Antisocial
Antisocial
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*Crying Emoji*
So this is hard! Even though I always knew this day would eventually come, I never really expected it to come! After all, being editor-in-chief of The Root was my dream job! To give Black writers and editors and videographers and hosts a platform was my dream job! To create meaningful stories, content, reported pieces…
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Where the Only Pain Is Champagne
I once threw a party for myself that lasted 10 years. I want to say it was a celebration, or at least thatās how it started out. I wanted to celebrate life after so many years of being held back and held down by my illness, so I started going out and drinking almost every…
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When Can I See You Again?
When I call my father on the weekends, we talk about a myriad of things. How the family is doing, politics, food, my mental health, andā¦of course, the halcyon past when his beloved, comical aunts were still cracking jokes, when his kind mother was still doling out hugs, when he and his brothers were young…
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Coronavirus Could Be an Introvertās Sweet Dream or an Agoraphobeās Beautiful Nightmare
I think weāre alone now. There doesnāt seem to be anyone around. Because weāre all isolated in our homes. An introvertās dream, and a recovering agoraphobeās nightmare, Iām very torn about social distancing by staying at home, as many have chosen to be in New York City. As we wait to see the ultimate outcome…
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Space Is the Place: Nona Hendryx Takes NYC Out of This World With the Disciples of Sun Ra
When I was a child watching reruns of Star Trek, one of the things I always wondered was ā¦ where did all the black people go? Sure, there was actress Nichelle Nicholsā Uhura and she was amazing. And later, on series like Star Trek: Next Generation there was Geordi La Forge and, even later, Benjamin…
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Christmas for One
Thereās a Christmas song by Jackson 5-era Michael Jackson that appears on the 1973 double albumāA Motown Christmasāthat has been beautifully destroying me since I was a child. Itās called āLittle Christmas Treeā and it is, by far, the most depressing holiday song in the Motown Christmas canon. The song tells the story of Christmas…
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Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child
Some of the hardest conversations my sister and I have are about our mom. Iām aware that my relationship with our mother was very different from hers, even though we grew up together in the same house with the same parents. Mine was of a parent who protected me, fought for me, cried over me,…
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Washington, D.C.ās National Portrait Gallery Has Moved Beyond āOld, Dead White Menā
Thereās something special about a portrait of Earth, Wind & Fire, the masterminds behind hits like āSeptemberā and āSing a Song,ā hanging in the same gallery that holds portraits of the Founding Fathers. Mostly that it seems unexpected even though their status as icons in the music industry is well-solidified. They deserve to grace these…
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Rev. Al Sharpton and I Are Both Libras and This Explains So Much
Libras are extra. A while back I wrote an entire column justifying my love of ānice shit.ā And that was such a Libra thing to do. Because while we are natural diplomats, crave balance and are creative types, we also love beauty and, most importantly, ourselves. (We definitely think we are quite beautiful. *stares in…
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The Perils of Being āOffice Oprahā
Once upon a time in a newsroom as white as the newly fallen snow, I stood out as the only black person thereāwoman or otherwise. I was it. It was me. Trying to rep for millions of black folks while my newsroomās black population was less than 1 percent. Back then, I was young. I…