“I feel like ‘embattled’ or ‘disgraced’ will always follow my name. It’s like that black football player who recently came out. He said, ‘I just want to be known as a football player. I don’t want to be known as a gay football player.’ I know exactly what he’s saying. I’m fighting to get my name back.”
Paula Deen fights to get her name back in this week’s People and loses the battle. Miserably. I wonder if Paula could have chosen another comparison, any other comparison that didn’t include the words “disgraced,” “black” and “gay” in the same breath? At the very least couldn’t she have humanized Michael Sam by using his name? Instead, she only succeeded in further proving her ignorance. Despite her embattled, disgraced existence since her N-word scandal, she still has plenty of bacon in the bank ($75 million form a private investment firm to be exact) and a new restaurant opening near Tennessee’s Dollywood theme park. [DListed]
Today would have been Trayvon Martin’s 19th birthday. Martin, however, is not celebrating that birthday today because he was shot and killed by George Zimmerman nearly two years ago in February 2012. Today is also the day that boxing promoter Damon Feldman has tastelessly and unapologetically chosen to announce that rapper DMX has been selected to fight Zimmerman in a “celebrity” boxing match, the scheduled date for which will be announced next week. But I hope that the whole disgusting affair is canceled before that announcement can be made. Keep reading »
Just in case you were under the assumption “we don’t need feminism anymore”: today brings us an analysis study by Media Matters For America about the demographics of the Sunday morning talk shows during 2013.
You’ll be shocked, shocked to know that white men are still the most common guests for seven of the shows studied. Keep reading »
The subway can be pretty crowded at night, especially coming into Brooklyn from Manhattan. We’re usually packed in like sardines before spilling out onto the platform in little clusters as we head deeper into the bowels of the borough. The scene was no different last Saturday night. After my evening of listening to raucous hip hop at a club, drinking my weight in malt liquor and tagging a few local businesses, I decided to head home. I was on the Brooklyn bound 3 train, ready to tuck into bed after a night of the blackest of black activities, when I saw her step onto the train at the Franklin Ave stop. Read more on The Gloss…
Oh for fuck’s sake, fine, I’ll respond to the click-baiting article about yoga on xoJane. A writer going by the name of Jen Caron (her real name, Jen Polachek, was removed as the byline following the backlash to her article) has written the following essay: “It Happened To Me: There Are No Black People In My Yoga Classes And I’m Suddenly Uncomfortable With It.” Caron is a self-described “skinny white girl” and what “happened to” her is a “fairly heavy black woman” attended her yoga class and seemingly had a difficult time with some of the poses. Obviously, Caron writes, the fat Black woman who isn’t as “good” at yoga must resent her, in all her skinny white yogic glory, and this (utterly imagined) racially-charged tension made Caron uncomfortable. But the discomfort, the ruined yoga class, was worth it because isn’t her essay about it brave and compassionate? Jen Caron cares. Keep reading »