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.

‘Power’ Recap: Paz Is The Dumbest Motherf*cker Ever

Disclaimer: I’m sure everybody understands how spoilers work, son. Act accordingly.

So, despite the fact that I’ve seen every single episode of Power, I believe that I’ve only written about the show twice. Side bar, in both cases, I was busy cursing out Tariq St. Patrick. In any case, last night’s episode was so preposterous, I felt obligated to talk about it, son. With that being said, let’s get into all of Paz Valdes‘ unscrupulous shenanigans.

Ok, before I even continue, let me make one thing clear, man. Real talk, NOBODY asked for a Paz Valdes episode, fam. Like, who gives a flying fuckity-fuck about Angela Valdes‘ sister, bruh? Shit, I barely gave a fuck about Angela, son. So, why would the team at Starz dedicate an entire hour to this doof of a woman? All I know is, NOTHING she does in this episode makes sense, people. So, let’s talk about some of her tomfoolery.

To begin, despite the fact that EVERY law enforcement agency has advised her that James St. Patrick didn’t kill Angela, Paz is still on a kamikaze mission. Now, since she’s hell-bent on bringing Ghost down, she makes several idiotic moves. First, she goes to Ghost‘s club and tries to get him to confess on tape. When that doesn’t work, she turns over incriminating evidence against her sister with the hope that it’ll bring down Ghost too. When that doesn’t work, she tries to convince Tommy Egan to kill Ghost, which is hilarious because Egan is the one who ACTUALLY killed Angela. Finally, after ensuring that her family will never get Angela’s pension, Paz turns down the money left in Ghost’s will. Meaning, her son and her father will continue to suffer under the weight of poverty.

Furthermore, the believability of this show continues to be nonexistent, man. Am I really supposed to believe that Paz would be able to sneak a gun into Ghost’s club? Especially since he’s running for Lieutenant Governor of New York? Man, if y’all don’t knock it the fuck off, fam. Keeping it a buck, Power stopped being realistic after Kanan Stark miraculously made it out of a burning building. Since then, the dialogue has been trash and the plot has been ridiculous. The truth is, I’m only watching the show because I need to finish what I started, bruh. At this point, I’m too far in to stop now, brethren. Side note, there’s a sexual pun in there, but I’ll just leave that in the air.

In the end, miss me with the Paz Valdes stupidity. Ultimately, no one needed this episode, son. By and by, Angela wasn’t as innocent as Paz likes to think she was. At the end of the day, Angela was a willing participant in Ghost’s nefarious activities. So, she got herself in the middle of some shit she had no business being in. From there, the streets did what the streets do, man. All I can say is, good riddance to the entire Valdes family, fam. That is all. LC out.

Tyler Perry: Work Ethic vs. Quality

So, I won’t lie, son. Real talk, I’m going to be talking out of both sides of my mouth in this post, man. On one hand, I respect the fuck out of Tyler Perry‘s success, fam. I mean, I tried to make that perfectly clear in my previous post about his production studio. Look, I’m in absolute awe of what this man has been able to accomplish, bruh. The way I see it, we all need to applaud a Black man who has been able to carve his place into Hollywood. On the other hand, I’ve always found his writing underwhelming as shit, bruh. With that being said, he might need to employ some writers, brethren.

Ok, for those who missed it, Perry posted an interesting video on Twitter the other day. Now, in the 35-second clip, Perry showed his audience stacks of screenplays from his MANY shows. In addition, he highlighted the fact that he doesn’t have a writer’s room and is the sole creator of all of his content. Moving on, the purpose of the video was to let people know that his work ethic was/is strong.

Now, there is NO way that I can argue with that man’s hustle, son. Keeping it a buck, it’s super impressive that he was able to get so much done in 2019. But, I also have a completely different outlook on this situation, man. Shit, as I said in the first paragraph, Tyler Perry is not that good of a writer, fam. Look, I can’t even count the number of times that I’ve cringed during a movie or a television show from that guy. The truth is, I always end up supporting because I want him to keep breaking barriers in Tinseltown. However, I’m not going to sit here and pretend like he makes prolific material, bruh.

With all of that being said, I TRULY believe that Perry would benefit from having other scribes in the room. Hell, he’s currently writing a show called Sistas on BET. For reference, the show is about how Black women work, love and live in Atlanta. Now, am I supposed to believe that Tyler Perry is the fucking expert on Black women matters? Like, he really doesn’t think that having at least ONE Black woman in the room would be beneficial? Come the fuck on, son. Yes, his work ethic is admirable, but that also sounds like an ego trip, man.

Also, as I’ve mentioned before, he has an entire production studio in Atlanta. I can guarantee that there are TONS of Black writers who would love to get down on some of his projects. So, why not just employ them, fam? Why not give them a chance to offer some different perspectives? The way I see it, working with others would be a win-win, bruh. First, his questionable writing would probably improve AND he would be giving newcomers a shot at acclaim. All in all, I don’t see how this would be a bad idea, folks.

In the end, I don’t want this to seem like I’m hating, son. If anything, I’m trying to help Perry win, man. Then again, as successful as he is, my opinion probably doesn’t fucking matter, fam. But, as a consumer, I’ve NEVER been satisfied with any of Perry’s work. By and by, based on the fact that he does EVERYTHING himself, I can see why, bruh. At the end of the day, there’s nothing wrong with getting some help, brethren. That is all. LC out.

Whose Mans Is Chet Hanks?

So, before I even begin this post, I’d like to give everyone some background on my upbringing. Now, I’m a first-generation American whose mother was born in Barbados and whose father was born in St. Vincent. Furthermore, I have extended family members from Jamaica, Trinidad, Grenada, Antigua, you name it. In addition, I’m married to a woman whose entire family is from Nevis. Meaning, I’m as Caribbean as they come, son. With all of that being said, what in the entire fuck was Chet Hanks doing at the Golden Globes, fam?

Ok, for those who missed it, Chet’s father, the incomparable Tom Hanks, was being presented a lifetime achievement award at this year’s Golden Globes. Needless to say, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that Chet was there. However, his appearance on the red carpet was thoroughly baffling, man. I mean, out of fucking nowhere, dude decided to talk to the press in a patois accent straight out of the 99 Cent Store. Bruh, what “island massive” was Chet referring to? The fucking bar staff at a Sandals resort? For the love of God, why is Chet always doing some fuckity-fuck shit, son?

To be clear, this is not the first time that Chet has engaged in nonsensical shenanigans. Shit, just a few years ago, he was a rapper who looooved saying the word “nigga.” Now, all of a sudden, he’s the new fucking Collie Buddz? Side note, that ain’t a knock against Collie Buddz, man. On the real, I’m a big fan of that dude, folks. In any case, this culture vulture shit needs to stop, fam. Hell, he’s the son of a cotdamn legend, people. Real talk, he doesn’t have to always partake in the fuckery, brethren.

In the end, I have nothing else to say, bruh. Ultimately, I want everyone to watch the video for themselves. By and by, after getting past the fact that the video is hilarious, we need to pack Chet Hanks in a box somewhere. At the end of the day, he’s a habitual line-stepper who has to be defeated, son. At this point, I’m pretty sure that Tom would rather rock out with Wilson than Chet, man. That is all. LC out.

‘Peter Pan’ Is A Wild A*s Movie

'Peter Pan' Is A Wild As Movie

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I’m not going to sit here and pretend like I didn’t know that Disney had some problematic ass movies. But, since I haven’t seen a lot of these films in a long time, it was crazy to get re-acclimated to some of the tomfoolery, man. With that being said, Peter Pan is a wild ass movie, fam. All in all, I might have a warped sense of humor, but I was blown away by the depiction of Native Americans in his film.

Ok, as I’ve stated in a previous post, I’ve been all about that Disney+ life since the app dropped. In any case, since all of the classics are at the push of a button, I’ve been trying to familiarize my kids with some of the shit that I grew up on. Moving on, on Saturday night, my wife and I decided to pull Peter Pan out of the bag. Now, I’m fully aware that Peter is a brat of the highest degree. However, I legitimately forgot about the way Native Americans are represented in this movie. Needless to say, film studios wouldn’t be able to get away with all of that “red face” fuckery in 2019, bruh.

Now, to be fair, I know that Disney added a disclaimer saying “this program is presented as originally created. It may contain outdated cultural depictions.” Yes, I understand that’s their way of absolving themselves of new-age critique. Real talk, I’m not even necessarily upset by any of this, son. If anything, it shows just how far we’ve come in like 60 years. Shit, racism is still very much alive and kicking, but at least studios know better than to try and get this shit off in today’s era.

In the end, I don’t even know what else to say, son. Ultimately, people like to pretend like bigotry is some foreign ass concept that hasn’t existed in eons. The fact is, all of us have a parent or grandparent who was alive when it was fashionable to be this bias. So, we all need to stop pretending like a “post-racial” America even exists, man. At the end of the day, all this country did is tell folks not to say that shit in public. Then again, as we can tell from this current climate, this nation has backslid on all of those ideals, fam. That is all. LC out.

P.S. I didn’t even get to the bugged out shit that Peter says to Wendy and the mermaids, son. All I know is, Peter might not rank high on any feminist lists, man. Good day.

My Weekly Column With Randi B.

Ok, I’m going to try and keep this post short today, son. Now, I’m fully aware of the fact that I say this a lot and never deliver, fam. However, I’m trying to be a man of my word today. In any case, I want to let everyone in on some good news: I’m now doing a weekly guest column on a fellow blogger’s site. So, I need everyone to head over to Randi Bryant‘s blog and support the both of us, bruh.

Now, real quick, here’s how this is going to work, son. So, on Friday‘s, I’m going to be sharing some of my shenanigans with Randi’s audience. With that being said, I want to give her a MAJOR shout-out for allowing me to write my thoughts on her platform. Look, being a blogger myself, it’s a big step letting another writer in. With that being said, I’ll do my best to not engage in any unnecessary tomfoolery, man.

In the end, it’s very simple, fam. Ultimately, I want everyone to go support Randi’s blog. Now, I’m not just saying that because I’m contributing, bruh. Real talk, there’s a lot of great content that speaks to the experiences of Black women and the Black community, in general. So, do the right thing, son. Let’s get down with the getdown, man. That is all. LC out.

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.