In his book, Brown Sugar: Over One Hundred Years of America's Black Female Superstars, Black film historian Donald Bogle rhapsodized, "With a wink ...
Everyday in some shape, form, or fashion, I was being told that I would be dead or in jail by the age of 25 and that my life didn't matter much. It wasn't until I started to look for approval from within, that life started to turn around.
The day after, all anyone could talk about was how we was "robbed." There's only one problem with this: It's absolutely not true.
The speech shouldn't seem canned and rehearsed or else you appear to have expected to win. It also can't ramble, as there's so little time. And if you have won for being an actor, well, then you're supposed to act well.
Alfonso's harsh family and personal and professional circumstances were very similar to those of that woman in space. Physical and metaphysical garbage, waste from fear, greed, ignorance -- and many of those elements of the sublime and putrid within the film industry lined up like missiles that hit his ship.
We've talked about the lives of privation and misery that animals on factory farms endure, and also about defending Missouri's anti-puppy mill ballot measure from attacks in the Legislature, and about blocking ag-gag bills that try to silence our undercover investigations.
One man said, "Would you rather keep the Oscar statue or get a blow job from any actress in the first three rows?"
We've all seen one famous face after another tumble down the rabbit hole of peer pressure, cultural expectations, show business demands, sheer vanity, fear of death, revulsion of aging and the simple miscalculation that the only beauty is youthful beauty. It's a heavy burden.
Perhaps follow Roeper's implicit advice: Read the Gospel of Luke.
Have you noticed that these events have gotten so much more human? The quest for viewer engagement and the inclusion of the viewer in the viewing has made these events not only so much more fun, but also more real.
Yes, it can be appalling to see people aging ungracefully, even desperately. And duck lips and smooth but unmovable faces can look disturbing. But what I find even more appalling is ageism. The dread of losing youth and looks, projected into disgust with those who try to fight it.
"My Brother's Keeper" frames education and jobs, as the way to equality and that is simply not the case. It will not protect them from White fear emboldened by guns on street corners. It will not erase minstrel-like narratives reproduced in media.
In more recent months, an uprising has begun to form at long last. In a society where shows like Fashion Police are celebrated for cutting people down, isn't it time we take a stand?
If you watched the Oscars, you could not help but notice and be moved by the spirit of optimism and positivity that was pervasive throughout the ceremony.
I came to a realization on Monday morning, after the Oscars: I don't think I have what it takes to be part of the two-screen world. Which, increasingly, is what we seem to be living in.