About a week ago I read a review for the new Sam Raimi horror flick Drag Me To Hell. The description offered went something like: Christine Brown is a loan officer at a bank. When she refuses to give an old Gypsy woman an extention
Note from nojojojo: One of the reasons I write for ABW is to get in touch with my inner angry black woman. This is because I’m not very angry outwardly — having grown up mostly in the South and being naturally mild-mannered, it takes a
This started popping up on my FaceBook and LJ a few hours ago and I had intended to write a thoughtful post about it. But really, do I need to? Not just because others have done so, but because you really don’t need long and
Chris Brown tried to choke Rihanna. That was while he was threatening to kill her. And the stans are out in force claiming that she deserved it/provoked him/he didn’t do it on purpose. I would say I don’t know WTF is wrong with people, but
There was much to be happy about today and I will blog about that in a bit, but I do need to point out something: Whoever was in charge of the logistics of this day from the Metro and other public transport to safely getting
I’m tired, ya’ll. Too tired to be angry. So tired of all this shit. The tiredness won’t last forever, of course; I’ll rebound, as I must. But I need a break. In the meantime, though — I’m cautiously heartened by this. Mehserle was arrested in
There’s been a lot of rhetoric lately about this idea that “real” Americans are middle class Christian white people living in small towns. Because somehow the POC in those towns? Not really American. People living in major cities? Not really American. People who are not
September 15th was the 45 year anniversarry of the 16th Street Church Bombing. Some background, for those who don’t know. In 1963, a group of white men who were members of the KKK planted bombs in a black church on a Sunday morning. When the
Surgeon sued for giving anesthetized patient temporary tattoo. The tattoo was not at all medical in nature. She had surgery for a herniated disc and the next morning discovered a rose tattoo had been placed on her abdomen below her panty line. The doctor doesn’t
This past weekend I was in Wisconsin for the WisCon convention. I have a lot of posts to write about that, including some ruminations on panels and some stuff about POC at WisCon. But this post is about something that happened during the convention that