It’s amazing to think that there was a time, not so long ago, that we exclusively relied on our words and facial expressions to convey how we were feeling. But thanks to the creation of the emoji, we can now smirk, vomit and give praise hands at will, with just the tap of a finger.
I don’t know about you, but I’m dragging a bit this morning. Since we’re a day late for #MondayMotivation, how about a little #TuesdayTurnUp?
My mother and I recently decided to do DNA kits together in honor of Mother’s Day. (Please don’t @ me with warnings about how our information will be used; we’re grown, neither of us is a serial killer, and genealogy searches have taken us only so far.) Since we’re decidedly African American and slavery was not a…
Members of the African Diaspora converged into downtown Miami on April 13 and 14 to celebrate Afro-Latino excellence. The first annual Afro-Latino Heritage Excellence Summit highlighted the accomplishments of black Latinos in media, activism, education and the arts.
On Sunday night, I sat in a crowded room in Canal Olympia Téranga, the only movie theater in Dakar, Senegal, that was showing Black Panther.
Last year I went on a tour of Western Europe in search of a city that I could potentially call home. I went to London, Amsterdam ... and I would have kept going, through the overpriced splendor of Scandinavia, or the lush, economically disenfranchised ruins of Athens, but Berlin stopped me in my tracks.
It’s been nearly a year since Ulysses Burley III first coined the term “Blaxit,” a tongue-in-cheek hypothetical response to the hypothetical question: What if black people decided to blaxodus their black asses elsewhere?
Daniel Kaluuya has a few words for Samuel L. Jackson about being black. Last week Jackson questioned why Kaluuya, a British actor, was cast in Get Out, a movie that tackles race in the U.S., instead of an African-American actor, and said the role would have resonated more with an African-American actor.
How was your first helping of the holiday meals? Did you go in on all of your favorites when you went home for the holidays, as if mini marshmallows only exist within a 1-mile radius of your parents’ home … for three days of the year?
I’m black and have always identified as such, and until recently, I never questioned exactly what that meant. Having grown up on the outskirts of Washington, D.C., formerly known as Chocolate City, attended an HBCU and worked at two black companies in the past, I’ve been happily surrounded by myriad black people.