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Skinheads and Happy Black Folk: Polar Opposites
It was only a matter of time before someone ODed. In this case, the people were caught before they fully ODed. By now, anybody who reads this blog has probably heard about the 2 skinheads who were planning to rob a gun store then kill 88 black people. 14 of which would’ve been beheaded as [...]
We Be Hatin’
By Slim Jackson A couple weeks ago I was out with the fellas at an east coast college. They were opening for a poppin and pizzlin hip hop artist that we all know, and I was there to support and hold my Flip video camera in the air to get some blog-worthy footage. Without going [...]
Everyone’s Trying To Have a Swagger Like Us
Swag. G. Style. Whatever the word, either you either have it or you don’t. But for those of you who don’t possess any mojo, don’t fret. You could be like Dr. Evil, as well as most folk in America, and just jack it. Before swagger was printed on an Old Spice body spray can, before [...]
Can’t Get a Job Cuz My Name Is Too Black
By Slim Jackson Every now and then I have the conversation with someone about names. Not nicknames, but government names. Slim Jackson is an alias. If you knew my real name, you’d expect me to perhaps be a preppy white guy that wears polo shirts and khaki shorts. Well, you’d be fairly accurate except for [...]
Milk in their Coffee? How About Chocolate Milk?
By Slim Jackson Sowhatiff made you take it, so now it’s my turn to give it to you. It only hurts for a second. Pause…and breath…and Pause. To date, I haven’t been a man that discriminates. Though I’ve refined my taste like a triple distilled vodka, I still don’t pay too much attention when I [...]
Milk in Their Coffee
By Sowhatiff Jenkins We’ve all seen it. Some people don’t like to talk about. Others will rant and rave for hours. Many people have mixed feelings about it. Some folks could care less about it. Our next president is a product of such a couple. Yep, that’s right. We are talking about interracial dating folks, [...]
Are Black Women Really that Stank?
No, not stank like funky. This past weekend, I braved the lameness that is Philly night life and went out with some friends. It was a little before midnight, but the place was starting to get a little packed. I was standing against the wall watching some Olympic event on one of the clubs fly [...]
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