Demetria shares an internal conflict over Kamala Harris's alleged run for the Oval, muses on the best and worst of pop culture and politics, including the outcry from sensitive men over a harmless Gillette commercial, more (scandalous and NSFW) details from an R. Kelly survivor, and the ratchet divorce (and affair) of Amazon founder Jeff Bezos aka the wealthiest man in the world.
Becoming: A Book Review
Demetria reviews the bestselling book of 2018, "Becoming" by former First Lady Michelle Obama. Highlights include her (healthy) obsession with "Mom" (aka Michelle Obama), a short soliloquy on why Barry Obama should never have been the poster boy for "potential", why your "one job" as a partner is to let your spouse be his/her best self (even when the ish don't make no sense), and the lessons about overcoming being an Angry Black Woman, asking for what you want, and becoming all the people who you are meant to be.
Demetria L. Lucas, cultural critic and author of A Belle in Brooklyn and Don't Waste Your Pretty, muses on pop culture shenanigans, dating and relationships mishaps, everything worth watching on any size screen and occasionally, the hilarious (mis)adventures of being "single" for the second time around. There's more to it. But that's the gist. Listen at your leisure. Randomness will occur.
This morning R. Kelly released a 19-plus minute song called “I Admit” in which he admits to various shortcomings and scandalous behavior, shares intimate details of his private life, especially his finances, paints himself as a talented martyr persecuted by “haters” and discusses damn near everything except the time he urinated on a child on video at the turn of the century. My overall takeaway: this n— is crazy AF.Read More
I left Brooklyn after 17 years. I left my house, most of my stuff, my dreams, my marriage and my life as I knew it.
This is how I ended up back in the Technicolor world of the DC suburbs. It is NOTHING like Brooklyn. There are no sidewalks where I live. The main roads are littered with deer carcasses. When I fall asleep, I listen to crickets, not sirens and people yelling, cursing and fighting. People form orderly lines in the CVS here and intentionally make eye contact and speak. They talk about going to Wegman’s, a grocery store, with the enthusiasm of an opening night show on Broadway. I have to sit by the window to talk on the phone because my signal sucks. They play go-go on the radio. The humidity makes my hair big. The pollen count makes my nose bleed. The men talk slow and move fast.
Welcome to A Belle of the ‘Burbs.Read More