Archive for May, 2010

Janelle Monae wears a tuxedo better than Bond and brings a funk and soul to her music and videos that hasn’t been seen since James Brown. I dare you to watch this video (Janelle Monae – Tightrope ft. Big Boi) without smiling and dancing, triple dog dare you.
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In Harry Brown, Michael Caine goes all “ex-Royal Marine” on some raping, murdering, drug-addled teens who are apparently responsible for 90% of all the drug-related deaths, sexual assaults, and teen pregnancies in South London, as well as, you guessed it, the death of his best friend.  Caine is the movie’s crutch, and it leans–heavily–on...
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The mix that lies before you is the work of a colorful team, clashing over the necessity of amputated body parts in The Wolfman and gauging the “wonky”-ness of the last episode of “The Office.”
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In its breakout season, this legal/family drama, starring many familiar faces (see Julianna Marguelies , Chris Noth , Matt Czuchry , Archie Panjabi , and Christine Baranski ) is...
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Colson Whitehead’s coming of age novel, Sag Harbor, is centered in an upper middle class black summer resort community on Long Island. Because it is probably more fact than fiction, it gives white readers a different perspective on black culture and life than we get from the more popular hood books and movies.
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A few years later and I’m back. Back inside this shit-hole; my modern day Auschwitz. I have a two month old baby whom I would rather be looking after, but my husband has tyrannized me again. His mother (who has materialised from a distant country) and my psychiatrist are in on it too. They...
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Skip Bayless is best likened to a Teddy Ruckspin malfunctioning because somebody put a tape in the back that says “nonstop bullshit.”  You are bad at your job, Skip; you are clueless about sports, don’t deserve your exposure, look like a horse, have zero professionalism, and in general, were the most irritating ESPN personality...
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If you’ve ever waded into an open pasture, you’re sure to notice that bullshit smells. Its pungent, and its everywhere. For those of you who never spent time jumping meadow muffins like this lil’ American Indian girl, fear not. You won’t be left out. Chances are, you’ve experienced it enough already. How? By reading...
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South of Broad offers the usual larger than life situations and characters we have come to expect from Pat Conroy juxtaposed against compelling narrative and beautiful poetic descriptions. If you have the time and want to be transfixed to the world fiction is supposed to send us to, read this, “Beach Music” and “The...
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I think I was born bipolar. The depression of duality. My mother said that I gave two short cries at birth (one for each personality, as she terms it) and then fell silent. My zodiac sign too, Gemini, is the sign of duality: The Twins My mum took unbridled pleasure in reminding me throughout...
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