Ether. Lord have mercy! I absolutely think that some folks are being too hard and unfairly critical of Sarah Palin. Palin’s abrupt rise and fall has as much to do with our irrational love and ferocious hate of supposedly attractive white women as it does with her feeble ability to synthesize and effectively communicate, but [...]
Ether. I remember the first time my Mama told me that the back of my neck was blacker than ace of spades. She had nothing against black necks, but she thought the contrast from reddish deep brown of my head and back to the blue black neck area was a symptom of a Nigga not [...]
Ether. I don’t usually post other people’s stuff in these daily ethers, but one of my Superfriends forwarded me the Tim Wise’s piece on white privilege and the election. The piece is crazy! It’s been circulated a bit so I’m sure you’ve already read it. I’ve gotten the piece from a number of people but [...]
Ether. In the past year, Bernie Mac, Ellen Dunbar, Mr. Melton, Mike Bird, Professor Saaka, Catherine Coleman, Leroy and my Uncle, Jimmy Alexander worked hard as hell to fight off death. Some of these folks failed and some succeeded. They all understood though, with little to no provocation, that ain’t nothing cool or loving or [...]
Ether.5 Black folks, no matter how sad you are this Friday night … No matter how lonely you are … No matter how dismal your bank account might be … No matter how afraid you might be of what this election holds … No matter how unsexy, uncool, unhealthy, or unloved you might feel … [...]
Ether.5 Don’t you hate I-Told-You-So-Niggas? I do, but didn’t I tell you that our boy should’ve gone with some of that Clinton evil for VP? I don’t believe that Ms. Clinton could’ve made this Palin-proof, but I do think that there were two potential Vice Presidential candidates that mattered at all. One was Hillary Clinton [...]
Ether. … hoping my true motherfuckers know, this is the realest shit I ever wrooote … in the last 3 days. The problem arises when the realest shit you ever wrooote isn’t the best shit you’ve ever written, isn’t quite realist and often isn’t good writing at all. Below you’ll find loud, annoying ideas or [...]
Ether. 1. Thrice upon a time, in Allentown, PA, I flew paper planes and lived below a thirty-two- year-old white boy named Kurt. Kurt said “you’s” a lot and sported a white boy shag. I learned later from Kurt that the correct term for a white boy shag was a mullet and that “you’s” was [...]