Ain’t I A Woman? Badu, Serena & Hair Touching
Saturday before last, I crossed the Brooklyn Bridge anticipating what I’d hoped would be an interstellar crossing into the future of ancient Black galaxies on the wings of Ms. Erykah Badu. What I love about Erykah is that I never know where or how far homegrrrl is going to transport me, but I know that she gets off beaming her peoples up.
After a rollercoaster ride of a morning and afternoon where a Black girl Read more...
High Fashion or Low Class?
For some reason Venus’s provocative tennis outfit at the French Open got me thinking about Sofia Maldonado’s mural on 42nd Street and the uproar it created over whether it was a bold expression of art and culture or a simple promotion of stereotypical images of Black and Latina women. Why and when does art’s imitation of life become so problematic? High art or a low down dirty shame? Clearly it’s not just girls in the Read more...