Actually it’s a lot more than Disney that bears the blame for women’s extraordinary expectations of love; however, it’s a brand that encompasses the fairytale notions of how love should be. Childhood favorites like Cinderella, Snow White and Sleeping Beauty all show women who did nothing to earn the affection of their men yet were swept off their feet.
Read moreI am generally a sucker for romantic comedies regardless of their expected story lines and inexcusable cheesiness. True to form, Just Wright fit the mold of said genre but also had an underlying Cinderella vibe. I was about two years late with watching the movie, but thanks to HBO I’m brought up to speed. The movie starred my favorites Common, Queen Latifah and Paula Patton, which was my greatest reason for watching. Upon finishing, however, I felt as though the writer and director were selling a false dream to women that they could jump from “friend zone” to being craved by a man.
Read moreAfter reading Edith Wharton’s The Age of Innocence, I immediately thought of a tweet I favorited some time ago by @Tyga_YMCMB: “I like you. You like me. Stop worrying about them. Worry about us”. This would be excellent advice for the story’s protagonist Newland Archer to take.
If there were one thing I’d do differently in undergrad (aside from being more studious), it would be to switch my major and minor to English and Theatre respectively. I suppose I got a good enough liberal arts immersion by minoring in English and African & African American Studies. But looking back, the amount of time I spent going to the pay-what-you-can opening nights at Swine Palace could have been cultivated to more than just a strong interest.
This interest is explored still today by my many ventures to arts gatherings with my select friends who I dubbed the ‘Cultured Coterie’ (CC). One CC friend, Janet, and I flipped our would-be lazy Sunday afternoon into a cultural outing by participating in the NOLA Southern Rep viewing of Tennessee Williams’ A Streetcar Named Desire yesterday. The production was held at the tail end of the annual Tennessee Williams Festival in town, of which I had never participated until then. Williams is one of my favorite playwrights, tied only with Lorraine Hansberry. My favorite play of his is Our Town. My love for that play gave me mixed feelings of excitement and fear of letdown in the event Desire Street didn’t stand up to the previously set standards.
It’s not usual that a live performance would make me less of a fan of one of my preferred artists, but sadly the unthinkable has happened. Perhaps my disappointment can be attributed to the weeks of excitement that built up for me to see Terius Nash (“The-Dream”) whereby he couldn’t compete with what I thought he would be as a live performer. Other factors that contributed to the lackluster feel of the night, arguably out of The-Dream’s control, were the delayed performance time and the low-key DJ set prior to the performance. I figured that he wouldn’t come on stage until around 9pm, but that actually turned out to be 10pm, so why on earth was 8 o’clock printed on the tickets and advertised as such??? C’mon Ticketmaster…
President Obama’s “African Americans for Obama”. Love this promo video! I love the targeted campaign. I’m in. Are you? Looking forward to four more years of prosperity!
I usually don’t like Beyonce bounced out, but this is fun. #HappyMonday
Drake - Make Me Proud ft. Nicki Minaj.
Loving this.
Stunner.
Ooooh Weee. Michelle bought the shoulders out.
WALK, SHELLY!
(Source: thesmithian)
