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!
February 1, 2012 at 5:09 pm (1970's, celebrate, gratitude, greatness, music, soul)
August 29, 2011 at 4:03 pm (beautiful, celebrate, greatness, soul)
August 25, 2011 at 9:11 pm (black girls rock, celebrate, greatness)
August 24, 2011 at 1:51 pm (celebrate, greatness, sigh, soul, thoughts, today)
This week as already proven to be challenging, one of my good friends lost his mom, Val lost Nick, the East Coast even lost its balance for a few minutes during an earthquake. See…challenging. While most morphed into their roles as undercover prophets and preachers, bellowing for those to get right with God, others chose to joke (s/o to my Twitter timeline) or curse the church a bit and question why the so-called “prophets” didn’t predict the earth doing a quick shimmy. Really people? I could get all deep and say that also God used an earthquake to set Paul and Silas free from their bondage, go preach on that. But I digress.
True to form, when the quake happened people panicked and wanted to be near those they love most. What if this was the end? Will this be how I die? Is this pasta salad my last meal? Seriously, am I going to die single? C’mon! All kinds of things come to mind in those moments of panic. But the shaking stopped, and we’re still here. Shaken but here. But my friend’s mom is still gone and so is Nick. Life and death still stay on course and we have to move forward. For those of us who remain, the need to live better, take risks, love harder become so real. You remember that life is short and you want to race to pack in your bucket list and more into the quickly moving seconds of the day. I get it, trust. I too was ready to run a marathon, sail around the world, cure cancer, bring world peace within those few minutes of the earth break dancing. I didn’t want to leave it all like this, seemingly unfinished.
No one wants to leave this earth without being remembered as “good”. Even the most vile offender doesn’t want you to hold their wrong against them. They want to be remembered as that good son or daughter, father, mother or friend. This week as I stand ready to help my friend say good-bye to his mom, I can’t help to think of how he will remember her in the days to come. Will he have good memories of love and laughter? Will he remember her as a good thing?
Sigh…
Nick Ashford…I’ve had the pleasure seeing the amazing duo of Ashford and Simpson perform a few times, still able to move a crowd with their classic melodies. They’ve penned the most amazing songs ever placed in our life’s soundtrack. Truly gifted and prolific writers, they were able to write about the passion and longevity of lasting love and how to make this world a better place. What an amazing gift! What a tremendous loss. As Val says her last good-bye to Nick I know the words they wrote will resonate in her soul. I pray that good memories will comfort her in those quiet times. I pray the same for my friend and his family. Lastly I pray that we will do our best live life in such a way, that we too will be remembered as a good thing.
Rest in Peace Henrietta and Nick. Angels carry you home.
Remember me as a sunny day
That you once had, along the way
Didn’t I inspire you a little higher
Remember me as a funny clown
That made you laugh when you were down
Remember me as a big balloon
At a carnaval that ended too soon
Remember me as a breath of spring
Remember me as a good thing