A quick history lesson. Earlier this year, Jay Z acquired Aspiro, which is the company that developed Tidal. Tidal is a one-of-a-kind music streaming service that offers HiFi (High Fidelity) sound quality to users. Tidal, unlike other streaming services, pays artists and song writers high royalties for providing their music to subscribers. 16 artists, including Jay Z himself, are co-owners and stakeholders of Tidal. The list consists of artists such as Nicki Minaj, Alicia Keys, Daft Punk, Kanye West and J. Cole, to name a few. Continue reading
Congrats to the team that remained classy from the very beginning. The Warriors fought hard and played together and deserve this victory!
She inspired me at 16 and continues to do so in my adulthood. She’s one of the most iconic artists that I’m grateful to have as a spirit sister. Happy Birthday to the beautiful, Lauryn Hill!
History has been known to repeat itself and sometimes in the most unexpected ways. Racial inequalities were once the driving force of politics, crime and media. Our parents, grandparents, elders, civil rights activists all lived in a world that they had to fight their way through with skin made of steel. Those whom came before the younger generations fought with the hope that the future would be a much better place to live. However, present day must seem like déjà vu to many. Continue reading
What seemed like a never-ending judicial process, a verdict has finally been reached in the Aaron Hernandez murder trial. Once a star athlete, making millions as a talented NFL player for the New England Patriots, he is now a convicted murderer serving life in prison. Continue reading
I already know that this post is going to raise some eyebrows and cause some strong side-eyes. So, before I get into the meat of what I’m about to say, just know that I accept the adverse reactions, but my opinion is what it is and if you read to the end, it’s really not that bad…I promise.
This post arose from a recent story I’ve been following about how Empire actor, Terrence Howard, wanted to begin using it on Fox’s hit show. The show is centered around a family that builds a hip-hop empire, with each family member rapping, singing, producing, or managing in some capacity. Terrence feels that using “nigga” on the show would add authenticity since it’s used in every day conversations within the Black community. After thinking about this concept for a few days, I immediately got uncomfortable, but I couldn’t understand what was making me feel so uneasy. After all, I use the word on a very regular basis. Then I heard Taraji P. Henson’s interview (she also stars on Empire) and it made sense. She said it perfectly; the world isn’t ready for that. National television isn’t the place for it’s use, but if Empire were a movie or on cable TV, then it would certainly be added to the script.
So, I’m asking myself on a daily basis now: if the world isn’t ready, than what does my use of the word mean in my everyday life? Am I a bad person because I say, “nigga”? No. I believe I fall into a category of people who really don’t think there’s anything wrong when using it within the Black community, among our peers. Let’s be honest…the word has become a part of OUR culture. However, I will admit that I hate when I hear any race outside of Black, using IT. Hell, I even hate when I hear my Puerto Rican family members using the word. Of course, it’s a part of daily vocabulary, but I can’t ignore the fact that I may be contributing to why it is so common. What would happen if a prime-time TV show began incorporating “nigga” into its script? All hell would break loose; that’s exactly what would happen.
With so many tensions rising between police officers and the Black community and there being consistent reminders that racism is very much alive, it may not be that the world isn’t ready, but maybe it’s just bad timing. The reality is, even though I feel comfortable enough to use the term loosely, there are people in this world who really hate it, are offended by it, are hurt by it, feel belittled by it, consider it to be racist. I feel like those are the ones who we need to be mindful of. Freedom of speech is an American liberty that I enjoy, but even reading the title of my blog post today, some may have cringed or gotten enraged. Will I ever change this form of expression I’ve so openly embraced? Not sure.
Please don’t take my distance from the the cyber world as a sign of neglect for my blog site. But, you know when you walk into your house or apartment and it just doesn’t feel like home? Like it’s missing something? Maybe you have to go to Ikea and grab the perfect couch or the perfect coffee table. Maybe you need to put up some family pictures or pieces of art. Whatever IT is that’s missing, you may feel something in the pit of your stomach that reveals itself and doesn’t go away until you’ve found the missing puzzle piece.
Well, that’s kind of what I feel like right now. I love blogging and have developed a safe haven where I can freely express myself, on my own terms. However, lately I’ve felt like something has been missing from my “home” and it has kept me from actually writing a blog post for almost a month. I’ve gone weeks without putting my thoughts on screen and it’s all because I don’t want to write bullshit.
So much has been happening around the world. We have a fraternity that was caught on tape, singing about hanging niggers from a tree. President Obama made history by celebrating the 50th anniversary of the march in Selma. Stars are coming “out” on the The Ellen DeGeneres Show. Black actors and actresses are finally getting leading roles on prime-time television. Some big things are happening and I still don’t have anything to write about. Why? Because the rest of the world is writing about the same damn thing. I love talking about pop culture and to tell you the truth, it brings in many readers. But, I want something much greater than the next Necolebitchie.com. I want to really make a difference. I want to become the best writer that I can be and not for all of you, but for me.
I’m in the midst of a season of change and I’m embracing it. I have shared all of my ups and downs, my epiphanies, my ideas, my everything on Danithedreamgirl.com and I will continue to do so. No matter what comes of my site, just know that I don’t want to just feed all of YOU the same old crap that you see on every other blog site. I want my ish to mean something. Ahhhhh, now that I’ve gotten all of that off of my chest, I can breathe again.
With Valentine’s Day in our rear view mirrors, it’s probably appropriate to talk about the art of breaking up (hee hee). You could say that recent events in my own life have made me stop and think about why breaking up is so hard to do. I personally commend all of those heartless men and women out there who have the ability to sever ties and not look back. Me? I’m like that puppy that knows when you’re going out of town and all they do is whimper and cry as you pack your bags, as if it will change someone’s mind. I mean, call it separation anxiety or being a softy, but I just don’t break up with people…I just CAN’T do it!
So, here’s MY deal. I get so attached to people, I invest all of my energy into someone that when the time comes and the dreadful downward spiral begins, it just seems impossible. It honestly feels like breaking up would be the equivalent of not having an arm or not being able to breathe…you just can’t imagine that, right?
Can you break up with someone? How do you do it? Is it this insane build up of awkward exchanges then one day you finally break and blurt out, “YOU CAN’T SIT WITH US?!” like in the movie Mean Girls? Or do you just distance yourself until the other person breaks up with you so that you don’t have to do the dirty work? Or do you just disappear and hope that no one notices? I’m sure someONE must have the answers…right?
Far too often relationships feel like a chore and from a very young age, many of us have heard relationships take work and love is hard. But, I’m not so sure that’s true. If two people are in love, sure, there will be tough times, but shouldn’t it be the ONE thing in life that you don’t have to work at? Shouldn’t it be that “gimme” from God that’s just not too hard? Maybe if being with someone was understood to be just a temporary “thing” then ending it wouldn’t be such a difficult task. At some point I’m sure I’ll have to grow up and put my big girl panties on and learn how to do the breaking up thing, but for now I’ll let the grown-ups master that art. I’m OK with being an incapable 32-year-old sucker!