This So-Called Post-Post-Racial Life

November 25, 2009

Ginormously Important Blog Post

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From my old blog, c. 2005. Funny to read this post now: As of 2007 this word is now part of the official American English lexicon:

"Keri's Titanic Toes Terrorize a Tiny Person." Great Beyond,

I did not receive the memo about “ginormous.”

I have ascertained, from the usage that I have overheard, that this is combination of “gigantic” and “enormous.” Over the last week or so I have heard the word used by at least a half dozen people, both men and women, young and older, in various places. Each time, the person who the speaker was speaking to did not stop and correct the speaker or question the speaker so I can only gather that this new term is being or has been accepted into our current lexicon.

I do not object to the creation of new words. I do not, even, have anything against “made up” words (or names, for that matter). Afterall, all words (and names) are made up at some point by some one.

It is just that I was neither informed about nor invited to participate in the discussion around ginormous. Was enorgantic ever under consideration? Gimongous? As a social and behavioral scientist I am very interested in scaling: What is the metric for ginormous? Twice as much as gigantic and/or enormous? More than gigantic but not quite enormous?

Where did this term originate? I am somewhat out of touch these days, so perhaps I am just unaware of a movie or a television show or a song or a celebrity that has made the word popular. Maybe this is just a Minnesota thing?

Well, at any rate, have a Happy Monday. Hope your Thanksgiving is ensafable.

November 12, 2009

Decisions, Decisions…

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Out conferencing. Re-posting this from March. Enjoy!

PSA: Should I Blog About Some Racist Ish?

Well, it sometimes happens that I am just about to close down the Macbook for the day, thinking my blogging is done, when I open up one last news page, one last blog, and read…something that nearly makes my head explode. Now, anti-racist work can be exhausting. Many bloggers more able than I have burnt themselves out by tackling too much for too long with too few supports to help them. So what should I learn from this? When should I post about, say, some person calling Michelle Obama a bitch or trash, and when should I leave it alone?

Well, I follow a certain decision-tree. Up until now the process has been only in my head. But I figure, as a public service to the anti-racist blogosphere, that I should simplify my decision-making process and post it for all to see.

Soooooo…without further ado–here it is: the “Should You Post on Your Blog in Response to Some Racist Crap in the News?” flowchart, by PPR_Scribe.

Hope this has been helpful!

(P.S., Please excuse the misspelling of “migraine”–and any other typos that may be contained here. I had somewhat of a headache myself when creating this flowchart and the itty bitty letters were too hard for me to see clearly…)

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November 10, 2009

Round Up All the Black Boys in the Neighborhood

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That’s what my father did just before my first “girl-boy party.”

We lived in a majority White suburb (the setting for my “n***** story” that I related here), and I was turning 13 years old. I was going to have a birthday party—a real party in our apartment complex’s clubhouse. The music was to be provided by my uncle and his band. They were an extremely talented bunch that included his then girlfriend (or wife…the relationship is still unclear to me to this day) who reminded me of Chaka Khan. In fact, the band was Rufus-like, in that they could handle anything from Ohio Players to Yes.

I do not know how it came to be…what (if anything specific) instigated my father’s actions. But at some point my father left the clubhouse and began walking throughout the neighborhood, looking for Black teen-aged boys who were hanging out in order to invite them to the party. One thing is for sure: Without the addition of the few Black boys who decided to check it out, I would have had no Black male presence at my first mixed gender, teen party.

Recently the topic of this party and my father’s action came up during one of my family’s marathon story-telling sessions. I need to backtrack a little and explain something about the Scribe kinship line: We are a family of storytellers. But we do not just tell any old tales. We are tellers of tall tales. We have been known to stretch the truth a little if it will make for a better story. I have a term for this tendency: jeweling the elephant. Actually, that is not my term, but from one of the characters in Armistead Maupin’s The Night Listener. Some of us in my family are bigger elephant jewelers than others; my father—the elder of our clan—is the biggest jeweler of us all.

In my father’s version of my 13-year birthday party, he saw all of us new teenagers—all White except for his eldest daughter (me)—just standing around, segregated by sex, merely listening to all this incredible music played by a real live band. The party was going to be a dud. His daughter’s initiation into teenhood was going to be a colossal failure. She would not even have her first teen dance because none of the White boys present would ask her to dance. (Not that she—with her limited social skills—would have danced if asked or, goodness forbid, initiate asking someone herself.)

But a moment before this fate could be forever sealed, my father dashes out of the clubhouse in search of life support for my rapidly flat-lining party. Moments later he re-enters the party, leading a line of be-bopping, ultra-hip Black boys like some sort of pied piper of adolescent males. The rest of us loosen up, pair up, and begin to jam—the be-bopping ultra-hip Black boys teaching us the latest dance steps from Gary and Hammond and East Chicago. I have my first dance—including my first slow dance—with a shy, but adorable Black kid who was in town from down South visiting his cousin. I am saved a certain social death, and become the talk of the suburban junior high school!

OK. Actually, that is not my father’s version. (I said my father was the master of jeweling the elephant, but his firstborn is a close second place.) What really happened was not quite as dramatic as all that. But the gist of the tale is true to reality. And my father actually did go outside, walk around the apartment complex, and at some later time a group of random Black boys did show up at the door who he had seen in the neighborhood and invited.

How much things have changed. Never mind that if my father did something like that today, the boys would probably head straight to the police. A strange adult man out inviting young men to come over to the clubhouse for a party? They would have had the film crew from “To Catch a Predator” on their cell phones as soon as my father turned his back.

I wonder, though…would my father even do the same thing today, more than 30 years later—say, with his granddaughters (my daughters)? Would he do the same thing in reverse with my teenage brothers who have also grown up in a majority-White suburb? My daughters are not even in double digits yet. But what do other Black parents of Black teens do today under similar circumstances?

If I had my wits about me—and any small bit of entrepreneurial sense—I would start a business with this kind of situation in mind. It would kind of be like an employment temp agency. I would have groups of Black boys and girls who could be hired by parents to attend the social functions of Black teens  being raised in majority White neighborhoods. Eventually, of course, the word would get around and White parents would employ my rental Black teens for their kids’ parties, to give the gatherings that extra cool factor. I could even expand the business to include adolescents of other ethnicities… But I’d start my business model with Black families.

Afterall. What else do you get the privileged Black teenager living in the exclusive cul de sac who has everything? Black friends, of course.

But maybe I am stuck in an old, out-moded mind-set. Maybe such a service is not actually needed in today’s so-called post-racial world. Maybe my daughters’ 13th birthday party will be rocking and jamming…and possibly quite multicultural…without any need for intervention on my part. That would be a very good thing for me for all sorts of reasons. (Only one being that my social skills still are not that great.)

November 8, 2009

“Good Hair,” Man-style

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Though I’ve yet to see Chris Rock’s Good Hair, I have been following a lot of the blog chatter as a result of it. What I have heard very little of, however, is the fact that Black women are not the only ones to “perm” their hair. I find this lack of discussion especially interesting given that Rev. Al Sharpton, himself the sporter of a perm, apparently makes an appearance in the film.

Imagine my surprise, then, when I came across this post commenting on the top Black Man Perms of all time, by a blogger who always wanted a man-perm but was to be forever kept from this fashion statement:

So, in my disappointment I turned to the study of man perms. Over the last twenty years, I have studied man perms extensively until I have emerged as an expert. And it is with that authority that I present you “The Greatest Man Perms of All Time: An Evolutionary History by Max Reddick.”

Of course, I’m a little ticked that Prince does not rate the number 1 man perm. I mean, surely he belongs ahead of Snoop!

November 7, 2009

Novembertime…and the Living’s Postracial

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Colson Whitehead lobbies for a presidential appointment and tickles the funny bone (and jiggles the restless leg) here in the New York Times:

ONE year ago today, we officially became a postracial society. Fifty-three percent of the voters opted for the candidate who would be the first president of African descent, and in doing so eradicated racism forever.

…There are naysayers, however, who believe that we can’t erase centuries of entrenched prejudice, cultivated hatred and institutionalized dehumanization overnight. Maybe we haven’t come as far as we think. That’s why I’d like to throw my hat in the ring for the position of secretary of postracial affairs.

…My plans aren’t mere abstract theorizing. As the secretary of postracial affairs, I want to get out there and engage the people, organize town halls, get up in people’s homes and faces. Eat their food. There’s a variation on an old parlor game that I use to ease people in. You write down on a card what race you were pre-postraciality, and stick it on your forehead so the other players can see. Then, prompted by their clues, you try to figure out what color you were before everything changed. It’s a real icebreaker.

I can’t do it alone. We each have to do our part. I’m just a sad, lonely man trying to piggyback on this whole postracial thing to educate folks about my restless leg syndrome.

October 21, 2009


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As this blog is not even a year old yet, it may be too soon to do a re-post. But I think this post is an appropriate one to re-examine given my little piece of fiction from yesterday on the subject of humor. (And for anyone who read Part 1, Part 2 is on the way. I know you just were on the edge of your seats waiting to find out about the lady with the clown make-up!)

I first posted this February 19th, just weeks after Barack Obama’s historic innauguration. Considering all that has gone on since, it seems like a lifetime ago. It also seems like there has been a lot less political humor, and a lot more incivility and anger—on all sides of the political spectrum—than I hoped for or think is healthy. What do you think—of these two examples of political humor specifically and the state of political homor in the “Obama Age” generally?

(Also possibly of interest, the follow-up post, “Ur, hoa evr, doin it rong…“)

Humor in Post-Post-Racial USA: Ur doin it rite, akshully

Nation’s Blacks Creeped Out By All The People Smiling At Them:

WASHINGTON—A majority of African-Americans surveyed in a nationwide poll this week reported feeling “deeply disturbed” and “more than a little weirded out” by all the white people now smiling at them.

First witnessed shortly after President Obama’s historic victory, the open and cheerful smiling has only continued in recent months, leaving members of the black community completely unnerved.

…According to the poll, more than 92 percent of African-Americans have noticed a dramatic increase in the number of beaming Caucasians in their vicinity, as well as a marked rise in the instances of white people making direct eye contact with them on the bus, engaging them in pleasant conversation, and warmly gazing in their general direction with a mix of wonder, pride, and profound contentment. All respondents reported being “petrified” by the change.

“Yesterday, I’m pretty sure the cashier at the Giant Eagle winked at me,” said Eddie Wilkes, a Pittsburgh resident who described himself as “not a politics person.” “Then she said something about what a happy day it was and tried to bump fists. The whole thing gave me the willies”…

Discussion here before about the complexities and challenges of joke-making in this so-called Age of Obama. Joke-tellers everywhere may find themselves walking a thin line between forging new paths in comedic observation and retreading old paths of racist humor. Joke-listeners everywhere may find themselves challenged with their reactions to such jokes. When is offense and indignation justified? When do we allow ourselves to lighten up?

The above Onion satire is, in my opinion, a good example of a hopeful direction in this comedy and is well worth a full read.

Why it works: Like many Onion pieces, this one has an air of borderline (at least) plausibility. Polls like this are taken, names of people and organizations are real and familiar, and the behavior described is not wholly unbelievable. The joke can stand as an observation of the (perhaps temporary) goodwill and brother-/sisterhood towards humans that seemed to sweep many quarters of the country in the time leading up to election night right through inauguration day. Viewed deeper it also subtly pokes fun at the notion of a “post-racial America”: Blacks and Whites still have different views of the same phenomenon, some Whites are still clueless as to their impact on people of other races. The simple regard for Blacks’ humanity is shown simultaneously as previously missing from much interracial contact and likely just a blip in such interactions.

Who might find it especially funny: Some Blacks who have experienced these kinds of reactions might be especially inclined to laugh uproariously at this piece, similar to how I reacted the first time I explored the Rent-a-Negro and Black People Love Us websites. Others who are fighting the feel-good idea/myth/wishful thinking of a post-racial world might also find the piece humorous, regardless of their race and ethnicity.

Who might have problems with it: Some people may take offense at how the butt of the joke is mainly White people and, perhaps more specifically, the largest segment of White people who supported Barack Obama during the campaign (urban, well educated, young). Obama-age humor will be particularly prone to having a “strange bedfellows” quality to it. In this case, both some Black people—both who did and did not supported Obama—and some White conservatives and others who did not vote for Obama may be laughing. But for different reasons.

Let’s try another one. This one is from the popular user-generated Pundit Kitchen site. It depicts a loving moment between the Obamas. Michelle is saying, “Let’s play Naughty Nurse meets the President again.” Barack responds, “Okay, but this time I get to be the President.”


Why it works: Classic comedic reversal of expectations. Because Barack is, in fact, the President—and, is male—the initial assumption from the first line is that when the two play this game Michelle is the “Naughty Nurse” and Barack is “the President.” Of course, the second line throws this expectation on its head.

Who might find it especially funny: Someone who feels that Barack Obama is too “soft” and Michelle Obama too “manly.” So, this might be funny to some detractors of the Obamas. But also, the joke might be funny to someone who believes in the empowerment of women, the positivity of sexual expression, gender egalitarianism, or other such notions. Particularly the empowerment of Black women, the positivity of sexual expression in Black couples, etc. Again, different segments of people will be laughing for different reasons.

Who might have problems with it: Someone who is troubled by what they see as the sexual fetishism that seems to be directed toward this particular President and First Lady, and the racial overtones involved in it. Black women as sexually loose and emasculating, Black men as sexual studs, etc. Also, some feel that this type of joke-making about the leader of our nation is inappropriate no matter who is in office. The presidency should be held in high esteem, according to this view, so this kind of focus on the President’s sex life is disrespectful and inappropriate.

Me? I find both of these examples extremely funny. Hard times are here, with harder times to follow. We’ll all get through them a lot easier if we are able to laugh at ourselves, each other, and our leaders.

May 22, 2009

Ask Old School Friday

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I am doing something a little different this week for Old School Friday. By the time this week’s theme comes out, I will be out of town and away from my computer. So, I have prepared an OSF post in advance and am scheduling it for release Friday for your listening and reading pleasure.

I have also come up with my own theme. It is said we live in an information age. I actually think we live in an opinion age, as true “information” is a lot harder to come by than someone’s guess, opinion, estimation, or advice. As such, there is a flourishing of advice columns, offering opinions to people who write or email in to request it. Well, thought I, why should Old School Friday not get in on this gig? After all, there is no question or quandary that a little music cannot answer. However, because no one has actually written in to PPR Scribe asking for my two cents, I have simply appropriated the questions from other folks’ advice columns.

First up is an advice seeker from Dan Savage’s popular Savage Love column. There are no profound reasons why I chose this particular question. It is just one of the few questions from Mr. Savage’s column appropriate for this PG-13-rated blog. A newlywed tells Dan:

My wife and I have been married for eight months, and I love her very much. However, we don’t have sex much, maybe three times a month. We’ve seen a therapist a few times, and it hasn’t changed anything. I still love her, but my needs haven’t been met and I’m frustrated. Due to my frustration, I posted an ad on Craigslist—not to cheat but to just get some erotic interaction via the web. I only sent a few pictures back and forth. However, my wife found the e-mails. I apologized and said I never wanted to be with anyone but her, but that I just wanted to feel like I was desired. My wife has asked me to move out for a while, which I did.

Are we effed? I know what I did was horrible, but I want to make this marriage work. I love her, and I don’t want this to end it.

This may not be the answer you are looking for, but I think your wife was being pretty clear when she “asked” you to leave the house. I think you may have added the “for a while” because you cannot face facts. So, yes: you two probably are effed. Or…not effed (by each other), as the case may be. At any rate, I would not be shopping for a one year anniversary gift for “Jill” any time soon.

But on the bright side, it sounds like you have found an alternative that works for you. I do not particularly recommend Craig’s List  for this purpose, but there are many opportunities to engage in very safe and (I hear tell) satisfying sexual relationships on-line. Why fight it? As long as you have the bandwidth and are careful about the potential for repetitive motion injuries—go for it! While you are pondering this possibility, you might want to listen to “Computer Love” by Zapp for inspiration and motivation. It very well could be that you will find that special girl (or guy) to share in your computer world. You no longer need search for any other strategy, thanks to modern technology!

Shooby doo bop shoo doo bop and thanks for your letter!

Now for another computer-related query:

DEAR ABBY: A few months ago, my friend and neighbor, “Jill,” told me how much she enjoyed an online mothers group she participated in, so I joined. Last week, Jill announced on the Web site that she’s pregnant with her second child. I congratulated her online, then congratulated her husband in person when I ran into him in the neighborhood later that day. He was flabbergasted. Apparently, Jill hadn’t told him about the baby!

Jill is now furious with me because I “spoiled her surprise” by revealing something that was supposed to be a secret. How could I have possibly known her pregnancy was secret? She posted it on the Internet! Jill claims any information exchanged in the online community should be confidential as it is never mentioned in the “real world.” I think she should have told her husband before telling her online friends.

How was I supposed to know this “rule” about privacy when it’s never discussed? And how do I fix our friendship?

Well, “Jill’s” ex-friend, sometimes people (I suspect) write letters to advice columns to hear what they want to hear and I think that may be the case with you. Of course you had no way of knowing that this woman would tell a bunch of folks on-line of her pregnancy before she even told her husband and (purported) father of her unborn child. Of course you are under no legal or moral obligation to keep news received on-line confidential. But

In this case you need to follow different rules than what you may be used to. Many people treat their on-line interactions like a time out of Time, a life out of Life. They use the internets as some kind of playground where normal rules do not necessarily apply. In this case, for all you knew “Jill” could have been making up an entire ghost pregnancy deal, real only in her on-line world. Or, she could have been engaging in performance art. Or, she had become pregnant through on-line relations with the previous letter writer to Dan Savage’s column.

The fact is: you do not know. Thus, a good rule of thumb for on-line relationships is to let everything you read on your computer screen go in one eye and out the other. Be like the Vegas hotel concierge: what happens on-line stays on-line. Pay no mind to what they say (on-line); it doesn’t matter anyway (on-line). Like the Go-Go’s, your lips should be sealed, always, with regard to anything you read from your friends on-line.

Thanks for your letter—and I wouldn’t be buying a baby shower gift any time soon.

I was not telling tales when I said that everyone is in on the advice-giving business. The following is a letter sent in to The Atlantic:

I have just realized fully, after seven years, that I am married to a racist. He’s used the “N word” a number of times over the years, and we always fought about it. But he has always claimed to be directing the slur toward somebody “acting” like one, and not toward people of color generally. Well, I recently learned how he truly feels. He voted for McCain and I voted for Obama. He said, “Looks like we have an ‘N’ for president.” I was saddened and disgusted by his remark. I don’t believe I can live with anyone who thinks like this, and I’m planning to get a divorce. This is not the only reason, but it’s certainly the icing on the cake. Do you think we can change racists’ minds?

Where to even begin? First of all, throw out the advice given to you by the columnist. “Racism isn’t a burden for us; it’s a burden for racists” is a bunch of poppycock. Racism is a burden for all of us—particularly all us people of color your husband is hurling the n-word at.

Now. Here again, I think you are looking with your letter for something besides advice. I think you may be looking for praise about how non-racist and progressive you are. OK. You are a wonderful, non-racist, progressive person—who voted for Barack Obama no less! Good for you, and here is your cookie! But…

I think it is unlikely that your husband has devolved into a raging racist or that you are only now “coming to realize” his tendencies. I think it is far more likely that you yourself are the one who has undergone a conversion regarding your attitude towards Black folks, fueled perhaps by the recent presidential campaign. (I am presuming both you and your husband are non-Black. I apologize if this assumption is incorrect.) There is nothing wrong with this. There were many stories during the campaign of formerly racist folks who resolved their cognitive dissonance around race by removing some of their former racist garb. Perhaps this has happened to you. And now, like the former smoker or born-again Christian or new Prius owner, you have little tolerance for people who are still lighting up and blaspheming in the old racist gas guzzler—your husband included.

OSF offers no advice for you on the marriage vs divorce front—although I do hope that you do not blame/credit your divorce on/to your husband being a racist. As you say, there are probably other issues at play, and the sooner you focus on and deal with these, the better your life will be. In the meantime, I would suggest that you model for your husband the proper words for people of African descent, as the n-word is not appropriate unless your name begins with “Lil” or “MC” and you have a million-dollar record deal. (And, IMO, not even then—although that is a different post altogether.) I think that if you listen repeatedly and even sing aloud to Aretha Franklin’s version of “Young, Giften and Black,” you may get the inspiration you need to deal with your husband’s bad verbal habit:

When you’re feeling really low
There’s a great truth you should remember and know
When you’re young, gifted and black
Your soul’s intact (and getting bigger)
And that’s a fact (and you are not a n*****…)

This may not change your husband’s heart and mind, but it may help you keep from slipping back into your (I am guessing) old ways. Thanks much for your letter. And thanks for your vote! (Although you do know that this action does not give you some sort of “get out of racism free” card—you still have much work to do…)

Finally comes this letter to an Essence magazine advice columnist:

My current boyfriend has the smallest penis of anyone I’ve been with. Can I do something to tighten my vagina? Or teach my man to work what he has—without hurting his ego?

I know that you expect me to comment on your expressed expertise with male anatomy. I first thought to go with a Prince song in which he relays the joke about the woman who asked her lover “Why is your organ so small” to which he replied “I did not know I’d be playing in a cathedral.” (Ba-doom-doom!) But in all seriousness. If it is really your concern that because of your previous sexual exploits you are now left with a certain…undesired roominess in your own cathedral, I do hear there are now cosmetic surgeries to downsize your…lodgings.

But I really don’t think that OSF should be recommending such drastic (and, IMO, unnecessary) action. I believe this may be a case of the grass being greener on the other side of the fence…or, the pipe organ seeming louder in the other sanctuary, as the case may be. You have heard the saying It isn’t the size of the boat, but the motion of the ocean, perhaps? Well, maybe your man could do more to compensate for the inadequate (for you) dimensions of his watercraft. A mega cruise liner does not necessarily make for a pleasant and exciting voyage.

If you do not believe me, then you should listen to Jean Knight testify about a man endowed with, apparently, “big stuff” but who was not all that. Like Ms. Knight, you should prefer to give your business to a tiny handyman who is a fine and attentive craftsman than to a big, burly carpenter who breaks his customers’ hearts, makes them cry, and leaves them with an invoice and unfinished job as big as his tool. When all a man has is a big, heavy hammer every project looks like a nail in a board. But when he has a box full of tools—Philips head screwdrivers and pneumatic drills and multiple grit sandpaper and power saws and pipe wrenches and tongue and groove pliers—why, there is no end to the exciting projects he can take on!

Anyway, I am out of rated PG-13 Ace Hardware metaphors, so—best of luck to you. Thanks for your letter!

Well, boys and girls, I think the mail bag is empty. I hope that OSF has provided some musical advice and encouragement this day. Have a great Memorial Day weekend and Happy Old School Friday!

**UPDATE** (5/25) As I said, I posted this in advance of the official OSF theme. For last week that theme was “This is dedicated to…” I’d like to belatedly dedicate this post to the creators of Old School Friday, and all of my fellow Old School Friday participants. No matter how annoyed by racial and other nonsense I am throughout the week I look forward to being able to blog with all of you on Fridays. All of your posts and songs always take me back and make me smile. And the theme fits perfectly with the one I went with here because there is no problem, no question, that OSF’ers cannot solve and answer with music!


As always, a big thank you to OSF hostesses, Marvalus at Conversations with Marva and MrsGrapevine. Please check out the rules for joining and list of other OSF participants here.

April 16, 2009

World’s Biggest Tea Party!

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No, it’s not what you think.

April 14, 2009

Yoo-hoo for Hoo-hahs

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Quick PSA #2: Womanist Musings has alerted me to a product that says it provides “feminine zone nourishment.” Please note that this product is not nourishment for your honeypot, but is instead designed to somehow make your ladybusiness itself more nourishing.

Really, there is no need for such nonsense. These unneccessary products have been around for ages and are just as silly in 2009 as they were back in the 70s when my own little hellokitty became a full grown vajayjay. What my cha-cha could really use is something sweet and tasty to smack my lowerlips on throughout the day as I am running errands, writing on my computer, cleaning my house.

That‘s a product any luckylucy could jump on.

April 1, 2009

Finally–Freedom for James Marshall

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I usually do not link to videos, but I just had to make an exception in this case.

When will we be free of this type of injustice? How is it that this man only gets an “apology”–after 12 years of “inconvenience” in prison for a crime he did not commit–and still must face a larceny charge?

And really, what took so long to analyze the DNA in this case? Surely there was enough material to analyze.

Well, at least he has now been exonerated for this crime. Perhaps the criminal justice system will learn from this and not be so quick to look to the usual suspects every time a tragedy like this happens.








(Happy April Fools’ Day!)

March 25, 2009

PSA: Should I Blog About Some Racist Ish?

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Well, it sometimes happens that I am just about to close down the Macbook for the day, thinking my blogging is done, when I open up one last news page, one last blog, and read…something that nearly makes my head explode. Now, anti-racist work can be exhausting. Many bloggers more able than I have burnt themselves out by tackling too much for too long with too few supports to help them. So what should I learn from this? When should I post about, say, some person calling Michelle Obama a bitch or trash, and when should I leave it alone?

Well, I follow a certain decision-tree. Up until now the process has been only in my head. But I figure, as a public service to the anti-racist blogosphere, that I should simplify my decision-making process and post it for all to see.

Soooooo…without further ado–here it is: the “Should You Post on Your Blog in Response to Some Racist Crap in the News?” flowchart, by PPR_Scribe.

Hope this has been helpful!

(P.S., Please excuse the misspelling of “migraine”–and any other typos that may be contained here. I had somewhat of a headache myself when creating this flowchart and the itty bitty letters were too hard for me to see clearly…)

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March 16, 2009

“Welcome Aboard!”

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flight_style2How many times have you been a passenger on an airline flight and ignored the pre-flight safety instructions? Have you ever actually looked at the safety card in your seat packet? Do you really know every time you settle into your seat where your nearest exit is located? (It may be behind you…)

Well, I dare you to ignore the instructions of this flight attendant. He even gets passenger participation. That’s an accomplishment.

Now if they could just make those safety cards more interesting…


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