I laugh at people that claim that black women aren’t funny. Seriously it makes me fucking lol. In my mind someone that says some lol-centric garbage like that should not be taken seriously. Ever. Things like that- “Women aren’t funny.” “Black women aren’t funny.” Etc. Garbage. Etc. Reeks of laziness and ignorance and of the 1950’s. I am not here for them. I am too grown for that. Comedy is so incredibly subjective it seems so stupid to argue about it.
That being said the recent conversations regarding black women in comedy have been a hot topic for the last 3 months. The statement of one person has sparked a “conversation” or a need to “prove” that “black women are funny” to idiots that don’t need our worth proven to them in the first place.
Now there are so many blog posts and news reports and articles on the internet discussing and analyzing black female comediennes. There are articles along the lines of “Black Female Comediennes That You Just Need to Get Behind!!!!” or “Women of Color That, Because of their Skin Deserves To Be Known!!!!!” And while I am sure many people mean well, a large part of this conversation seems forced and insincere. That’s kind of the side effect of the media getting a hold of something. Keep in mind that a part of me is grateful to be a female POC that is sometimes considered “funny”. PLEASE understand that. But do you see how this conversation can also be seen as negative? Putting us in a separate category because of the color of our skin? The underlying tone of these articles trying to “prove” that black women are funny? The suddenness of this “conversation” yells “See! Here’s a black girl! Here’s one! See?! See?!” I’m just- I am so tired of it.
And I know that I am black and a woman and a comedienne but often times I just want to be known as a human doing stuff. I am so many things. I want to be known as like, a person. Not as a “trendy” topic of conversation. Put me out there with everyone else. Like- with all of the other humans. Do you get what I am saying?
Shouting at the Screen had been on hiatus but like a Thriller zombie, it’s been resurrected for Halloween (and beyond) at a new location and with the help of the good folks at Okayplayer.com
Okayplayer Presents: Shouting at the Screen Thursday, October 31st (returning 11/07/13 and every 1st Thursday) Indie Screen, 289 Kent Avenue, Brooklyn, NY, 11211 Doors: 8:00 PM Halloween After Party with DJ Tara, $5 entry or free with screening ticket Tickets: $10/$5 entry at the door after 10:30pm https://twitter.com/screenshouting
We’re back. Come laugh and then dance, in that order.
My buddies work at Kimmel so I went over there yesterday because Michael B. Jordan was on. (duh.) And although I didn’t speak to him because I was too nervous I DID make it on his walk-on promo. I am over his left shoulder. Lololol God is good.
Last night it was so surreal and exciting to see J.O. host the show last night. Apparently a temporary host used to happen a lot more in the good ole’ days but I’ve never seen it- I was probably off farting somewhere in my parents’ house while listening to “The Writings on the Wall”.
Anyway, the air last night at work was excited and nervous, but also like excited and nervous, but still excited and stuff. I mean, I knew Oliver could do it, but I didn’t know exactly what to expect. And he ended up being awesome and charming and sarcastic and silly and very very British. And watching someone who I REALLY look up to step up and fill in for another guy who left a VERY big role to fill was fucking inspiring. Like, on some Oprah-vision board shit.
And I hate to sound cheesy but whatever I’m 23 and I have a severe vitamin D deficiency so I get emotional easily but doing that second act where we all razzed the shit out of J.O. felt right and was very very fun. It felt a lot like all of us were pulling together. And I don’t live by my family anymore so yesterday I got a pretty wicked case of the “feelies”.
Also lol had a 5 minute personal debate over the ethics of reblogging a gif of myself. But it's very rare for me to pop up in my own dash & it's a solid pretty solid dookie run so thanks to all who made this possible. Lololol
I’ve noticed that while I’m drifting off to sleep, I’ll think a normal thought and then I’ll drift into another thought that doesn’t make sense. Like, last night I had the thought, “I should try and water the plants with soda because they’ll like it more.” After I thought that, my brain went, “Wait- what the fuck kind of thought was that?” Then I stayed awake a little longer trying to remember how I got to that thought. And again, while falling asleep, I drifted into another weird thought. The cycle repeats itself over and over again. This happens to me all the time BUT WHAT IS IT AM I CRAZY AM I BEING HAUNTED?
Hypnagogic hallucinations are often auditory or have an auditory component. Like the visuals, hypnagogic sounds vary in intensity from faint impressions to loud noises, such as crashes and bangs (exploding head syndrome). People may imagine their own name called or a doorbell ringing. Snatches of imagined speech are common. While typically nonsensical and fragmented, these speech events can occasionally strike the individual as apt comments on—or summations of—their thoughts at the time. They often contain word play, neologisms and made-up names. Hypnagogic speech may manifest as the subject’s own “inner voice”, or as the voices of others: familiar people or strangers.
Thought processes on the edge of sleep tend to differ radically from those of ordinary wakefulness. Hypnagogia may involve a “loosening of ego boundaries … openness, sensitivity, internalization-subjectification of the physical and mental environment (empathy) and diffuse-absorbed attention.” Hypnagogic cognition, in comparison with that of normal, alert wakefulness, is characterized by heightened suggestibility, illogic and a fluid association of ideas. Subjects are more receptive in the hypnagogic state to suggestion from an experimenter than at other times, and readily incorporate external stimuli into hypnagogic trains of thought and subsequent dreams. This receptivity has a physiological parallel; EEG readings show elevated responsiveness to sound around the onset of sleep.
"A Summer of Passion for Fashion Every Saturday from July 7 to August 4 (2001) in five malls across the country, Limited Too will unveil a Fall fashion show co-hosted by the reigning Olympic gold medallist Tara Lipinski and celebrity stylist Stephanie Wolf, and invite a select group of girls to compete in a variety of games for a chance to be a "Passion for Fashion" finalist. Five regional finalists, as well as a winner selected from the company’s Web site ( www.limitedtoo.com ), will travel to New York City for a fashion show, a free concert by O-Town, stars of the popular ABC television show Making the Band, as well as up-and-coming singing sensation Myra, on Saturday, August 11. Finalists will also get to meet the musicians backstage. In addition, a New York area participant will be chosen from the crowd on the day of the event. The girls will compete for a chance to win the Grand Prize — a $5,000 scholarship, TOO-thousand dollar ($2,000) Limited Too wardrobe, and a modeling opportunity in the company’s Catazine (direct mail catalog). Tweens Invited to Dress Like Favorite Stars Girls are invited to come to the malls dressed as their favorite female pop star - whether it’s Brandy, Beyonce, Pink or any favorite star - and stylist Stephanie Wolf will advise them on the hottest styles for the Fall season.”
I WENT TO THIS BULLSHIT WHEN I WAS 12 YEARS OLD IN 2001. I DRESSED UP LIKE BEYONCE FROM THE DESTINY’S CHILD SURVIVOR VIDEO. I HAD ON CAMOFLAUGE AND EVERYTHING. THERE WERE SO MANY GIRLS THAT THEY DIDNT EVEN CALL ME TO GET UP ON STAGE.
I DIDNT CARE ABOUT THE $5000 SCHOLARSHIP. LORD KNOWS I DIDNT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT O-TOWN. ALL I WANTED WAS TO GET THAT FUCKING MODELING OPPORTUNITY IN LIMITED TOO’S CATAZINE.
I HAVE VIVID MEMORIES OF GOING TO THAT CONTEST, WATCHING A BUNCH OF PRINCESS DIARY PROMOS AND WATCHING A BUNCH OF WHACK WANNABEES GET ON STAGE AT BOTCH PINK SONGS. THEY DID NOT ANTICIPATE THE HUGE TURNOUT THEY GOT, AND THEY WERE ILL EQUIPPED TO SPOT TALENT IN THE CROWD AND CHOOSE THE RIGHT GIRLS FOR THE JOB.
I GOOGLED IT JUST NOW TO CONFIRM THAT THIS LIMITED TOO MEMORY WAS REAL AND NOT SOMETHING THAT I MADE UP IN MY BRAIN.
NOPE. IT WAS REAL. THEY WASTED MY TIME AND DISRESPECTED ME. I WAS UPSET, HURT, AND SHOCKED. I SAW MY DREAM OF BEING A LIMITED TOO MODEL SLIP THROUGH MY FINGERS.
AND I DIDNT FUCKING GET MY SHOT TO MODEL FOR LIMITED TOO. NOW THAT SHIT IS CALLED JUSTICE. SO AT LEAST I KNOW MY LTD2 DREAM WILL NEVER HAPPEN.
"More than a movie star, Katharine Hepburn was the patron saint of the independent American female. Spirited, direct, in charge of her own fate, but not above falling head over heels in love, often scandalously. She was well-spoken, well-educated and very disciplined. She played tennis, ran before it was fashionable; for decades, she famously swam every day, often in the frigid ocean, and it showed."
Just like a chicken, your life started off with an egg. Not a chunky thing in a shell, but an egg nonetheless. However, there is a significant difference between a human egg and a chicken egg that has a surprising effect on your age. Human eggs are tiny. They are, after all, just a single cell and are typically around 0.2mm across – about the size of a printed full stop. Your egg was formed in your mother – but the surprising thing is that it was formed when she was an embryo. The formation of your egg, and the half of your DNA that came from your mother, could be considered as the very first moment of your existence. And it happened before your mother was born. Say your mother was 30 when she had you, then on your 18th birthday you were arguably over 48 years old.