He Is Who He Is – Really (A Second Look at Jay-Z and Beyonce)
I write this begrudgingly. First, I stand behind what I said in my last post about Jay-Z’s public adoration of baby Blue and the fact that it’s not quite on par with his praise for wife Beyonce. I still believe that…
The Lady Who Killed Him
I pronounced the gentleman dead, but who killed him? I wish I could say it was Miss Scarlet in the conservatory with a candlestick, but the clues suggest it was less dramatic than that. It was likely a series of events…
The Death of the Gentleman
I miss him. We cross paths every once in awhile, as he holds a door here or offers a seat there, but our time together is brief. And there is one area in which I miss him most: the dating…
Marriage? For What?
“Marriage? For what?” That was the sound bite my two girlfriends and I caught from a conversation between two young black men as we strolled down the streets of Harlem. “He’s right,” one of my girlfriends said. “Most women give men…