If you haven’t seen “Leaving Neverland”, the documentary of the Michael Jackson molestation accusations then stop reading this right now and go fix that!
For the rest of us….
*Leans in and gives a whisper tone*
If you were anything like me, you watched it, still holding onto the alibi "Michael Jackson just love kids", a mantra that has been embedded in the majority of us since the first allegations. Many of us watched, ready to dismiss these claims as another ploy for attention…...that is until you saw the creepy photos, handwritten love notes and heard the high-pitched flirty voicemail left by Mr. Jackson himself!
It was bananas and even though I want to make a sarcastic remark relating it to "Surviving R. Kelly", there is simply no comparison other than the fact that BOTH men were blatantly honest about their sexual deviance through their music. For crying aloud the first verse of “Bad” begins with “Your butt is mine”. If you read the entirety of the lyrics, he’s literally telling us that he is bad, we know it and even with the whole world answering, it still has to be questioned. No different than R. Kelly’s lyrics, the one he sang and the ones he wrote for Aaliyah (Age ain't nothing but a number, going down ain't nothing but a thing). C’MON!
Michael was sexing these little boys DOWN and technically with their mothers’ permission. The fathers were (eventually) disturbed by the ordeal. So much so that one of the victim’s father took his own life and the other left.
So many questions arose from the documentary but also so many answers were provided. Removing Michael Jackson’s ability to entertain, he was a very disturbed man. The abuse he suffered as a child was publicly known, he mutilated his body in the hopes to attain a certain look (let’s be honest, he wanted to be Caucasian, hence his sexual preference in Caucasian boys and the genetic makeup of his supposed children), he spoke in an eerie and unnatural high pitched voice, people openly spoke about him having “the mind of a child”…etc. etc!
But because he can sing, move his body seamlessly and dry hump the palm of his hand on cue, all of this is overlooked and even justified by some fans.
Craziness! Pure craziness!
Michael Jackson was a pedophile player who was only exposed because the little boys (who are now men) and their families could no longer benefit. Period. This is made apparent by the constant reinforcement in the victims’ statements of loving Michael and still wanting to be his friend, even in adulthood.
It doesn’t take away from the fact that Michael seemed to be a Grade A narcissist and suffered from some sort of delayed development. Even the suits he wore to his trials before he became “sick” resembled that of a child’s private school uniform.
Overall, if you can handle explicit content and the idea of little boys being told to bend over and spread their butt cheeks, then you can handle the possibility of Michael Jackson being a monster. And maybe the adoring fans who released doves and cried hysterically upon his innocent conviction were just as delusional as him. Oprah couldn’t have quoted it better when she said,
“Celebrity supersedes criminality."
It did and still does.
But for now, the question from the highly popularized song can be directly answered.
You, Michael. You.
Somewhere in-between the streams of “I told you so” and “I still believe him” are the grounds of broken egos, shattered politics and a setback for Democrats and the LGBTQ community and allies alike.
Jussie Smollet single-handedly killed his career while throwing dirt from his downfall on all those who supported him. Presidential candidate, Cory Booker even managed to use the incident to bring light to a proposed anti-lynching bill, a crime that hasn’t been committed in over fifty years.
But let’s be honest.
Did you really believe Jussie? I mean, really-really?
When I first heard the story, my reaction was confusion because the details sounded too much like an old episode of Empire. PLUS the overall atmosphere was a bit off. We were expected to believe that Jussie was hate attacked in Chicago, one of the most liberal cities in America, by MAGA hat wearers during a casual stroll to Subway (people still eat there?!) at 2 a.m. (aren’t they usually closed at this time?!) during one of the coldest winter’s night (It was about negative 250 million degrees). But I was still willing to give the story the benefit of the doubt on the strength of it getting closer to election season and some people do tend to go a bit bananas.
The millisecond it was confirmed that Jussie did not want to turn over his phone to authorities in order to assist the investigation, all bets were off. If there were private, questionable photos or videos that he didn’t want the police to see, he could have easily voiced that and made efforts to remove the content. But he didn’t. It took the mention of a warrant to get the phone, which was altered upon surrendering.
Almost immediately, Jussie took to the media trying to spin himself into a heroic “Gay Tupac” by claiming he fought back against the attackers and even went as far as tearing up during an interview because people didn’t believe him. (Seriously, the interview is difficult to watch because it’s soOoo melodramatic).
Jussie described the attackers as wearing MAGA hats, naturally people would assume the attackers to be white. But when Chicago PD arrested two NIGERIAN men, the first thing that came to mind was a meme of Beyoncé smirking while taking a sip from a mug.
Everything unraveled after that and even resulted in Jussie being removed from Empire and arrested for filing a false report which carries a stiff federal punishment of imprisonment and fines (which may be a problem since he only paid the Nigerian brothers $3500 for a federal crime. What?! If you wanted silence, you should have paid more. Ijs).
Despite the fact that Jussie is receiving his karma almost instantly, it doesn’t take away from the fact that he played on every minority’s vulnerability for empty recognition. He blindsided politicians, exploited Black Civil Rights, cheapened the social hardships of the LGBTQ community and played on the heart strings of Empire fans (because I know you guys remember the episodes after Jamal was shot!).
Jussie tried to benefit from being a victim by doing what he has professionally done almost his entire life.
He’s a professional liar, guys!
And now that his acting may not be paid for any longer, he’s just being the type of person who do things like this daily but haven’t obtained fame – a sociopath.
The psychological thriller based on the novel by Caroline Kepnes is worth yet another wintertime weekend binge fest!
Suggested by my brother’s girlfriend, “You” takes place in present time, New York City and revolves around the whirlwind “romance” of a psychotic bookstore manager who falls in love (err becomes obsessed) with modern day basic bitch, Beck.
The series, which originally aired on Lifetime (it definitely has a Lifetime-y feel), begins with a narrative from neurotic main character, Joe describing his new love interest Beck in eerie detail.
Later that night after their brief and light flirtatious encounter at the bookstore, Joe did something that every single one of us has done after encountering someone who peaks our interest.
Look them up on social media.
Only Joe went a little further than social media posts and tagged photos. He ends up locating her address, scoping the entire span of her existence and following her on social outings.
The entire series is shot mainly in a bookstore with the ironic underlining message of not judging a book by its cover. Joe came across as the typical nice guy who wouldn’t hurt a fly but in his mind he was a calculated killer with suppressed emotions caused by a major heartbreak and parental neglect. While Beck on the other hand was the Caucasian equivalent to Nola from Spike Lee’s She’s Gotta Have It. She was artistic, broke and seemed angelic (painted by Joe’s impression of her, of course) but in reality was just another promiscuous basic bitch who suffered from daddy issues. In theory they were perfect for each other. A beautiful mess. The one episode that gave us an insight into Beck’s mind confirmed this theory.
Without giving a lot of this amazing series away, you’re probably still wondering, well, why should I watch ‘YOU’?
Because it’s about you.
And anyone else who has been exposed to dating within the last fifteen years.
It shows how much of ourselves we have exposed online for the sake of a “popping” social media presence and how all of that information can be exploited by people with ill intentions who want to gain something from us or worse.
YOU shows how vulnerable all of us really are in this world and one minor misjudge of character could possibly result in us locked away in a soundproof cage beneath an old time bookstore.
Bird Box. Bandersnatch. Relatable. Oh my!
With the holiday season at an end and the New Year shoved into our faces, it made sense to spend the last weekend of 2018 emerged in media streaming goodness.
While there are hundreds of binge-worthy, eyeball drying shows, movies, documentaries and specials to choose from, I chose the three most popular to watch. Hopefully, by now you have seen these and if not, I’ll try my best to not spoil them.
No promises though.
First up, Bird Box!
Based on the 2014 novel by Josh Malerman, Bird Box is a post-apocalyptic thriller that follows the story of a pessimistic pregnant woman named Malorie who is thrown into survival mode after discovering her city is under attack by massive suicidal and psychotic people.
In no time, (well, after a woman repeatedly slammed her face into a window, Malorie’s sister walked into a moving garbage truck and a woman literally chose to sit in a burning car), we learn that people are only effected by the phenomenon by looking at it and being outside.
Annnnnnnd here comes the setup of every post-apocalyptic movie ever created since the dawn of the genre:
You have a group of multi-racial people who literally fit every societal subset culture, confined to a shelter with limited food, weapons and in some cases, common sense. The group’s unwillingness to work as a unit eventually results in fatalities, betrayal, and the missing of Sandra Bullock in her hay days of Miss Congeniality.
Ultimately the many become the few and we cut to five years later. The children have grown and a Black man has survived. All seems well, despite the fact that they still have to wear blindfolds while outside and the only remaining people who have managed to not become effected by the suicidal phenomenal are people who are “crazier than cat shit”.
The remainder of the story is Malorie sailing down the river for three days with no food, water, GPS and two of the most well behaved children in the history of parenthood.
The ending was lackluster but the imagination journey was worth it. (Plus the hilarious memes you’ll now understand. My fav. is the one where Olympia explains what she wants her daughter to be named but Malroie still ends up calling her Girl and then names her Olympia. It’s probably funnier when you see it).
Though a huge part of me wants to dive into how this movie represents the effects of social media on an emotionally frail society and go over the occultist symbolism found in it…
The overall feel of the movie however does carry a very familiar plot undertone. Mist anyone?
If you’re familiar with the Goosebumps brand, you may recall the books that allowed you to choose your own ending. Well, that’s exactly the way Bandersnatch plays out!
Set in the amazing year of 1984 in England, Bandersnatch revolves around a socially awkward programmer, Stefan Butler who is determined to turn a choose-your-own-adventure styled novel into a revolutionary video game.
Que the irony and the beginning of small random choices, we the audience, can make for Stefan.
As the story progresses the choices become more intense (or weird depending on the mindset of the one holding the controller/remote). They ease you in with cereal and record choices then smack you in the face with the option to kick your therapist’s ass. Every decision leads to a different story path and then a different ending.
There are five known endings to this movie and I was determined to see them all.
So I did.
Let me be the first to tell you that there are NO positive outcomes to this movie.
For instance, if you decide to take your medication, you won’t go on a psychotic binge and accuse your Dad of being a mind controlling agent that results in you wanting to “Kill that muthafucka!” (an exact quote of my wife—but in her defense, when we restarted back to a selection point, there was an undertone of a woman on the television evoking the desire to “kill anyway”). Though you avoid the psychotic break, your game production will turn out to be lackluster and you’ll be forced to sit on the couch and watch an Austin Powers’ looking character berate your brain child.
So have your fun while in it!
But try and stay mindful about decisions made because after the third ending, warping back to a previous selection period starts to feel like you, yourself is entrapped in a continuous mind loop and it’s more about the outcome of the decisions than just enjoying the progression of the storyline.
Overall, it was one hell of an experience and I look forward to whatever the creative geniuses and hardcore conspiracy theorists at Black Mirror has in store for us next!
Last but not least, we watched famed lesbian, Ellen DeGeneres do standup in her WAY overdue special, Relatable.
And honestly, she “KILL’T that sh*t”.
From the mini-therapy session turned humorous about the hardships of her earlier years as an entertainer to the awesomeness of her marriage to her beautiful and thoughtful wife, Relatable is definitely worth watching.
Being gay while doing so is optional.
By now, I'm pretty sure you've seen or at least heard of Jill Scott's "ahem" masterful skills. And if you haven't you can take a gander at the video of her live performance.
All it proves is exactly what I was saying in my last post.
Sucking Dick is Easy. <~~Click to Read.
Well, that was fast.
Mr. West has officially declared his exit from politics.
And burned bridges with Candace Owens, who credited West with the creation of the logo for #Blexit (the movement to promote Black people leaving the Democratic Party).
Maybe Mr, West isn't going to run for President after all.
So, I finally saw Marvel’s Black Panther. After all of the hype and excitement, I was a little disappointed.
And fell asleep.
As an overall Marvel movie, Black Panther was “Meh” but as a medium to showcase perspective politics and Black culture, it “KILLED THAT SHIT!”
KILLED IT DEAD!
The movie illustrated a lot of struggles within the Black community, starting with the inability of the newly crowned King to secure the hand of his desired Queen, who preferred activism over domestication. (Perhaps the thrill of saving others excited her more than being courted by a weak King with an even weaker personality).
But that’s too deep.
Instead of taking it there, I’m simply going to mention two significant moments in the movie that correlated with actual adversities in the community.
Killmonger, the distant 1st cousin abandoned as a child, grew up fatherless and plagued by father-filled memories of Wakanda.
Killmonger lived in poverty while his father’s side of his family lived in prosperity; having done so exposed Killmonger to parts of Black-life that T’Challa was sheltered from and disconnected. The fight between Killmonger and T’Challa represented the clash between the angry-alpha Black man who struggled with the reality of their hardships (“street dudes”) and the clean cut, rule-following man who came from a two-parent household with a planned future (“the good guy”). When Killmonger won the throne, he immediately wanted to assist black people around the world in taking over. But when T’Challa got the throne back, instead of assisting other black people directly, he opened a center and announced involvement at a U.N meeting. (You know, how a rich person who has never experienced hardships create a charity and then holds an event to announce their involvement in that charity. Like that).
The women of Wakanda, made up of mostly soldiers, were strong, unified and overly protective of their weak king. (Black single mothers in the community and their subpar sons who can do no wrong despite the fuckery). They watched T’Challa lose to Killmonger (this man was thrown off of a cliff and only lived because he was saved by another tribe leader), yet they still fought for him against their own men to protect his leadership position.
And so on.
Ultimately, I’m glad that Black Panther ignited a sense of pride in Black people. For a few moments, it was nice for all of us to have Black pride without it being based on anything but being happy to be Black.
That was nice.
Even still with Black Panther 2 being confirmed to be in the making, I’ll definitely be waiting to see it on Netflix.
Well, I ‘aint sayin’ he’s a gold digger….
By now, you’ve heard about the mini speech Kanye West gave at the White House and if not, you can see the entire thing here:
In a nutshell, Kanye dropped some buzzwords about the universe, dimensions, racism and Adidas, all while simultaneously setting the black community and allies ablaze.
Now, you probably won’t enjoy my next few sentences but even still, we should take a moment to look at the bigger picture and appreciate the tenacity of the businessman that is Mr. Kanye west.
Do you remember when Kanye said that he would run for president? If so, you should also remember that this was around the time he was appearing “crazy” and Kardashian-ized. Do you honestly believe that he has changed his mind? When he said that shit, he meant that shit. I know for a fact that in order to be successful in politics you have to make your intentions clear and get as many people as you can to recognize your name, not like you but recognize your name.
By any means necessary.
Through switching his image from pro-black to the politically “awoken” black person who doesn’t see race, Kanye has positioned himself to slide into politics with the backing of the same people who supported Trump, by way of Trump’s approval. Because, let’s face it, unless black people start manically reproducing, we will remain the minority and you have to appeal to the majority in order to win at politics. Trump didn’t ask Kanye how it felt sitting in the oval office for no reason. Before Trump officially became president, he mentioned becoming it on the media decades in advance. All Kanye did was replicate a proven method.
Mr. West is not the same man he was years ago. Everything about him has significantly changed. His mother passed, he became more famous and now has a famous wife and children. Also, he doesn’t need the approval of the black community in exchange for monetary gain any longer. He smashed that. He doesn’t need to prove how fashionable he is anymore, his deal with Adidas confirmed that…but power….real power with the ability to garnish real change at that “next level”, he hasn’t achieved that and Trump is his ticket.
But that’s long-term. Short-term, we watched Kanye verbalize his resume for President Trump and any potential investors watching the media, in the hopes of doing business now. Kanye showed that he still has the ability to captivate the audience and lead our imagination through a well-crafted sales pitch. Mr. West kindly let it be known that people always make money with him (guaranteed positive investment return), laid out the stats from his business deal with Adidas, named dropped his brand and then single-handedly rebranded Trump’s slogan by removing “again”. He then detailed how they would market it via the heads of Colin Kaepernick and Trump himself.
WHAAAAT!!! *throws hands up and exits stage left*
What we watched was business. Pure, unadulterated, old school business and we all had front seats.
People have been getting upset that Kanye said the things that he said in front of Trump but the reality is, he was there. At the end of the day, this entertainer from Chicago was having lunch with the President of the United States. You try scheduling a lunch date just inside the oval office and see how that goes. This isn’t small.
Despite the play on words and statistics that Kanye used to decorate his talking points and pad his true intentions, Mr. West isn’t operating on behalf of black people. This isn’t about you. It is solely about Kanye and how he can advance himself and his legacy. Being mad at Kanye didn’t hurt the sales of his latest album or slow down his media coverage. He’s operating on a plane that surpasses attitudes, mean words and boycotts. Kanye is cushioned and doesn’t need the approval of the minority, he needs the majority and Trump can get that for him. Not you.
Kanye’s not stupid either, he made sure to mention that he was diagnosed with bi-polar disorder, just in case this doesn’t work out, he can use that as a justification to slide back into our hearts and begin selling new songs to us. Yay capitalism. But I honestly think he would win and most of the people who are upset now would change their tunes and be excited that another black man got into office.
Either way, I see you, Mr. West and all I can say is,
‘Go on boy, do ya thang.
In a preview from Roseanne Barr's upcoming appearance on The Dr. Oz Show, the embattled actress spoke extensively about her use of the drug Ambien, which she claimed she had taken before writing a racist tweet about Barack Obama adviser, Valerie Jarrett.
"It is a weird drug," she said in People's Magazine.
In a since-deleted post this May, Barr wrote of Jarrett, who is black, "Muslim brotherhood and planet of the apes had a baby = vj." She also retweeted a number of conspiracy theories.
After ABC dropped her revival of Roseanne, Bar chalked up her posts to Ambien. "Guys I did something unforgiveable so do not defend me," she said. "It was 2 in the morning and I was Ambien tweeting-it was memorial day too-I went 2 far and do not want it defended-it was egregious Indefensible. I made a mistake I wish I hadn't but...don't defend it please."
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First of all,
Secondly, assuming you’ve finished the 10-episode series, let’s converse about the revamp of Spike Lee’s ‘She’s Gotta Have it’, the infamous lead character, Nola Darling and why she is, in fact (as eloquently as Mrs. Overstreet could put it) a bum b*tch.
She’s a Horrible Friend
Despite the few smiles that forced themselves on our faces when seeing Nola and Mars together, let’s not overlook how they got together. Mars was seeing Clorinda first and even though the two had split, Nola’s blatant disregard of girl-code took her two notches down on the Queen meter. Not only did Nola parade Mars around but her commitment to play naïve about it was almost just as bad as her kicking Clorinda out of their once shared apartment to continue her penis parade. Nola always chose the D over her supposed home girl.
Then there was Shameeka, her flat-booty-turned-KimK-turned-Nicki-Minaj friend who was on the phone with Nola, expressing how hard of a time she was having making ends meet. (This conversation happened after Shameeka posed for Nola’s painting FOR FREE and Nola had just received ten grand).
So, what did Nola do? Nothing. She didn’t offer Shameeka a dime, not even for her time as a model. Instead, Nola gave some weak “brighter days are coming, sis” speech and the conversation was over. We would next see Shameeka face down and ass up in a motel getting Wish.com quality butt shots.
There was a third friend but after the first episode she pretty much Judy Winslow’d us. (For those of you born after 1998, see Judy Winslow for reference).
She wasn’t reliable
To anyone. At any time. It was always about Nola and her convenience. Have to teach grade school in the morning? No worries! Nola will get there when she gets there! Made a promise to the child of the woman she was trying to re-court? Don’t keep it! Show up when you can show up! Make therapy sessions, knowing you’re broke and then towards the end of the session, offer art work instead of paying! Buy that $500 dress you know that you can’t afford to make a “statement” to everyone and no one at the same damn time! BE FREE!
She often bites the hand that feeds her
Anyone who has helped Nola out in any fashion always received a snarl after the smile. From her father who gave her money after her mother rejected her plea.
(Nola lashed out at him for calling her “babygirl” and while I understand her stance against misogyny etc., this nickname was coming from the man who helped create her and just gave her money. You know, how a father provides for his baby girl.) Nola was out of line and he should have snatched the cash back.
She also received delivery assistance from Mars but didn’t invite him to her show.
That whole fiasco with Jaime and the ten grand.
The family-friend landlord who was charging her “less rent than she could charge them white folk” and yet Nola still wouldn’t pay on time.
The list goes on and on.
She used lesbianism as a crutch
The millisecond that Nola decided that she was done with men, she ran back into the arms of a (rather hot) lesbian whom she had previous relations. The two shared a heartwarming situationship for all of one episode before Nola sabotaged the encounter with her irresponsibility. Opal summed up the entire issue with their tryst in one sentence when she explained to Nola that she doesn’t get to choose to be a lesbian and engage in emotionally motivated switch-hitter behavior.
She’s a full blown narcissist!
Anyone who can paint an entire self-portrait and display it at an art show while standing next to it is a narcissist. I don’t care. Fight me.
Nola was a coward. She talked a good game about being free from men but needed more than one to sustain her life and when she felt like her control tactics were not working she switched to women. Sis broke bank to purchase a dress just to agitate her men. She defaced property to exercise her freedom of speech but then got upset when it was done back to her. And even in that event, she didn’t actively look for the guy who wrote on her work, she got one of her men to do it.
Or should I call them her herrum? *Thinking emoji*.
She relied on men so much that even the homeless guy, Mayor walked her to places. Yet she was “free”. It isn’t until she is placed in scenes with solid women (the therapist, Opal, Raqueletta Moss) that her immaturity, sporadic behavior and ditsy nature fully presents itself. A nature that she strategically hides behind the guise of art.
Nola represents a scared girl trapped in the body of a woman desperately searching for some form of freedom through sex while aiming to gain control. And when the world doesn’t offer her the control she seeks, she gains it through the loins of her lovers…in her loving bed. If that doesn’t scream narc, I don’t know what does.
Overall it was worth the watch. Hot mess lead character and all.