today's kwanzaa principle.
harambee, brothers and sisters!
as you may or may not know, we are currently balls deep in Kwanzaa time. if you know that, then you also know the seven principles of Kwanzaa–umoja, ujamaa, koochiechakkakhan and all that jazz. or rather–you know what you THINK are the 7 principles.
what you DON’T know is that there are actually, like, a gazillion principles, but in The Man’s efforts to keep black folk from havin their own shit, they have been buried in the margins.
not pictured: the kid in a Gestapo uniform.
Do you guys remember the WB catoon “Histeria?” It was an Animaniacs-esque show that sought to entertain children while teaching them about world history. Now, to a history freak like me, this show is just what the doctor ordered. The Animaniacs is one, if not, my favorite cartoon series ever, and history is just freaking awesome, so the combination of the two really works for me. But to the average 8-14 year old kid? There aren’t many ways to make history cool, fun, or exciting. Unless you sing and joke about it. Which is what they did.
The problem with this… much of history is grim, bloody, and violent, and this show didn’t gloss over things like war, racism, and genocide. They just.. did cartoony things with it, which, in retrospect, gave some often uncomfortable results. Here, in kind of no particular order, are 5 of the most uncomfortable Histeria moments on youtube.
natural hair MEETUPS in ky?! NO WAY!
i’ve been meaning to write this entry since a few months after i moved back to kentucky from philly, but i guess it’s better that i didn’t do it so soon. after being natural for two years and spending one of those years in louisville, ky, i’ve had a lot more time to really examine the experience.
so we’ve all seen that slightly batshit yet somehow awesome Jimmy McMillan in his quest for the governor’s chair in New York on the The Rent is Too Damn High Party. i am inspired. ladies and gentlemen, i would like to take this opportunity to declare my intent to run for governor of any state of your choosing on a brand new platform to be known as the These Damn Cans of Glory Greens Are Dented Party.
we just put this up at Splackavellie Central, but it’s just too awesome for me to not put here too.
shout out to ae!
Everyone needs a sassy gay friend. [Awesomely Luvvie]
Modern day ambulance chasers. [Fly Black Chick]
Dear Naomi Campbell… [DirtyPrettyThangs]
so this past week i took a relaxing trip to the country with my family to get away for awhile. i was only half excited to go in the beginning, to tell you the truth, because i knew at some point i’d end up on a hot ass bank of some hot ass lake doin a half assed job at fishing, where i’d probably catch nothing but a stick (note: I WAS RIGHT). but there were two incentives: there was a pool where we’d be staying and i’d get to work on my much needed tan (note: i’m so almondy!) and, most importantly–we were gonna stop at Cracker Barrel for breakfast on the way.
FUCKING WIN! kind of!