his situation, making him sound more like a creep.

Fey’s take on it during the GG monologue was really rough to hear, but, to me, it seemed she was just emulating what Cosby had done during his show, using the same creepy, awkward energy he used to convey the joke. Still irksome…

  • It’s “Kwa-venn-sza-nay”, DAMMIT!

So, Quevenzhané Wallis’ (Annie) name was BUTCHERED yet again, this time by Ricky Gervais. He was on stage presenting the award for Best Actress in a Comedy or Musical, in which Wallis was nominated. Of course Gervais took it upon himself to… do the usual assholish things he usually does and butcher her name, John Travolta-style, but worse, drink in hand.


Google the video on how to pronounce Quevenzhané’s name. This is a constant put-down of her wonderful spirit, so let’s stop this tomfoolery, starting NOW.

  • Some award winners got to ‘speech’ longer than others, seemingly for obvious reasons.

I get why George Clooney got to go on for as long as he did upon receiving the Cecil B. DeMille Award for his body of work. However, someone explain to me why Michael Keaton (Birdman) got more time to cry on stage while the music began to play 30 seconds into Sarah Treem’s speech.

Sarah Treem = writer/producer of The Affair, which won the Golden Globe for Best TV Drama Series, BTW…

  • Per usual, the most deserving nominees were snubbed.

Of course this is a thing that happens with awards shows.

Of course, Selma gets snubbed in every other nomination, but I guess the HFP thought one nod, Best Original Song, was good enough and would make Selma‘s audience happy.

Of course, Martin Freeman gets snubbed in favor of Billy Bob Thornton for Fargo (and they were both nominated in the same category, which is weird but not unusual), though Billy Bob did a damn fine job in his role as Lorne Malvo.

Of course, Viola Davis (How To Get Away With Murder) and Robin Wright (House of Cards) get snubbed in favor of Ruth Wilson, star of The Affair (though I appreciate Wilson’s work) for the award for Best Actress in a TV Series – Drama.

And while I love me some Downton Abbey and am happy for Joanne Froggart winning the Golden Globe for Best Supporting Actress in a Drama, I REALLY wish Uzo Aduba (Orange is the New Black) won instead. 

Other things that irked me:

  • Margaret Cho’s ‘NK rep’ joke went on for too long
  • Chanel did Keira Knightley DIRTY
  • Kerry Washington’s dress would’ve looked better without the navy blue panels on the skirt
  • Amal Clooney should’ve left the gloves at home; she was not visiting royalty
  • One day, Kevin Hart will realize he’s still short. And Black. And doesn’t need to assert his manhood by rubbing all over his lady’s behind during red carpet interviews
  • hearing people talk while presenters were on stage and on-air, doing their part
  • red carpet reporters asking redundant questions and mistaking their subjects for other famous people
  • SOMEONE pray for Lena Dunham, please; bless her little heart
  • Also, I feel the award Amy Adams got was a way to make-up for losses prior; I felt the same way when Renée Zellweger got an Oscar for Cold Mountain, because I felt she deserved one when she was nominated for Chicago
  • the stance on Je Suis Charlie, which may/may not say a lot about some of the people backing Charlie Hedbo regarding free speech (some more words for another post/time)

Aside from all that, there were some good things that came out of the ceremony:

  • Kevin Spacey (House of Cards), after being nominated and losing 8 previous times, finally won his first Golden Globe for Best Actor in a TV Series Drama
  • he also arrived with co-star Kate Mara while seemingly sauced upon hitting the red carpet (he seemed a bit loose while talking to Seacrest and while accepting his award ;-D)
  • the red carpet bandits of E! network (Ryan Seacrest, Giuliana Rancic, Ross Matthews, Kelly Osbourne, etc) did their thing, and all looked wonderful, but I thought Kelly looked AMAZING in her navy blue gown
  • Congrats to Gina Rodriguez for her Best Actress in A TV Series – Comedy/Musical for Jane The Virgin!
  • There was some LGBT+ representation, as Matt Bomer (The Normal Heart) won Best Supporting Actor and Transparent won Best TV Series – Comedy (if there’s more, those are just two examples)
  • Sophie Hunter looked better than her baby’s daddy fiancé Benedict Cumberbatch
  • How To Train Your Dragon 2 won for Best Animated Feature Film (I’ve only seen the first one, but I’d love to watch the sequel!)
  • I’m proud of Common and John Legend winning Best Original Song for Selma!
  • Ava DuVernay SLAYED in her Zac Posen gown. GORGEOUS!

All in all, I have to say it was fairly enjoyable. There are many things I would change (for one, making sure those most deserving got their awards, getting in new writers for monologues of hosts and presenters), but it’ll just have to do, because I’m not involved with the Hollywood Foreign Press nor the show.

I can only express my opinion, which is obviously a lot, because LOOK AT HOW MUCH I’VE WRITTEN!

Anyway, congrats to the night’s winners, as well as the nominees for getting as far as they did. You all have deserved your place in the Beverly Hilton this weekend due to your hard work, and I hope there’s more in store!

I guess I’ll be watching the next awards event, which I believe is either the Grammys or the Screen Actors Guild Awards, whichever comes first. If this helps me write more, then so be it!

Until then,

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Since the Golden Globes is Forever Whitewashed, Let’s Celebrate the Blackness

Originally posted on Black Millennials:

As usual, the Golden Globes were a pretentious celebration of white awesomeness. Very few Black people were nominated and our impressive works of art, like Selma, were sidestepped for various coming-of-age white stories that I positively never heard of.

my tweetIn the coming days, we’re sure to see mainstream white media outlets circulating stories and photos about how great white people are. Hell, it’s already happening. ArtsMic already published a story saying that comediennes Amy Poehler and Tina Fey “slayed” the opening monologue. Like really? Sure, there were a few zingers and sprinkled chuckles, but to “slay” is a term of endearment used for the likes of Beyonce and Lupita, not an average soliloquy. Watch for yourself, and tell me if they “slayed.”

So, for those of us who want to see creatives who look like us uplifted for their bodies of work, I present you this piece that exclusively…

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She Is Ice, I Am Water, She Is Steam

I am water. Regular, cool, clear water flowing down streams. Look at me being all poetic.

While I am water, my two alter egos, Cassandra and Madison, are Ice and Steam. Two parallel universes no one but myself gets to see and experience.

Cassandra is dry ice, in that she’s cold, calculated, manipulative, and charming. As long as you’re on your good side, your life is somewhat guaranteed to go on. She’s quite petty, brash, vengeful when she’s wronged. However, regardless of who she surrounds herself with to fulfill wishes, she prefers to get her own hands dirty.

As for Madison, she takes the form of Steam, in that she’s sensual, affectionate, creative. Though also brash, she’s more considerate than Cassandra with her words. Other traits she shares with Cassie are her charm, wit, sense of humor; yet in Madison’s case, all of her traits are elevated with a level of steamy sexuality that seeps from her pores. She can instantly light up a room upon walking into it, and the sexual tension is thick enough to cut with a freshly sharpened knife.

Both are also very stylish; while Madison goes for form-hugging dresses, gowns, and fitted clothing in general, Cassandra’s fashion sense is inspired by the genius of Alexander McQueen.

At times I straddle in between both personalities internally; while my anger provides urgent warning in one instance, I could be horny, wanton in affection. Not instantly, like the flick of a switch, but it happens from time to time. I’ve recorded many of these musings into my notebook, though subtle hints are hidden away on my NSFW Tumblr page and another Twitter account (locked for REASONS).

For the most part, me, myself, and I? Cassandra represents my ice cold anger, and Madison my warm love, as I’m the calm, fluid waters before either storm, both producing strong currents and threatening riptides. Depending on my mood, I represent urgent warning or gentle comfort.