As a self-proclaimed "woke" white dude, it's sometimes difficult to know how to participate in conversations about race that matter deeply to me. The last thing I want to do is suck up oxygen from the voices that need to be heard.
A few hours before another SOLD OUT show -- this time at Terminal 5 on Manhattan's westside, I had a very engaging conversation backstage with half of Rudimental's foursome -- Amir and Piers, who were casually kicking back in their dressing room.
Last month, I served as Principal for a Day at a local elementary school. As the day progressed, I was greeted by a cadre of extraordinary professional women. With only two men on staff, my maleness loomed large.