I’m All In On Disney+

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, today’s post could either be really long or incredibly short. All I can say is, I’m aiming for the latter, man. In any case, I’m just here to fan out about Disney+, fam. Listen, the kid in me is experiencing MASSIVE amounts of overload, bruh. Look, damn near every show/movie I cared about as a child is on this platform, people. All in all, LC is a very, very happy man right now.

Ok, if I’m keeping it a buck, I haven’t even scratched the surface of this streaming service, son. Like, I’m fully aware of the fact that Disney+ has everything from Disney, Pixar, Marvel, Star Wars, National Geographic and all of the hood DVDs they used to sell on 125th Street in Harlem. However, ever since its launch, I’ve been OD’ing on old episodes of X-Men: The Animated Series, man. Side bar, Magneto was always right, fam. Anyway, while I’ve been pretending like I’m 10 years old again, my sons have been getting familiar with classics like DuckTales and Darkwing Duck. All I know is, I’m ABSOLUTELY trying to indoctrinate them, bruh.

In the end, I don’t know what else to say, son. Ultimately, I don’t have the time to sit here and chronicle all of the content on this service, man. By and by, Disney owns EVERYTHING, fam. So, naturally, they have all of the cool fucking shows, bruh. Shit, even if folks don’t want to be nostalgic, The Mandalorian is out here getting good reviews. At the end of the day, I might cancel all of my other subscriptions, people. I mean, I have X-Men and Spider-Man, brethren. What else do I need? Exactly. LC out.

P.S. My wife really knows me, son. Listen, she made individual accounts for her, Don, X and I and made Darth Vader my profile picture. She just understands me, man. Good day.

Julia Roberts Ain’t Nobody’s Harriet Tubman

So, on today’s episode of Folks Be Doing The Cotdamn Most, we get one of the most laughable stories I’ve ever heard. Look, I couldn’t make this story up if I tried, son. Now, according to Gregory Allen Howard, the screenwriter for Kasi LemmonsHarriet, a studio executive once wanted Julia Roberts to play Harriet Tubman. *Sigh* Let me say that again, man. Once upon a time, a Hollywood exec wanted Roberts, a whole White woman, to play one of this country’s most-notable African-Americans. All I know is, I’m at a complete loss for words, fam.

Ok, for those who are unaware, a Harriet Tubman movie has been on the docket since the early 1990s. Now, back in 1994, Howard was already tasked to write the film’s screenplay. In any case, during a meeting about the movie, this unnamed exec floated the idea of getting Roberts to play Tubman. Moving on, when everyone in their right mind said “homie, you wilin’,” the aforementioned exec replied “it was so long ago, no one is going to know the difference.”

Now, I don’t even know where to begin with this story, bruh. I mean, I can’t even express in words how preposterous that idea was, son. Listen, Hollywood has SUCH a lack-of-faith in Black stories that they’ll do ANYTHING to whitewash it, man. Fam, on what planet is it cool to have a White woman play a Black woman who freed other Black people from slavery?! Like, what? What?! All I can say is, I’ll be down for a White Harriet if they’ll be down for a Black Elvis with dreads and a spliff. So, who’s ready for the shits now, bruh?

In the end, I’m a little ashamed of myself, son. Ultimately, I’m surprised that I can still be surprised by some of the fuckity-mcfuckery that happens in this country, man. By and by, situations like this are why I’m a firm believer in minorities controlling our own stories. At the end of the day, we can’t depend on outsiders to do right by us, fam. The way I see it, allies are ALWAYS great. But, we also need to determine our own destinies. That is all. LC out.

Whitney Houston Never Lived Her Truth

So, here we are, son. It’s 2019 and Robyn Crawford just confirmed something that we all innately knew: she had a romantic relationship with Whitney Houston. Now, if I’m being frank, Crawford’s connection with Houston is not the illuminating part of this story, man. Instead, I’m a lot more interested in the fallout from their union, fam. The way I see it, Houston never lived her truth, bruh. Because of this, she always had to hide a portion of her real self.

Ok, for those who missed it, Crawford, Houston’s lifelong friend, just released a new memoir. Now, as the title suggests, A Song for You: My Life with Whitney Houston details Crawford’s experience with the legendary singer. In totality, the book outlines the near three decades that the two women spent together. Along the way, Crawford speaks about Houston’s career, her marriage to Bobby Brown and the highs/lows of Houston’s life. But, of course, people naturally gravitated to the tales of romance between the two.

Now, according to Crawford, both women were physical with each other for about two years in the early 1980s. However, as soon as Houston’s career started to take off, the romance aspect died. Moving on, there were a few reasons why Houston felt compelled to end that part of their relationship. First, there was Cissy Houston and religion. The truth is, Whitney was worried about how she would be viewed by her mother and the church for having same-sex relations. Shit, Cissy even admitted to Oprah Winfrey that she wouldn’t have approved of Whitney being a lesbian. Furthermore, it was a well-established fact that Cissy hated Crawford for this very reason.

Second, there was Clive Davis and the music business. The fact is, all parties involved were worried about Houston’s “image.” Real talk, they didn’t believe that the general public was ready for a non-heterosexual Pop star. Sadly, they were absolutely right, son. Keeping it a buck, that era wasn’t very tolerant, man. In my eyes, Houston would’ve been shunned if she came out as lesbian or bisexual.

The thing is, I truly believe this ideology is the most backwards shit in the world, fam. So, people preferred Bobby Brown and cocaine over a same-sex relationship with Crawford? Like, that was the better choice, bruh? Side bar, I’m not blaming Brown for all of Houston’s troubles, folks. All I can say is, the two of them were fucking bad for each other. Love or not, they made piss-poor decisions together. With that being said, it would’ve been better for them to stay apart.

In the end, I honestly believe this “conformity” altered the course of Whitney Houston’s life. Ultimately, I think she would’ve been a more adjusted person if she didn’t have to hide aspects of herself. By and by, just to keep Crawford around, Houston had to make her an employee. All I know is, it didn’t have to be that way, son. At the end of the day, a person’s sexuality shouldn’t dictate how the world reacts to them. The wild part is, Houston would’ve been a lot freer if she came up in this era, man. But, that’s not the way the world works, fam. All in all, shout-out to Crawford for finally speaking her truth and RIP to the incomparable Whitney Houston. That is all. LC out.

Facebook’s Bias Issue Is A Corporate America Issue

So, according to several people of color who work for Facebook, the company has a problem with implicit bias. Also, the sky is blue, water is wet and Jeffrey Epstein didn’t kill himself. Side bar, nah, for real, I HIGHLY doubt that Epstein killed himself, son. In any case, while some folks may think that these issues are native to Facebook, I’m here to say that they run rampant through all of Corporate America. All in all, none of these employees’ stories surprise me, man.

Ok, for those who missed it, about twelve Facebook employees wrote a piece for Medium about the troubles they face at Mark Zuckerberg‘s company. Now, in the article, the various workers shared multiple stories of micro and macro aggressions that permeate through their work environment. Look, minority employees had their intelligence questioned, told they were simply diversity hires and judged for their supposed “aggressive” attitudes. Shit, on Facebook’s Blind application, White employees just let their racism fly, fam. I mean, one particular employee just belittled the IQ of Black employees and blamed us for all of the nation’s murder, bruh. Needless to say, the landscape isn’t very comforting, brethren.

Listen, to be fair, I’m not doing this Medium article justice, son. On the real, everyone should go read it for themselves. However, I wasn’t surprised by anything that I read in that post, man. Keeping it a buck, during my tenure in the workforce, I’ve tasted my fair share of fuckery, fam. Now, for some reference, I’m a 34-year-old Black man who’s worked in Corporate America since 2007. Actually, if I count internships, I’ve been in this arena since 2005, bruh. In any case, along the way, I’ve worked for four different Fortune 500 companies. So, I’ve dealt with some of the bullshit that these Facebook employees are speaking about.

Real talk, I don’t even know where to start, son. Look, I’ve been called aggressive, lazy, coworkers have expressed surprise at the college I went to, I’ve been badmouthed by a manager to human resources and questioned by people with a lot less experience. The fucked up part is, I’m only talking about one company so far, man. The truth is, I haven’t even gotten to the rest of the shenanigans, fam. Yet, somehow, despite being so “terrible,” I keep getting better jobs and making more money. So, I know EXACTLY how these Facebook employees feel, bruh. All I can say is, Facebook is the norm and not the exception, people.

In the end, I don’t know what else to say, son. Ultimately, I don’t have any answers for these employees, man. By and by, we all knew that Facebook would release a message condemning this type of treatment. However, nothing is going to change, fam. Namely because nothing ever fucking changes, bruh. At the end of the day, unless there are REAL ramifications for this kind of discrimination, the behavior will continue, folks. *Sigh* This is the day-to-day life of a person of color, brethren. This shit can really suck sometimes. That is all. LC out.

My Tug-Of-War With ‘Harriet’

Disclaimer: Spoilers, I guess.

So, let me begin this post by saying that I have not seen Kasi LemmonsHarriet movie yet. In fact, the current plan is for my wife and I to see it at some point this weekend. Side note, I know that I’ve previously expressed my exhaustion with slave movies. But, I also said that I still wanted to see this film. In any case, after hearing about the inclusion of the Bigger Long character, I was slightly taken aback, son. All in all, I don’t know what to make of that storyline, man.

Ok, for those who are unaware, the internet is currently divided on what to think about Bigger Long’s presence in the Harriet movie. Now, in regards to the plot, Long is a Black bounty hunter who was hired to catch Harriet Tubman by her slave owner, Gideon Brodess. Moving on, despite being the catalyst for Long’s pursuit, Brodess ultimately kills him before he can harm Tubman. With all of that being said, a number of people, including myself, are thrown off by the fact that a White slave owner ends up saving a Black woman from a Black man.

Now, to be fair, I’m fully aware of the fact that there were Black bounty hunters during slavery. Sadly, there were a couple of reasons why a former slave would take up this profession. First, there were individuals who were looking for a way to provide for themselves and ended up selling out their own people in the process. Second, there were just some evil ass bastards who inexplicably hated their own kind. Either way, it was a fucked up way to live, fam. Moving on, the main issue with the film is the fact that no one can find a record of anyone like Bigger Long in Tubman’s history.

Look, let’s keep it a buck, bruh. Shit, against better judgment, people tend to take biopics at face value, son. Meaning, it’s easy for folks to just blindly believe what’s being presented to them. So, for anyone who isn’t willing to do the research for themselves, they’re going to leave the movie theater thinking that a Black man was trying to kill a Black woman and a White man saved her. I mean, no matter how Lemmons tries to justify it, that’s exactly what that scene means, man. Now, I’m not going to sit here and pretend like that’s the crux of the story. Mainly because I haven’t seen the movie yet. But, why add this dynamic to a story that didn’t require it, fam? Like, it’s not as if Lemmons added some random ass friend to the plot. She added an entire Black villain, kinfolk. Listen, Tubman’s life was wild enough without the added racial ambiguity, brethren.

In the end, I’m not sure if my issue is with Lemmons or Hollywood, in general. Ultimately, Black people always campaign to be represented by major studios. However, when we get the chance, our stories are dramatized in unnecessary ways. Then, to make matters worse, the community is guilt-tripped into supporting because “we might not get another opportunity.” So, we’re forced to deal with inaccuracies in fear of getting nothing at all. At the end of the day, I’m fucking conflicted, son. Like, I want to see the movie, but I don’t want folks, even women like Lemmons, to take needless liberties with our history. *Sigh* I don’t know, man. Frankly, I’m just thinking out loud, fam. Honestly, I’d like to hear other people’s take on this, bruh. Holla at me. That is all. LC out.

T.I. Is Out Here Wilin’

So, I won’t lie, son. As a father myself, I generally try not to judge how other people parent their children. However, muhfuckas be wilin’ sometimes, man. With that being said, I have to call T.I. out on his tomfoolery, fam. Look, I understand wanting to “protect” our kids from this wild ass world, but T.I. did the most of the most, bruh. All in all, homie doesn’t need to be bugging out at his daughter’s gynecologist appointments, folks.

Ok, for those who missed it, T.I. recently said some wild shit on a podcast. So, while sitting down with Nazanin Mandi and Nadia Moham from the Ladies Like Us show, T.I. told the ladies that he accompanies his daughter, Deyjah Harris, to her yearly gyno appointments. Now, if that’s where the sentence ended, then maybe I wouldn’t look at him with The Rock eyebrow. However, T.I. specifically said that he goes with her, even as of her 18th birthday, to verify that her hymen is “still intact.”

Look, just in case anyone is wondering, I didn’t make up any part of that story, son. The fact is, Clifford Harris b.k.a. T.I. a.k.a. Tip, makes yearly trips to Deyjah’s gynecologist to make sure that her hymen is still in place. Now, real talk, I don’t even know where to begin with this fuckery, man. First, checking a woman’s hymen gives no insight on her sexual activity. Shit, I know a few ladies who’ve lost their shit from non-freaky deaky situations, fam. So, what exactly is T.I. looking to learn from this, bruh?

In addition, even if Deyjah isn’t having vaginal intercourse, I’m sure that T.I. is aware of the VAST amounts of other possibilities, son. Hell, having a hymen ain’t got shit to do with butt play or oral gymnastics, man. Keeping it a buck, I know a couple of women who used to go the anal route to maintain their “virtue.” All I know is, a hymen is no indicator of whether or not his daughter is about that action, fam.

Furthermore, Deyjah is 18 fucking years old, bruh. Seriously, it ain’t T.I.’s place to monitor who she’s “spending time” with. The truth is, as parents, it’s our job to teach our kids the best practices and hope they don’t do something fucking stupid. Side bar, I hope my boys are NEVER as dumb as me, son. All I can say is, I’m not 100% sure how I’m still here with my genitals in one piece, man. But, that’s neither here nor there, brethren.

Anyway, I also want to know if T.I. watches his sons with the same level of scrutiny. Listen, dudes love protecting their girls’ “honor,” but their boys be out here running amok, fam. Bruh, it ain’t nothing for a guy to come home with an STI or a cotdamn baby. The way I see it, T.I. should be just as invested in making sure his sons aren’t the type of dudes that he’s afraid Deyjah will meet. Honestly, men with daughters are normally scared because they know how we be acting in these streets, son.

In the end, T.I. needs to knock it off, man. Ultimately, there’s no need to be a creep, fam. By and by, him and his daughter’s mother just need to have an open line of communication with Deyjah. At the end of the day, he doesn’t want her to be sneaking around behind his back. Truthfully, that’s when the most shenanigans occur, bruh. So, instead of trying to shelter her, T.I. needs to put her on the game and advise her about the fuckity-fucks who could potentially ruin her life. That is all. LC out.

I Finally Had A Popeyes Chicken Sandwich

So, after all of the hoopla, all of the delays and all of the unnecessary assaults, I finally had a Popeyes chicken sandwich. Side note, on some serious shit, rest in peace to that dude who got stabbed in Maryland. On the real, there is literally NO justification for that type of violence. I mean, it’s a fucking chicken sandwich, son. It’s NEVER that serious, man. In any case, after refusing to engage in ANY of the initial fuckery, I finally tried Popeyes’ sandwich. All in all, it was very meh, fam.

Ok, to be clear, I’ve always refused to stand on any long lines for this sandwich, bruh. Shit, as I stated in my original post, I simply would not lower my pride for food, son. Frankly, when I saw just how crazy people were getting over fried chicken, I decided to bow out of the race, man. In any case, now that the sandwich is back, I figured I’d take a shot in the dark, fam. So, after I got off of work yesterday, I went to the Popeyes close to my crib. After seeing only three people on line, I decided to finally get in on the shenanigans, bruh.

Anyway, since I didn’t know if Popeyes would run out of sandwiches again, I copped two Classic sandwiches (one for my wife), and a Spicy sandwich. Now, to be real, I didn’t know what to expect, son. Listen, the way that people were acting a mutt for this sandwich, I thought I was about to discover the Fountain of Youth, people. Truth be told, both sandwiches were just cool, man. Meaning, they were definitely good, but they weren’t nearly as life-changing as folks made them out to be. The way I see it, they were serviceable sandwiches, fam. Like, I’d eat them again, but they’re not anything I would actively seek out. But, I can say, they were absolutely better than Chick-fil-A, bruh.

In the end, this entire craze has been waaaay overblown, son. Ultimately, no one should be acting this cotdamn stupid for any kind of food. However, folks REALLY did the fucking most over an okay sandwich, man. By and by, people really need to reevaluate their lives, fam. At the end of the day, fried chicken should NEVER be worth this type of pandemonium, bruh. That’s all I’ve got for now, brethren. Good day. LC out.