tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72832314900779506132012-01-02T22:44:50.842-05:00My unsolicited musingsCurly Film Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07687930334634597565noreply@blogger.comBlogger2011100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7283231490077950613.post-62879643152230129692011-11-29T12:04:00.000-05:002011-11-29T12:04:44.058-05:00

If you've been reading my unsolicited thoughts for a minute, you know that I've been in a relationship with Mr. Smooth for quite a while. We started dating the summer I started college after knowing each other since the 6th grade (when I first moved to Harlem) and became really great friends by 8th grade. He admitted then that he had a crush on me and wrote a very "matter-of-fact" letter on

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So I came across this very interesting post over on CurlyNikki, Writing a Letter to Your Absent Father For the woman who wrote the article, not having a father brought on a lot of pain and contributed to how she viewed herself. .Even though my parents divorced when I was really young,  my father was very much present in my life until I reached mid-teen years. In fact as far as I was concerned, I

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Fall is my favorite season here in the Northeast for two reasons: the scenery and the shopping. I adore shopping for sweaters and footwear, just like I enjoy being outside in the parks or in the mountains Upstate or apple picking in New England. So yesterday Mr. Smooth and I decided it was time for some shoe shopping and checking out the newly renovated Rego Park Mall out here in Queens. It

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Lately I have been having dreams that are variations of incidents that have actually occurred. They are pretty much like what would've happened if I turned left at that corner instead of right, or if I bought the gray one instead of green--except the circumstances are more extreme. The dreams have involved people I know, notably family, which I saw this past weekend at a 90th birthday party for a

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Sup everyone! So I had a pretty decent weekend and I feel like sharing. On Friday night my father came over to hang out with Mr. Smooth and I and we ordered some Indian food for dinner. As usual, my father gave me a hard way to go because I don't really eat meat anymore and while he and the boyfriend devoured their lamb and rice, I had paneer; he kept insisting that a meal without meat isn't a

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A few weeks back, Beyonce revealed that she was pregnant. In an instant the topic of black women came right back up. Apparently we had a reason to celebrate because Beyonce had done it "the right way" since she's married and what not. This actually pissed me off a great deal the moment I read these articles because I viewed this as another attack on women of color, and we were the ones doing

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Well now it's been a while. I've been meaning to blog here because it keeps me sane but I've been lazy. Summer is pretty much over and I didn't go on vacation or do anything spectacular but there has been some small changes in my life. Before I say what those changes are, I want to admit that I really wish that someone would tell you what to expect once you are done with college. I feel like

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I don't know if I've ever posted about my love for coming of age stories (I'm too lazy to look through my archives *shrugs*) but just in case, it needs to be stated. They will always have a special place for me because I like reading or seeing some one's journey, which is probably why I used to devoured memoirs and autobiographies (not ones with "ghost writers" that seem to be around these days).

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When I was a teen, my Nana thought it would be a grand idea if my female cousins and I were to read He's Just Not That Into You. Yes, I am aware that it is a movie and I've avoided seeing it simply because of this connection with my grandmother. Nana concluded that since we were around the "dating" age and although she did not agree with dating (or sex before marriage) she was adamant about all

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A few weeks ago I saw Woody Allen's latest film, Midnight in Paris. I'm actually not really a fan of Woody Allen, but the story looked really interesting. Gil (Owen Wilson) is in Paris with his fiance Inez (Rachel McAdams) who are tagging along with Inez's parents on a business trip. Gil is a writer and convinced that he belongs in the Golden Era of Paris which happens to be the 1920s, a time

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A couple of weeks ago, I was on the search for Planet of the Apes, the one with Mark Wahlberg (which I couldn't find anywhere and ended up having to download it on Hulu) I saw a preview a while ago for Rise of the Apes, and while the monkeys are a bit freaky looking and it might be a shitty flick, I still want to see it. I can't help that I have a tender spot for sci-fi flicks. It's my

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Browsing through the inter-webs this morning led me to find this article "Five Romantic Movie Gestures That Are Actually Dick Moves" . The article covers 50 First Dates, A Knight's Tale, Never Been Kissed, The Notebook, and Beauty and the Beast. Even if you like these movies, it's a pretty hilarious take on the "romantic" aspects of it. I have a serious bone to pick with Beauty and the Beast. I

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"Why Did I Get Married 2" Why Did I watch this movie?? I had posed this question semi-jokingly on facebook about a week ago when I finally sat down to watch. I had heard it wasn't as decent as the first one, but I really try my hardest to give Tyler Perry a chance and this one was actually quite terrible to me. It was all over the place and too much going on and had a weird ending. I always have

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(Um, I suck at updating at the moment. But I'll do what I can for this "challenge" lol) There's a whole lot I feel strongly about but I'll stick to one topic, because once again this played out recently. So, I have a huge issue with racial/ethnic categories in American culture. They don't make sense to me and make me feel rather uncomfortable that I'm forced to call myself something that I am

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I actually got this from Tia of Her Best Hair and I think these post will be a lovely distraction of from what I'm currently dealing with, and will probably have to wrestle with the rest of the summer. *sigh* Anyway Day 1: Five Ways to Win Your Heart 1. Brave/Fearless: I'm a bit of a scaredy-cat, I get anxiety over a lot of little things. Although I manage for the most part to do them anyway,

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I probably enjoy "non-sensical" or "screwball" comedies because of my father, who was a big fan of Beavis and Butthead (and much to the horror of the mother, had Whole Sister and I watch Beavis and Butthead Do America as children) When I say non-sensical, I mean funny movies where shit can only happen in an alternate universe because it's too extreme. Those movies can be considered escapist to me

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When ever it was "hair braiding weekend"--which was when my mother would do hair for my younger cousins and sister in our Harlem apartment--a movie was always put on to keep the attention of the little ones. My mother had done this for me and Whole Sister when we were small but it was mostly sci-fi movies like Star Wars or Terminator and were played on VHS tapes. Of course my cousins came over

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We had just moved to Central Park West from the projects, a neighborhood in Manhattan that is considered good and we had "moved up." Grant it, it was a one bedroom for my mother, two sisters, a cousin and the occasional presence of my sister's father but we lived right across the street from the park with a beautiful view and we had a doorman! My mother tried to sell the idea of living there to

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In the past month or so, I've been making some significant changes to my life. I can't discuss everything, but for the most part they will (hopefully) be for the better. For one, I'm quitting my job with the kids and going into a completely different field that is said to be cut-throat and brutal (although something related to my undergrad major). I'm also prepping to shoot a short I wrote and

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This is something that has been mulling around my head since I actually saw the movie last summer. I actually was watching it with Mr. Smooth's mom and his adopted four year old sister who absolutely loves the movie. Musicals aren't really my thing (mostly because as a child I thought well now, how can everyone in the whole village know the same song #Disney) although I do count Singing in the

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I'm exhausted and irritable at the moment, but I've been thinking more about racial labels recently. I won't get into it entirely, but over the weekend I was in the District of Columbia (Washington DC) on a brief but much needed vacation. I visited the Museum of the American Indian and it depressed me. I'm not even sure why I went there. I guess I thought that it would be a good way for me to

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So I have friends. I also know loads of people. They are different religions, genders, orientations, ethnic backgrounds and nationalities. I'm sure many other people do too and I don't want a cookie. What I don't do is divide the folks I know in these type of categories. Sometimes I joke around with one of my friends and we joke about how many "black" friends we got and then we go on creating

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For what it's worth, this is a great pic lol So here's the deal: I've been musing about this for a long time, whether or not I should identify as one. I'm actually very passionate about women's issues and I read feminists blogs/sites. But I also read gay, queer, transgender, and colored folks blogs as well. In other words, I care for learning about marginalized people. If you want to learn

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I eat a lot. I used to be self-conscious at the fact that I "ate like a man" or that I used to eat really quickly. I grew up with a lot of cousins, and the rule was whomever finished their food last had to clean the dish and no one wanted to do that. (Also, you had to lick your bowl clean or you were leaving it for al-Jinn--which was the usual way to get a Muslim child to have good manners.) I

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Last day of March and the weather is still shitty and I'm hoping for Spring. Nonetheless, I had fun thinking/writing about what being a woman means to me. I've realized some interesting things and it has helped with my anxiety about certain things. Sure, I'm still angry but this has made me more proactive lately. I wrote a whole lot about myself and being more personal then usual. I've been more

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I'm obviously not one to answer this question, but I wonder because some parents consider having girls a death sentence. I hear some of my friends sigh in relief that they don't have girls because of all the things they would have to do to ensure that they don't "go crazy." It seems generally accepted that boys will be boys and girls have to be watched; that we love our sons and raise our

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Last week one of my co-workers from the school asked me where I was from--in terms of borough/neighborhood affiliation. I do have a borough-identity problem and since this co-worker and I are in somewhat cordial terms I gave him details, that I was raised in between East New York Brooklyn and the upper West Side of Manhattan but moved to Harlem when I was around thirteen and consider myself

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I learned at a very young age that being a girl meant you were not in the best position in the world, and being a woman of color made you "the lowest man on the totem pole" as my grandmother liked to say. It meant that you had to protect yourself at all times, that being taken advantage of or shit happening to you was a given simply because you had a vagina and you would be viewed a certain way

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The other night I was watching one of my favorite "semi-indie" movies What's Cooking (2000). I like plots with intersecting stories and subtle dialogue that tells you everything in a simple exchange. So I looked up who directed it and realized that it's a filmmaker who I'm familiar with, Gurinder Chadha a woman of color of South East Asian descent born in Kenya and raised in England. She also did

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Some time ago I came across this film Faat Kine (2001) by the late Senegalese filmmaker Ousmane Sembene, known as "The Father of African Cinema." I've seen other films by him (which I enjoyed on many levels, one made me tear up). If I'm not mistaken the film is in both French in Wuluf.  The synopsis: A forty-year-old woman refuses to give into the stigma of unwed motherhood and climbs the

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I'm more than annoyed that there was a vote to de-fund Planned Parenthood. I used that place all the time while in school because I had no insurance and their services were next to nothing or free. It was actually this clinic that informed me of the seriousness of a health issue I have and referred me to a specialist for almost no cost. Where would a girl like me be, to navigate women's health

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This is the only time I had today to acknowledge it! Want more information on it? check out the website here! There are plenty of resources there, hope everyone is well. I'm off!!

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Happy women's history month folks! I've decided that since I vehemetly can't (and refuse) to separate my identities as a woman of color, I can't in good conscious write stuff about black history and nothing about being a woman. I mean, I do write about what it means for me to be female but this month's posts will heavily allude to woman stuff. (For clarification, biologically I am a female but

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I didn't go to your average New York City public high school. It opened the very year I started freshman year with less than 100 students and made it's final home (after being housed in another school) in lower Manhattan. We had different standards, like anything below a 70% was a fail and you had to repeat a course (note: city-wide standards, 65% is failing). I've mentioned a few times that this

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I don't know if you've heard, but someone thought it was a good idea to put up a billboard in NYC with an adorable black child on it and words that said, The Most Dangerous Place for An African-American is in the Womb. Outside the issue of abortion, I have a HUGE issue with the fucking statement. I immediatly thought, how dare someone equate an unborn fetus to the life and experiences that

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I've recently found myself emerging out of solitude. Sometimes I get lost in my own thoughts and escape into my own little world where I'm feverishly writing and pretty much ignore everyone. I do basic tasks such as going to work, eating, cooking and occasional cleaning but whomever doesn't make contact with me, I don't make contact with them and it's not on purpose. Those who know me well know

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My opinion on them vary. I love when shows/cartoons/movies make spoofs of iconic happenings in pop culture. Take this clip from season 3 of the Boondocks. The first 3 minutes should look really familiar, assuming you've seen the movie with the original content... Yes, this was definitely mirroring the beginning of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Funny enough, I saw this episode first and

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At the after school program I work at, I'm viewed as a foreigner. Most of my co-workers refuse to accept that I'm a Black American (culturally and ethnically) or that I'm from Harlem. They'll talk about something and look at me to say you don't know nothing about that or somewhat tease me about my "Indian hair" and my looks. All of it irritates me because it reminds me of childhood where I was

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A while ago I was explaining to someone what I do for work (besides my after school gig). I told them bluntly that I look for full frontal nudity--among other possibly offensive stuff--in media content, specifically film. That's mainly what I do, plus some research assignments every so often. I love the reaction some people give me when they hold their mouth and say, so you spend all day

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No, I did not forget it was Black History Month, and yes I do think it is a celebration worth continuing. When you have people who would like to literally re-write history by calling the slave trade The Atlantic Triangular Trade  for student curricula, then there's still a need to acknowledge black history (obviously not only in the context of slavery, but that's not one of those things we

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So I just got the Stylish and Versatile Blog award from Tia of Her Best Hair. I gotta share 7 random things about myself: 1. I grew up dabbling in different languages. At home I knew/understood (broken speech and reading) Arabic, Spanish and Wuluf (which is an African language via stepdad and his family). Later I learned Latin, Japanese, French, and improved on my Spanish. Unfortunately my

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Today I was helping my "beloved" 4th graders during homework hour. One of the girls suddenly jumps up with a giggle to run to another table. Why you lying for? It ain't even like that! the other girls shouted at her. But girl "J" didn't respond she was smirking. Girls D and S told me to please do something about J spreading lies. What lies? I asked. I told her that me and S were girlfriends and

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It's been a while. I've been busy and my thoughts have been racing. I had an aha moment a couple of weeks ago (which came to a head last night) that while I'm in a good place there are still a lot of things I need to reconcile. Some are "bad" some "good" and some "gray" areas. Working in the after school and talking and observing kids and their behaviors and some of their interactions with

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Sometimes I forget that I have the job as an older sister. Even though I frequently chat with my "whole sister" about different matters for some reason I always thought of just talking to her and giving her advice as a sister/friend and not really an older, mature, (perhaps) wise woman showing her the ropes. I think because we are so close in age it's hard to really see it. On the other hand,

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A few nights ago I decided to watch the documentary Jesus Camp. I heard about it a while ago, and it was sitting on my instant queue on Netflix. This movie seriously blew my mind and not in a good way. The content was just really heavy even though it's merely about Evangelical Christian children in America attending a religious camp to learn about their religion. I have a somewhat admirable

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I realized a couple of days ago that I had not been keeping up with posting even though I've been bursting with things I wanted to share, unsolicited of course. But my mind and time have been all over the place and I flew back in from the northwest yesterday morning, got home and then got ready for work o__O I spent my New Years with my cousins out there, folks I grew up with and who I feel

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I visited my papa on Sunday in New Jersey once I realized that I had not seen him since I graduated college last May O__o I've spoken to him on the phone, but all plans to meet up had been been epic fails on both our parts. Anyway, my father was telling me about visiting an old friend of his in PA and how his friend's son (whom I had grown up with like a cousin) was now back in the states after

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It seems as though a lot of people have a serious issue when books are adapted to for the screen. I feel like everyone goes in there making a comparison and then come out saying things like the book was way better, or why didn't that happen in the movie like it did in the book? I don't think people understand that a book adapted to a movie is just that, an adaptation. And while yes, it would be

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I had an irritating day yesterday with the kiddies. They were off the hook and while this is really no surprise for my after school class, there was one kid who not only is constantly a problem but he threw beads and pencils at me! By the power of the whomever is up there watching me, I had to control my urge to knock him out. Not only because he pelted stuff at me but this particular kid always

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This weekend, I treked to Brooklyn to see some childhood folks (note: remind me to rant about the damn G train later). One of my friends just had an adorable baby girl, not one of those oh that's a cute blanket babies but genuinely adorable even with her attitude lol. Anyway, she told me how her fiance loved his daughter but wanted a son. I asked her why and she shrugged. I don't know, I guess so

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Here's a trailer for the movie From Prada to Nada. I saw the preview when seeing For Colored Girls (go figure) Besides the title being ridiculous, does this movie seem like it could potentially be offensive? Because it reads to me like Omg, I was once rich  but now I'm poor so I have no choice but to be Mexican! Let the hi-jinx ensue!! Which is pretty much how I imagined it was pitched to

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They say the first step in overcoming an addiction is by admitting it. So here goes: I watch trashy talk-shows and enjoy them. On my mornings off (like this one) the first thing I do is watch Maury with his crazy paternity tests and lie detector tests. I've even tuned into the train-wreck Steve Wilkos show. While at school I became intrigued by the Tyra Banks show. I don't know the appeal,

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I was minding my own business watching previews while waiting for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows to start, when all of a sudden I see a trailer with Harrison Ford in it. Oh cool, I'm thinking he looks like he's in the old west. Which could mean it's a western, which of course I'll be interested in because for some odd reason I'm a fan of the genre. But then suddenly there's a spaceship

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I was never one of those little girls who believed in wishing upon a star, or the tooth fairy. I never fully grasped the concepts of Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. I knew the stork did not bring my sister into the world. And I knew of course that Columbus was no one worth celebrating and that The pilgrims didn't land on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock landed on us! (Malcolm X). I know the reason I

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I've noticed a spike in viewership of this little space as well as a couple of new followers (ohairthur!). So I figured this post is long overdue. So I'm Curly Film Chick and I write about whatever is on my mind. I ramble a lot about my identity issues,  my so-called complex childhood, film stuff, fucked up media images, social issues, race/ethnicity. I love writing. I've been writing poems,

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What is meant to be will be? I really hope so...

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So I saw For Colored Girls on Saturday with a couple of friends and my 14 year old sister (who was aware of the original work because the older girls in her theater classes performed snippets.) I'm going to keep this review short because I don't feel like writing much about it. The film was decent. I went in hoping it was at least that and it was. I didn't feel like I had wasted my time or money

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I plan on seeing For Colored Girls tomorrow with a couple of my friends. I'm also taking my 14 year old sister with us because well--she asked to spend time with me this weekend and I already had this planned. Is the movie appropriate for her given it's content? I mean she is a freshman in high school... Anyway, I'll report back with my review. I heard from some it's shitty and others who

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The title of this post is meant to be ironic. Because I don't believe this concept exists. But I digress... Yesterday I met up with a friend of mine after work near 28th street and Lexington. We were making our way to 34th Street and 7th Ave to meet up with another friend of ours. We walked crosstown on 28th, where there are a lot of wholesale places and dare I say, questionable characters. As

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Did anyone catch wind of this story? A 23 year-old black male was dragged through SoHo by a cab that decided not to take him to Brooklyn but failed to allow the man to leave before his jacket got caught in the door. Deeply problematic; this incident indicates a number of fails on local and national levels. First off, I remember when yellow cabs did not go into Brooklyn. Visiting folks late was

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Lately I been listening to a lot R&B from the 90s and early 2000s. In the end, Aaliyah (RIP) is timeless...loved her videos... More Than a Woman... I remember loving this video so much.

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Last weekend I got into an interesting and somewhat annoying conversation with someone who decided that since I spoke to mutual folks around, he had a right to ask very personal questions about me. I entertained a few of them that I felt comfortable answering. So he got to asking me if I was single blaze blaze, and after someone else joked about how "red-skinned" I was, homeboy asks if my

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I've mentioned quite a few times about my soft spot for sci-fi flicks, no matter how much the film community may frown on it and how cheesy and unbelievable the story lines. Although I would argue that some of them are actually good, I suppose that's subjective.  Something about alternate realities grabs me and I'll give it a chance. I'm a giddy nerd when it comes to discussing Star Wars (that's

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Yesterday I was interviewed by one of my after school mentors in high school (and who is now a really good friend) for an essay she is working on for her alma mater's journal she writes for exploring if whether the issues that women faced a generation ago are still prevalent today, and if (we) more or less handle things the same way. I think that's the best way to explain it and I'm hoping that

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Politics give me a big headache although I do keep tabs on them. (I was slightly irritated that a certain politician spoke ay my college graduation...just didn't see the point.) My grandmother made me aware of politics from a very young age, debating about candidates and their issues and having me read newspaper articles to her. I am registered as a "democrat" only to vote in primaries, but I

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Yesterday's after school snack for the kiddies was pita bread and hummus. They have had this before, most of them like it, some of them still think it smells like tuna fish. Anyway one of the TA's scowls hard at the creamy stuff in the container. What's that? she asks Hummus, I tell her. She scrunches up her face. What? Hummus, my co-worker repeats. It's mashed up beans. Garbonzo beans, I added.

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So, why was this song in my head? Yesterday I woke up and felt like THE SHIT and today I'm feeling myself again. Seriously I felt like I could take on anything and do whatever I wanted...I felt-excuse the expression-gangsta. I had swagger. I smirked at strangers like I knew a secret about them. The kids didn't even bother me yesterday, I felt too cool even if I don't know any Justin Bieber songs.

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I read yet another article from Clutch that is making me consider a few things. "It's Just Indian In My Family" discusses how people brag about certain features they have and attribute it to being Native American or First Nations people without really considering whether it was true or not. I did hear that only 12% of American Blacks actually have indigenous blood and that its mostly an African/

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Man, working with these kids are really causing me to think and watch my step. I mean I have younger siblings but I don't live with them and don't see them much while I'm with these kids 6 days a week because there is also Saturday school. It really has brought back mixed feelings about growing up. The population I work with are considered "at risk" and even the area the very school is in sucks

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I don't think that in anyway I am a film snob. I am very aware of the art of film making but at the same time I am a consumer of this form of entertainment. Actually I'm probably a "bad" film person but I digress...So this film, The Social Network is now being harped as the best film of 2010. Maybe I'm just one of the few who have zero interest in watching this film (just like how I didn't care

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I just came across a great article from Clutch magazine called "I'm Not Strong, Just Human." It basically boils down to being agitated by the phrase "strong black woman." I rejoice in this sentiment for real. I was traumatized by something that happened when I was 16. I did not speak to anyone, go to class, and barely ate for two days.  On the first day, my grandmother lied next to me in my bed

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In light of debates about immigration, I think sometimes we forget that this so-called problem involve real people with feelings and struggles, and you know are humans. I wish people would stop with the name-calling. I really loved this movie. The marginalized single mother who comes to America with her kids to be with her husband only to be abandoned by him in New York City. This story is

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About three years ago I was going home late from campus. I'm on the train with this guy who I was not bothering to give my attention to. I was reading a book and my music up real loud because I wanted him to leave me alone but for whatever reason he would't quit it. Finally he got really angry and threw down whatever he was holding and sits real close next to me and starts spitting at my feet

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Last week when I spoke to my father (before the tornado) he mentioned to me that he's moving back to Connecticut. He is not having a good time in New Jersey like he thought and him and his wife have more friends in CT then in NJ. Plus, he mentioned. Your brother has his friends out there. I want to live in a place where the kids can just go outside ya knw?  For whatever reason I felt weird when

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This week has been utterly exhausting. I'm getting used to my new schedule working with the kiddies and then of course there was that random ass tornado (?) that hit NYC on Thursday. My beloved #7 train stopped working so I took a long ass bus ride into Queens with my terrible knee. Luckily a woman had sympathy for me practically buckling down while putting all my weight on Mr. Smooth and let me

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Short post, because I gotta run. But yeah I saw the trailer and I'm actually really interested in seeing it. I'm not really a fan of Tyler Perry but I don't have hate for him either. But given his treatment of women in his movies which I find somewhat problematic I was dismayed to hear he had taken up this project I read the play when I was a junior in high school taking a theater class at

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It was cloudy in Harlem, I remember that it had rained the day before and that's why I hadn't played basketball in the school yard with friends. Waiting for homebase to begin, I am back in the school yard in my plaid uniform skirt and knee highs and white shirt with the mandatory tie and head wrapped in a hijab. I wave to a few of my friends. Suddenly I hear a far away rumble that sounds like

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I know I reviewed this film some time back, but I figured the story of the film is appropriate considering the 9/11 anniversary is tomorrow. It's an interesting film, focusing on a mother and son from Palestine coming to America right before the climate of the country changed drastically. I think I teared up a little with how charming this film is. And if you don't tear up, well you can at least

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Lately, I been thinking more and more about my ethnic identity. It's probably a lot to do with being a little more in touch with family recently and unpacking my stuff to find pictures of me and my cousins when we were small. And then there was the news from my dad that he found out he had another older brother in North Carolina and that he was going to meet him. And the final thing was me

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Fellow Boondocks fans know that season 3 has ended and it's up in the air as to whether or not there will be a fourth season *crosses fingers, and awaits season 3 dvd* I noticed that this season Uncle Ruckus got a lot of screen time and between him recording a racist album and falling in love with a black woman, we also found out why he swears up and down that he was "re-vitaligo" I'm merely

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Okay, so I found some time to make a thoughtful post. I'm still adjusting to the fact that my career no longer consists of being a student, but rather an individual who can devote time to filling in that identity of no longer being a student =) So yeah, I recently moved into my new apartment in Queens. For the neighborhood and all this space I got my rent is pretty good. Although I winced when

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The other night A Time To Kill was on. Now I have never seen the movie in full (I've been told there's a rape scene in the beginning which is why I probably avoided it) but I vaguely remember scenes. I also remember it being talked about extensively when it first came out; my mother was reading the book and my grandmother was talking about how crazy the story was. So anyway, I'm watching it

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"...They trying to take all of your dreams/But you can't allow it/Cause baby whether you're high or low/Whether you're high or low/You gotta tip on the tightrope..." I've just come to the realization that summer is nearly over. I suppose they won't mean much to me after this because I'm a graduate and have no plans to get my masters right now, at least not for another 2 years. I'm not longer

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Last night I saw for the zenith time the rom-com Boomerang, starring Eddie Murphy, Halle Berry, Robin Givens, David Allen Grier and Martin Lawrence. I think this film is smart and funny, with the cheesy ending and all. I watch this movie every single time it's on and I'm pretty sure I have it on DVD =) There's a few movies I can watch over and over again, including My Big Fat Greek Wedding,

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For the life of me, I cannot understand why people are so upset that they have to be more "PC" now and days. Like, you can't say certain words because someone might take offense and you know, we want to be able to say what we want because of freedom of speech. I'm sorry, but I'm wondering if somehow omitting a couple of possibly offensive words might shrink  your vocabulary so drastically that

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My posts either hint and sometimes explicitly indicate how I always felt like an outsider looking in. And I realized as a teenager that a lot of it had to do with media (print, TV, movies) telling me how I should be. I was both excepting that I was not any of those things and was too lazy to follow certain trends. It contributed to my identity issues that I'm still sorting out. I'm going to

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Yeah, I'm pretty disappointed that it's rare I can go to the movies and enjoy a film just for kicks. I guess the economy is so bad indeed that studios are just remaking everything, and I mean everything (Spiderman reboot? really?!) and not taking too many chances. Not that I have issues with re-makes per se, it's just seems to be the only thing being offered at the moment...remakes and parts

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So yesterday I went to the movies to see Inception  and because it's opening weekend and it's gotten such great buzz the hidden theater at Battery Park City is crowded. Me and Mr. Smooth were waiting for the previews to begin. In front of us, there are two white women that we weren't even paying attention to. That is until, we saw a black couple walk up to them and ask if the two seats next to

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I get annoyed when anyone (particularly my family) tells me anything about loyalty and who and what I am supposed to be like. I did all that already and I was insanely unhappy and crazy. I played perfect- daughter-caretaker-older-sister-reliable-good-friend for a long time, until I realized that people took and gave me nothing. I felt empty and was treated like crap. I realized that whenever I

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I was talking to my beloved Nana yesterday about nothing in particular, just keeping tabs (she had left me a message insisting that she needs to speak to me at least twice a month, and although it's only the beginning of July she felt too many days had gone by, sorry g-ma). So anyway, she's updating me about one of my cousins having another kid with his newest girlfriend. My cousin has two other

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For those who have been graciously reading my posts for a while, you'll know that I'm very much a holiday scrooge. I don't care much for holidays, I am polite in acknowledging their existance for the sake of others but that's as far as it goes. Holidays don't include historical dates or birthdays and such, but I will say I have always had an issue with Indepedence Day. Historically, our nation

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I have mentioned before that me and movies have an interesting relationship. Four years of school and an internship job that requires for me to watch films 90% of the time makes me neglect my netflix. Well, not completely. I noticed that what I have really been spending my post-grad days watching, are cartoons. I was definitely watching A Goofy Movie earlier this week. I mentioned for my

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My mother used to tell me that only black men would "deal" with me. I was taught to frown on interracial/intercultural relationships, especially between black men and white women because it meant that they did not love "us" or themselves. (Never mind the fact that I didn't really care that the black guy with the brunette didn't "love us" because frankly, I did not know him.) She said that

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Morning arrives, hot and steamy. I take a moment to remember where I am, and rush to shower off the night before and get ready for work. I'm not in the mood for my movement to be restricted with jeans and so I pull on a long shirt dress with leggings and I don't care that they are black. The moment I step outside, the steam prickles my naked face and I curse myself for losing my expensive

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On the latest Boondock's episode, Grandad auditions for a part for a bit time black playwright/actor Winston Jerome. If you seen the episode, I'm sure you know who this character was meant to imitate. For the rest of you who need to catch up, see the clip (at least the first 57 seconds) Now as a person who neither hates or loves Tyler Perry's work, (full disclosure: I really liked Diary of a

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Historic and national celebration I have a feeling not many people know about. I'm not judging though! See this for background and history. Peace

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Sometimes, it sucks knowing people. Some think that just because they know me by default that they can ask whatever favor of me they want. It truly boggles my mind o_O Because I have experience with the camera and some lighting set ups  to shoot an interview, it is assumed I will do it if someone asks. Never mind that this person was never really a positive fixture in my life, particularly

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The first time I saw this movie was probably when I was 10 staying at my older cousin's house. This movie actually sent my heart racing, because here was a little girl, Rhoda Penmark, with cute pigtails and a frilly dress that was just so damn evil. She really freaked me out with her deceitful ways, switching from being a wonderful little girl to her mom and neighbor, to a nasty child to the

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So, I decided to start another blog that will be dedicated to natural hair full time. Actually, I am doing this with a very good friend of mine, who just recently went natural and rocks a TWA. So from now on, all hair-related posts will be published at: Your Africa Is Showing The hair blogging will keep me disciplined in caring for my hair, since I am trying to grow it out and also inspire my

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The other night I met up with a couple of my friends for some dinner. They have just graduated college as well and while eating our Dosa, Pad Thai and Basil Chicken and sipping tea, wine, and mojitos we breathed a sigh of relief that we were now done. The three of us have been friends since freshman year of high school and we worked really hard in college majoring in Religious Studies, Marketing,

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