sometimes it’s hard to accept that they’re really gone. We’ll love you forever Whitney.
Thanks for everything.
February 21, 2012 at 7:11 pm (beautiful, black girls rock, celebrate, gratitude, greatness, love, music, soul)
February 6, 2012 at 10:01 pm (art, beautiful, black girls rock, celebrate, dream, greatness, POW!, soul, today)
Happy Monday! Needless to say that my city is electric with the SuperBowl win from yesterday, Go Giants! It’s great to be the champions once again. The feeling of pride is unmistakable as you, for an instant befriend a complete stranger in celebration of victory. Team spirit is indeed in the air. You feel, even if for a brief moment, unstoppable. I love my city. I love victory. Who doesn’t want to win? The excitement of knowing you worked for something and it paid off, came in first during a race, finished a project or, by some chance was chosen at random to win first prize. It’s a victory and it feels darn good!
The first two months of the year mark awards season in the entertainment industry. We are flooded with the Oscars, Grammys, Golden Globes, SAG, Critics’ Choice and probably more that I’m unaware of but nonetheless important to those who seek the ultimate prize for a job well done. In this season, I’ve been following the winning track of the stars of the incredible movie, The Help. This amazing film which stars Viola Davis and Octavia Spencer was adapted by the bestselling book of the same title by Kathryn Stockett. Both the film and book were remarkable and the characters of Aibileen and Minny were brought to life and beyond through the talents of Davis and Spencer. The Help received major acclaim and undoubtedly would be included in the list of films to receive many accolades this award season.
Well, as predicted, the film, Viola and Octavia have received many awards praising their work. Both women, both humbled to be acknowledged by their peers, both are now the “it” girls of the season. Both gracing magazine covers and fashion spreads that, I promise, wouldn’t have given them a second glance before. Now, they are a big deal. They are gifted. They are beautiful. They are black girls who rock.
But did they win? Is this a real victory for them? For us?
As a black woman, it’s hard not to take everything that happens to our people to heart. It’s what most of us do as a people. One wins, we all win. One fails, we’re mad as hell. LOL! I’ve heard the various commentaries about our sisters’ rise to this place and the fact that they had seemingly played roles lower than themselves in order to be seen as real actors. To some degree I get it. Why the acclaim for playing a maid? Why aren’t there roles for us as historical figures, sexy love stories, meaty dramas for us to portray our dynamic side for longer than 8 minutes in a feature film that isn’t written, produced, directed and starring Tyler Perry? Seriously, Ain’t I A Woman? Certainly not taking away from the importance and plight of Aibileen and Minny, but it seems as if playing something that drastic is what gets the masses’ attention. Halle won an Oscar for a lackluster performance in Monsters Ball. Seriously? She got twisted in a bunch of positions after saying “make me feel good…”, seriously? I can’t. Anyhoo, I digress. My point though is that our extraordinary brilliance doesn’t seem sufficient to get the recognition it deserves.
This weekend, Viola is featured in the LA Times magazine (http://www.latimesmagazine.com/2012/02/viola.html). In fact, she is on the cover, has a gorgeous spread and a wonderful article. Here’s the thing that struck me, she isn’t wearing a wig or weave and she is absolutely stunning! She could truly have a second career in modeling. With her career as an actor, she’s been seen on various red carpets and events, she always looks perfectly styled but we’ve never seen her with her natural cropped hair. The images are beautiful, her skin glows in all of its mocha glory in various all black ensembles and minimal makeup. It’s just enough makeup to play up depth in her eyes and her full mouth– gorgeous. So what’s the issue? Well the question arises, would she be celebrated like this in the start of her career? Could she now go on auditions and get roles without the aid of perfectly coifed wigs and weaves? Could her short, tight coils be emulated as much as Halle’s signature choppy, softly curled hair? Is she beautiful because she’s this close to winning an Oscar? After Julliard and 23 years in an industry who took notice of her 8 minutes playing opposite Meryl Streep (Doubt, 2008), is she just now worthy of praise?
An interesting quote from the LA Times article states, “Doing more with less—that’s quintessential Davis.” I suppose that will always be our lot to bear. Whether it’s making the role of a domestic somehow regal or the guttural growl of anguish of a single mother being silenced by multiple thrusts poignant; whatever we’re given, we make it work. But when I consider citing the careers of Halle, Mo’Nique, and Jennifer Hudson after their Oscar wins, I’m just not sure it’s always to our benefit.
Hopefully it will be different for Octavia and Viola. In the article, Viola shares hat she mentors young actors and those who aren’t sure they want to be actors. She also states that she is working to produce projects that will employ black actresses to have more fulfilling roles and to be afforded the same opportunity to shine as she does now so brightly. A necessary venture and a huge endeavor to undertake, she knows she will need the help of a benefactor or two in order to make it work and she has to move while she is the “hot black girl” on the scene.
So again I pose the question, do we win? Is this a victory? In some ways, undeniably yes, but in other ways, not so much. I would love it if Viola, as photographed in this spread, would be seen as sexy with substance and a story would be offered to her that truly had the complexities of being a woman. Showing depth, emotion, love, intimacy, success, struggle, all of it co-starring Denzel Washington as her love interest. Why is that such a stretch? And not a period piece set in slavery. Good grief. A story that encompasses the depth of the human story just because we’re human. But in the meantime, I’ll be glued to the TV waiting to hear her name called along with Octavia’s and cheer loudly knowing that for one moment, even if she never gets nominated again that we is kind, we is smart, we is important. We win.
February 3, 2012 at 3:17 pm (beautiful, black girls rock, celebrate, gratitude, greatness, soul)
February 2, 2012 at 3:15 pm (1970's, art, beautiful, celebrate, greatness, soul, the way we were)
Although this month began on a sad note with the loss of Don Cornelius, we still have much to celebrate. Our brilliance, style and genius is still often imitated but never duplicated. I pray we finally learn to appreciate ourselves and the endless contributions we’ve made to the world.
We are black gold..we still shine!
January 31, 2012 at 2:44 pm (beautiful, OMG SHOES!, so haute)
January 30, 2012 at 4:00 pm (art, beautiful, fashion, OMG SHOES!, so haute)
December 7, 2011 at 10:13 pm (art, beautiful, soul, words)
i heart this poem…njoy what the day brings.
This Type Love by Saul Williams
I want a love like me thinking of you thinking of me thinking of you type love or me telling my friends more than I’ve ever admitted to myself about how I feel about you type love or hating how jealous you are but loving how much you want me all to yourself type love
or seeing how your first name just sounds so good next to my last name.
and shit- I wanted to see how far I could get without calling you and I barely made it out of my garage.
See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls asleep then wonder if she’s dreaming about us being in love type love or who loves the other more or what she’s doing at this exact moment or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts.
Closing my eyes and imagining how a love so good could just hurt so much when she’s not there and shit I love not knowing where this love is headed type love.
And check this-
I wanna place those little post-it notes all around the house so she never forgets how much I love her type love
then not have enough ink in my pen to write all the love type love and hope I make her feel as good as she makes me feel
and I wanna deal with my friends making fun of me the way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love type love.
The only difference is this is one of those real type loves
and just like in high school I wanna spend hours on the phone not saying shit and then fall asleep and then wake up with her right next to me and smell her all up in my covers type love and I wanna try counting the ways I love her then lose count in the middle just so I could start all over again
and I wanna celebrate one of those one-month anniversaries even though they ain’t really anniversaries but doing it just ’cause it makes her happy type love
and check this-
I wanna fall in love with the melody the phone plays when our numbers dial in type love and talk to you until I lose my breath, she leaves me breathless, but with the expanding of my lungs I inhale all of her back into me.
I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone calling plan to something that allows me to talk to her longer ’cause in all honesty, I want to avoid one of them high cell phone bill type loves
and I don’t want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are I mean the lines on my palms don’t give me enough time to love you as long as I’d like to type love
and I want a love that makes me st-st-st-stutter just thinking about how strong this love is type love and I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair. Well maybe not all of the hair, maybe like I’d cut the split ends and trim the mustache but it would still be a symbol of how strong my love is for her.
I kind of feel comfortable now so I even be fantasize about walking out on a green light just dying to get hit by a car just so I could lose my memory, get transported to some third world country just to get treated and somehow meet up again with you so I could fall in love with you in a different language and see if it still feels the same type love.
I want a love that’s as unexplainable as she is, but I’m married so she is gonna be the one I share this love with.
November 2, 2011 at 3:49 pm (beautiful, black girls rock, POW!, today)