Should I Find A Blogging Niche?

Ok, today’s post is going to be a little different, son. Now, anyone who knows me knows that I live in my head. Like, I spend a GREAT deal of time just analyzing any and everything, man. With all of that being said, the future of this blog has been on my mind for a while now. So, I want to pose a question to everyone out there: should I find a blogging niche?

Now, as a quick history lesson, I started this blog back in 2011. At the time, I was experiencing SEVERE writer’s block with my music and I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to perform again. In any case, while I was trying to figure out my next move, my then-girlfriend/now-wife made a suggestion: start a blog. Since I’ve always been a highly-opinionated person, she figured that it would be a cool endeavor to undertake. So, I Can’t Be Famous was born. All I can say is, I never really expected anyone to read it. Needless to say, I’m actually shocked that I have an audience at all, fam.

Moving on, despite the fact that the blog does fairly well in terms of readership, I’m actively thinking about growth. Yes, I’ve been able to amass a pretty cool audience by being random, but I wonder if a niche can push me even further. Now, if that’s the case, then what should that niche be? That’s where all of the good folks reading this come in. Frankly, I’ve talked about A LOT of topics on this blog. If I chose to veer in a certain direction, what would people prefer? Basically, I’m just thinking out loud and trying to gauge the community. So, holla at me!

In the end, there’s nothing else to say, bruh. Ultimately, I’m just out here trying to figure out the future, son. By and by, I value the opinion of the brethren who read this. So, let me know what’s good, man. Talk to me. Let’s go! LC out.

RIP Chadwick Boseman

So, like I always say, I’m going to try to keep today’s post short, son. The fact of the matter is, Chadwick Boseman was/is a cotdamn legend and should be respected as much. Although his career didn’t reach 20 years, he was responsible for NUMEROUS legendary depictions of Black people. All in all, Boseman represented the best of us and should be celebrated for his accomplishments.

Ok, for those who are living under a rock, Boseman just passed away at the age of 43. Now, given how young he was, it would be a good guess to think that he succumbed to some random tragedy. However, the truth is a lot more painful, sad and miraculous. Apparently, Boseman had been battling colon cancer for four years. That’s right, the man who was responsible for making Black kids feel like superheroes was quietly fighting for his life.

Now, when I think about Boseman’s diagnosis, I have so many thoughts at once, man. First, the entire time that he was bringing Black Panther to life, he was secretly battling for survival. Shit, he literally had to get in the best shape of his life for that role. Fam, I can’t even imagine how difficult that was while simultaneously dealing with a cancer diagnosis. No pun intended, but that was REALLY fucking heroic, bruh.

In addition, Boseman’s death has me grappling with my own mortality. I mean, think about it, son. If he was dealing with cancer for four years, then that means he was diagnosed at 39 years old. Hell, I just turned 35 this month, man. The truth is, I’m not that far away from where Boseman was, fam. Frankly, I couldn’t even fathom being as strong as he was at such a young age.

In any case, it goes without saying that he’ll be best remembered for Black Panther. Look, when someone’s the star of a billion-dollar movie, their name becomes etched in stone. But, Boseman was also responsible for MULTIPLE roles that shed a positive light on the Black community. He played Jackie Robinson, the first Black man to break Major League Baseball‘s color barrier. He played Thurgood Marshall, the first Black man appointed to the Supreme Court. He played James Brown, the inventor of the Funk and one of the most influential musicians in human history. And of course, he played T’Challa, an African king and superhero that Black children everywhere could emulate. The fact of the matter is, Boseman displayed MANY facets of Black greatness and I thank him for it.

In the end, rest in peace to Chadwick Boseman. Ultimately, I was thoroughly shocked by this news, bruh. By and by, we NEVER know what someone is dealing with behind closed doors, son. At the end of the day, I applaud Boseman for his strength. He didn’t let his ailment stop him from becoming a legend. The way I see it, that’s a lesson that all of us can learn, man. That is all. LC out.

Have Folks Forgiven Justin Timberlake Yet?

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I’ve been a Justin Timberlake fan for over 20 years. I mean, I’ve been down since NSYNC dropped “I Want You Back” and “Tearin’ Up My Heart.” But, I really knew what time it was when they came out with “Gone.” At that point, I knew that Timberlake was different, man. Moving on, I was onboard when he released Justified, FutureSex/LoveSounds and The 20/20 Experience. Needless to say, I was super disappointed when that Man of the Woods fuckery came out. But, have we as a collective forgiven him for that train wreck of an album yet?

Ok, to be fair, there’s a segment of the (Black) population that was done with Timberlake after he threw Janet Jackson under the bus for that Super Bowl nipple. Real talk, I don’t blame anybody for that, fam. Like, that was still a hoe ass move on his part, bruh. However, as a voracious consumer of music, I’ve always championed Timberlake’s talent, son. Shit, even Man of the Woods had some jams on it, man. All I can say is, I stand by my previous assessment of “Filthy,” “Higher, Higher,” “Wave” and “Breeze Off the Pond.” But, given the departure in sound and the “White boy in flannel” promotion, a lot of folks turned in their Timberlake Fan Club pass.

Now, in all honesty, Timberlake’s new song with SZA is what inspired this post. All in all, I fucks with that track heavy and it feels like the sound that we’ve always loved from Timberlake. So, can we let him slide for Man of the Woods already? The way I see it, we can give him a pass for one trash ass album, brethren. For God‘s sake, he’s given us so many jams, son. In addition, if we’re going to blame him for that record, we also have to blame The Neptunes, Timbaland and Danja. Hell, they made those songs with him, man. Anyway, I’m willing to let bygones be bygones if he’s going to go back to making crack like “The Other Side.”

In the end, shout-out to Timberlake, SZA, Ludwig Göransson and Max Martin for making my current jam. Ultimately, this is the type of shit that I want from Timberlake, fam. By and by, everyone can peep the video below. At the end of the day, as long as he doesn’t try to mix banjos and 808‘s again, we’ll be good, bruh. That is all. LC out.

Good Riddance, Harvey Weinstein

So, here we are, son. After all of the kerfuffle, Harvey Weinstein was actually found guilty of something. Now, he may have skated on a couple of the more serious charges, but he’s officially been convicted of rape. All in all, this is a major moment for the Me Too and Time’s Up movements. I mean, when women started outing predators for their grotesque behavior, Weinstein was one of the creeps at the top of the list. With that being said, he’s finally being held (partially) responsible for his crimes.

Ok, for those who missed it, the hammer came down on Harvey Weinstein. Now, after five days of deliberation, a jury found him guilty of rape in the third degree and committing a criminal sexual act in the first degree. However, he was acquitted of rape in the first degree and predatory sexual assault. Anyway, from what I understand, the jury believed that he raped Jessica Mann and assaulted Mimi Haley. But, by definition, rape in the first degree requires “forcible compulsion,” which is somehow different from other forms of nonconsensual sex. Side bar, if the sex is nonconsensual, doesn’t that already make it “forcible?” Like, I’m no lawyer but that just makes sense to me, man. In any case, Weinstein now faces a possible prison term of five to 25 years. The way I see it, the court probably won’t go easy on him with the sentencing, fam.

Moving on, this case is another example of the “chickens coming home to roost” for notorious predators. Hell, back in 2018, the justice system got Bill Cosby the fuck up outta here. Side bar, I’m not even remotely surprised that Cosby is out here defending Weinstein, bruh. *Sigh* I guess rapists have to stick together, son. All I know is, I’m tired of getting messages from Cosby’s handlers. Fam, just tell Pudding Man to shut the fuck up and finish his sentence. In addition, where are all of the “woke” people on their “they’re only coming for Black celebrities” shit? Yeah, Weinstein was found guilty just like Cosby. So, let’s just worry about putting ALL of the rapists away and leave race out of this, man.

In the end, good riddance to Harvey Weinstein. Ultimately, he coasted for way too long, bruh. By and by, I hope the rest of these offenders are sweating bullets right now. At the end of the day, there’s no place for this type of abuse, son. For all of my dudes out there, just find people who actually want to fuck, man. It really isn’t that hard, folks. We’re (mostly) all sexual creatures. So, go bump uglies with somebody who actually wants it, brethren. That is all. LC out.

‘The Photograph’: The Debate Over Michael & Mae

Disclaimer: I’m back with all of the spoilers, brethren. Proceed with caution.

So, over the weekend, my wife and I went to go see Stella Meghie’s The Photograph. In any case, despite the fact that the film doesn’t stray too far away from common romantic drama themes, I still enjoyed myself, son. Moving on, after we saw the movie, my wife came across a brief review by Demetria L. Lucas. All I can say is, I disagree with her assessment of the main characters’ relationship.

Ok, before I continue, let me give a quick synopsis of the plot. So, the film revolves around Michael Block and Mae Morton. Anyway, Michael is a writer for an online magazine and Mae is a curator at a museum. Now, they end up crossing paths because Michael is writing a piece on Christina Eames, a famous photographer who also happens to be Mae’s mother. The truth is, I could delve into the entire storyline, but I’m trying to get to the source of the conflict between Michael and Mae.

Now, in the midst of getting to know each other, Michael finds out that he secured a writing job with the Associated Press in London, England. From there, Michael expresses to Mae that he still wants to pursue a relationship with her, despite her New York living situation. Hurt by the news, Mae rejects Michael’s wish to continue and chooses to just enjoy their final moments together.

With all of that being said, let’s get back to Lucas’ point. Now, in her Instagram post, she expressed disappointment with the fact that Mae goes to see Michael in London (for a Kendrick Lamar concert). In her eyes, Michael should be the one to make a move for Mae. But, the last time I checked, Mae says that she doesn’t want to pursue anything further with Michael. Frankly, when Michael gets on the plane to London, he’s under the assumption that Mae doesn’t want him. So, why would he continue to chase her down?

Look, I’m old enough to have had a few laps around the block, man. On the real, I’ve heard multiple women complain about men who “didn’t get the hint.” Also, I’ve heard women lament about guys who “wouldn’t leave [them] alone” or kept “badgering [them].” The fact is, Michael is simply respecting Mae’s wishes. Now, if Mae has a change of heart, which she ultimately does, then it is on her to communicate this. Fam, we’re all adults here. If Mae wants Michael, then she should tell him that, which is what brings her to England. All in all, I believe this situation happens exactly the way that it should, bruh.

Anyway, while I’m here, I want to address some of the caping that I saw for Christina in Lucas’ comments. Son, a few of these ladies need to stop justifying her behavior. Shit, I saw one comment where a woman said that people keep talking about Christina’s “perceived failures” instead of her accolades. Perceived? Fam, Christina gets on a Greyhound bus, without telling her partner Issac Jefferson, while pregnant with his child and doesn’t tell him (or Mae) that Mae is his for the next 30 years. Furthermore, Christina doesn’t tell her daughter that she’s sick and ends up writing all of her feelings in a letter. Keep in mind, Christina never shares any of these observations with Mae during her life.

All I know is, Christina’s accomplishments don’t negate the fact that she treats people terribly. Look, she has every right to not want to live a “mediocre” life with Issac in Louisiana. Hell, she would’ve ended up resenting him if she stayed. However, she’s still in a union with Issac. As a grown-up, she’s obligated to tell him that she’s planning to leave. She’s obligated to tell him that he has a child. Son, she essentially left Mae with the responsibility of repairing the relationship with Issac. Keeping it a buck, those aren’t “perceived failures.” Those are glaring character flaws, man.

In the end, I’m not here to bash anyone, fam. Ultimately, I just always find it interesting how factions of people can look at the same situation in drastically different ways. By and by, I thought the movie was good, bruh. At the end of the day, I think I can add it to my “rewatch-ables” list. So, great job, Meghie. Great job. That is all. LC out.

Get ‘Fast & Furious’ The F*ck Outta Here!

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I’ve fucking had it with the Fast & Furious franchise. Like, I understand that it’s a film series and none of it is real, but c’mon man. Real talk, each movie is more preposterous than the last one, fam. Frankly, I can barely keep up with all of the nonsensical shenanigans, bruh. In any case, the trailer for Fast & Furious 9 sealed it for me. All in all, I’m all of the way out, brethren.

Ok, before I get into my issues with the trailer, let me explain my gripes with the entire catalog. Now, when we first met these characters, they were just a bunch of motherfuckers racing cars in Los Angeles. Anyway, by the time we got to the fourth film, these cats were out here knocking off drug lords, ducking Interpol, robbing billionaires and all other sorts of tomfoolery. Keeping it a buck, I never understood how dudes like Dominic Toretto acquired all of these skills when he was supposed to be busy racing/fixing cars.

Look, I stuck by when Toretto somehow beat Luke Hobbs, a trained agent, in a fight. I stuck by when Toretto made the roof of a garage fall just by stomping on it. I stuck by when the crew jetted through Brazil with a fucking bank vault attached to their cars. Hell, I even stuck by when Toretto launched his car off of the aforementioned roof just to put a bomb on a flying helicopter. Now, folks mean to tell me, this entire time, Toretto’s brother was a master assassin? Son, if y’all don’t get the flying fuckity-fuck outta here!

First off, there is no planet where John Cena could be Vin Diesel‘s brother. Second, when the fuck did Cena’s character become this skilled, man? When Dom was fixing mufflers? Oh, and somehow, Han Lue is still alive? After we watched Deckard Shaw kill him? Bruh, what is Hollywood doing out here? Listen, there’s make-believe and then there’s this shit, fam. All I know is, the storyline is so far out of the realm of possibility that I can’t even enjoy it, people.

In the end, the only reason I might even remotely consider watching Fast & Furious 9 is because I’m a completionist. Ultimately, I’ve wasted enough brain cells on this franchise that I feel like I need to see it through to the end. Then again, I might just wait for this shit to hit my TV, son. At the end of the day, I can’t see myself giving these bums money for pure fuckery. That is all. LC out.

What Kinda Sh*t Is Daniel Kaluuya On?

So, let me begin this post by saying that I’m actually a big Daniel Kaluuya fan. Even though most people know him for his immaculate performance in Get Out, I remember getting hip to him from Kick-Ass 2 and Sicario. In any case, I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t disappointed with his recent comments in Radio Times. The way I see it, the roles he plays don’t allow him to be ambivalent about racial issues.

Ok, for those who missed it, Kaluuya just did an interview with the aforementioned Radio Times. Now, during the course of the conversation, he expressed that he didn’t want to become “the race guy” and that he’s “just Daniel, who happens to be Black.” Furthermore, he described the topic of race as “boring” and that it’s a “narrative that is pushed.” All in all, Kaluuya doesn’t really want to be bothered with these issues anymore.

Now, there are a couple of reasons why he’s way out of line for these statements. First, he’s operating in Hollywood, where Black people have had to fight for EONS for decent representation. Shit, based on the fact that #OscarsSoWhite was a very recent movement, it’s clear that minorities are STILL struggling for proper recognition. On top of that, with opportunities for Black actors being so scarce, a large number of British thespians, including Kaluuya, have been picked over scores of Black Americans who are looking for their shot. So, Kaluuya has benefitted from the path that was forged before him, but now doesn’t want to talk about inequality? Son, get the flying fuckity-fuck outta here!

Second, despite his assertion that most of his roles don’t revolve around race, the fact of the matter is, damn near all of the films that he’s known for have a strong undertone or flat-out overtone about racial issues. Hell, in Get Out, Chris Washington was fetishized for his potential by a White family. In Black Panther, W’Kabi followed Killmonger, who’s sole goal was Black liberation. In Queen & Slim, which I’ve already expressed my love for, his character and his lady were victims of an overzealous police officer, much like many Blacks here. Next, he’s scheduled to play Fred Hampton in an upcoming project. So, for someone who doesn’t want to deal with race, he sure spends a lot of fucking time playing roles soaked in it.

In the end, shutting the fuck up is free, man. Ultimately, no one is asking him to be the beacon of the movement. However, there’s no need for him to thumb his nose at a discussion that his films actively contribute to. By and by, non-American Black people always seem to have a skewed perspective about race in this country. At the end of the day, discrimination is DEEPLY rooted in how this nation was constructed and currently operates. The way I see it, if he doesn’t want to be bothered by it, then leave Hollywood the fuck alone, fam. That is all. LC out.

Conversations With Randi B.: Tyler Perry

So, I know what some people may be thinking, son: two posts in one day? What’s really good, LC? Well, the truth is, this may be a thing going forward. Basically, anytime I sit-in on Randi B.‘s podcast, I’m going to write a quick post about it. As of right now, it’s looking she’s going to drop that new fuego on Friday‘s. With that being said, I might have to double up on my posts during those days. Either way, good content is good content, man.

Anyway, on the latest episode, Randi and I chop it up about all things Tyler Perry (in addition to other topics). So, what else needs to be said, fam? Enjoy, share and comment! That is all. LC out.

I Understand Will Smith’s Beef With Tupac

So, to cut to the chase, I understand Will Smith, son. I mean, if my wife was as close to another dude as Jada Pinkett Smith was to Tupac Shakur, I’d have a couple of eyebrows raised too. With that being said, it was pretty dope for Smith to show that level of transparency, man. All in all, I wonder how everyone else would REALLY react if they were in his shoes. The way I see it, I feel like a lot of people would’ve wanted to engage in some fisticuffs, fam.

Ok, for those who missed it, Smith and Martin Lawrence are currently doing a press run for their new movie, Bad Boys for Life. Now, during a sit-down with Power 105.1‘s The Breakfast Club, Charlamagne Tha God asked Smith about his wife’s relationship with Shakur. To be more specific, he asked Smith if he was ever jealous of Jada’s friendship with Tupac. In response, Smith said “fuck yeah.” Taking it a step further, Smith admitted that despite the fact that Jada and Shakur weren’t physical, he was insecure about the love that they had for each other. In fact, he stated that he could never bring himself to be cool with Tupac because he couldn’t handle the bond between the two of them.

Now, look, I try my best to be a progressive dude, but fuck all that, bruh. Ok, yes, Jada and Tupac apparently never had sex with each other. However, that wasn’t for a lack of trying, son. Real talk, Jada already copped to the fact that her and Tupac kissed before. Yeah, she also said that they didn’t have any “sexual chemistry,” but I’m not rolling, man. Listen, I just have a hard time believing that they were as platonic as Jada makes it seem, fam. In my eyes, they were probably one drunken night away from rocking each other’s bells, bruh.

To be clear, I wholeheartedly believe that men and women can just be friends. On the real, I’m friends with a good number of women that I would never touch, son. Side note, that used to be a source of contention between my wife and I early in our relationship. Frankly, she struggled to believe that I wasn’t just trying to smash everyone. But, alas, no lines have been crossed, man. Anyway, if Jada and Tupac ever saw one another in the right light, even for a second, Will would be a distant fucking memory, fam. So, I completely understand his hesitation to get close to Tupac.

In the end, I’m sure there are people out there who will disagree with me, bruh. Ultimately, we’ll never know how that story would’ve turned out, son. By and by, maybe things were exactly like Jada said and there would’ve been no issue. Then again, maybe Tupac would’ve cashed in on their love and taken Jada from the “soft rapper.” At the end of the day, my Spidey-Sense says that Smith was right for keeping Tupac at arms-length, man. Shit, based on the way that he was wilin’ back then, who knows what Shakur might’ve done, fam. That is all. LC out.