Usher is officially done. Seriously. After his last disastrous release. Raymond v. Raymond needed to be a groundbreaking piece of R&B-tinged pop perfection. Instead he delivered a tepid collection of semi-catchy but generally soulless songs.
There are, of course, a few bright spots on the album. But there's a problem when all of the standouts are "guilty pleasures." Little Freak is one of the albums most alluring cuts. Polow Da Don and Esther Dean's production and songwriting respectively, combined with one of the most unlikely Stevie Wonder samples you could ever imagine make an all-around great track.
But from the first listen, something about the song struck me as disconcerting.
There's the chorus.
There are, of course, a few bright spots on the album. But there's a problem when all of the standouts are "guilty pleasures." Little Freak is one of the albums most alluring cuts. Polow Da Don and Esther Dean's production and songwriting respectively, combined with one of the most unlikely Stevie Wonder samples you could ever imagine make an all-around great track.
But from the first listen, something about the song struck me as disconcerting.
There's the chorus.
Black women do not save. That is, of course, unsurprising considering the American culture of consumption has transformed into a culture of debt [1]. But it just so happens that structural racism has made partaking in this culture all the more costly for Black communities.
A few weeks ago, the Post Gazette featured a study that explored into the racial wealth gap in the United States. This time, researchers analyzed the fiscal divisions through a gendered lens. The findings told what we already knew: Whites (this time women) control the overwhelming majority of wealth in the United States.
The writeup, titled “Study Finds Median Wealth for Single Black Women at $5” (an obvious attempt to capitalize off of the mainstream media's obsession with the pathology of Black women.), wasn't perfect [2]. But the fact remains: the economic structure of this country combined with the financial illiteracy of Black women promise us certain financial doom.
A few weeks ago, the Post Gazette featured a study that explored into the racial wealth gap in the United States. This time, researchers analyzed the fiscal divisions through a gendered lens. The findings told what we already knew: Whites (this time women) control the overwhelming majority of wealth in the United States.
The writeup, titled “Study Finds Median Wealth for Single Black Women at $5” (an obvious attempt to capitalize off of the mainstream media's obsession with the pathology of Black women.), wasn't perfect [2]. But the fact remains: the economic structure of this country combined with the financial illiteracy of Black women promise us certain financial doom.
Yes. Yes. I know. Obama "can't be the president of black America; he is the president of all Americans." But America should be ashamed of its acceptance of the ongoing economic exclusion of Black Americans. Barack Obama should be chastised for his blatant neglect of the issue.
I'm sick and tired of seeing statistics like these:
Unsurprisingly, Blacks are not only unemployed at higher rates, but they are jobless for longer periods.
I'm sick and tired of seeing statistics like these:
While overall employment in March stood at 9.7 percent, some 16.5 percent of African-Americans were unemployed. A staggering 41.1 percent of African-Americans between 16 and 19 years of age are unemployed, based on the March numbers, while 19 percent of adult African-American men and 12.4 percent of adult African-American women are facing unemployment. With the exception of the unemployment rate for teenagers, those seasonally adjusted numbers were up over February statistics, even as white unemployment stayed the same. (Source)
Unsurprisingly, Blacks are not only unemployed at higher rates, but they are jobless for longer periods.
The typical period of unemployment, while always higher for African-Americans, is now at nearly 24 weeks, compared to just 18.4 weeks for white workers. And the report found that nearly 45 percent of unemployed African-Americans have been so for more than 27 weeks.
I chose Harvard because I love to intellectualize, and I love being around people who love intellectualize. Pointless conversations don't exist. I take something away from every interaction I engage in.
Growing up around the compassionate conservatives of suburban Texas/Oklahoma has taught me the value of alternative viewpoints. I never discount someone's intelligence or motives simply because they don't agree with me. I reserve my venom for the unabashedly xenophobic and the willfully ignorant.
There was a recent exchange on an email list I'm on about Jill Scott's column for Essence on interracial dating. I expected tempers to flare because lets face it: Ivy League Male is to White Girls as Tyler Perry is to Big Black Peen, but I wasn't expecting this.
A Harvard Business School graduate came up with these gems.
A complete lack of political fortitude.
Say what you will about Dubya, but if he believed in something, he made it happen. He steamrolled his way to victory with far less decisive margins (GOP to Dem), and he did it with far less political capital than Barack Obama.
What we have witnessed in the past 2 or so months is a complete political collapse of the Obama administration regarding healtchare. Initially, they failed to take control of the message, and now they've failed to correct those mistakes in their rebuttals. We're left with a crippled strategy run by those willing to compromise anything necessary to get this one in the "win" column.
You want to talk about alienating the base? Well consider me alienated. What is reform without a public option perfectly.
My television shero, and possibly the smartest woman on tv, Rachel Maddow sums it up.
In the past month and a half, I have developed an unhealthy attachment to Michael Jackson. An attachment that was utterly nonexistent prior to 6.25.09. I'm sure my bandwagon mourning is not unusual, but I'm an extremist and every sense. So any sort of obsession, especially those that are socially acceptable, is a slippery slop. There are, no doubt, other reasons why the loss of The King of Pop so hard (the most obvious being the recent death of my father at 50), but maybe I'll save that for a later post (subscribe please!).
I really don't know where I am in the stages of grief, but If I had to guess, I'd say I'm somewhere in between complete obsession and self-loathing. Damnit, Michael. I wish I knew how to quit you. I tried to ween myself, but the fount of Michael Jackson mania is everflowing. Withdrawal at this point would be unbearable. Plus I just ordered Jackson Family Values on Amazon, and I know that's just going to lead me further down into my black hole of fanaticism. Anyways, my constant trolling for any and every MJ tribute and video on the internet brought me to my newest friend in my head. Meet Sy Smith.
Soul songstress Sy gets the honor (wait that was too obnoxious. Distinction, maybe?). I admit that sometimes I am a bit embarrassed by my rather transparent musical tastes. Though they are vast and varied, they usually have one thing in common: undeniable mainstream appeal. I, of course, don't like everything on the radio, but the majority of my favorites have at one point have enjoyed some airplay. no music snobbery here. Much like your friendly, neighborhood crackhead, I'm just looking for a hit. That's all I ask.
I digress for the 50/11th time. My neverending search for my new favorite forgotten hit means I often overlook a ton of incredible underground artists like Sy. I came across this video, and I knew Sy and I were meant to be bff. Yeah it's creepy, but I don't care. Watch the video, and you'll understand why we're destined to become friends.
FYI "Show You The Way To Go" is one of my favorite aural discoveries since Michael's death. It even made it onto my imeem Old School Jams Playlist.
Who She Is...
- Name: Sy Smith
- Birthday:October 7, 1978
- Hometown: New York, NY
Why We're Friends...
- She wears black pleather leggings even though she's not stick thin. Betch is fearless. Check the afro, honey.
- She's a drama queen. In my world, that's not a pejorative. Leave the Xanax at home if you want to role with me.
- She's insanely talented. I believe that If you want to be great, you've got to surround yourself with with greatness.