just think about y’all millions and millions of little dark skinned black girls are going to go to the supermarket with their parents this month and when they’re waiting in line at the check out aisle they’re going to look up and see Lupita Nyong’o being hailed as the most beautiful woman in the world god is amazing
People magazine put Lupita whatshername on the cover as the most beautiful woman. Politically correct just like the Oscar she received?
A magazine can put whoever they wish on the cover. Calling anybody the most beautiful woman is risky and very naive. She is very beautiful for a black woman but I doubt she is the most beautiful black woman out there.
It has nothing to do with political correctness. It’s just a magazine being silly. Not an award.
I dislike her beyond words but not everything she does is bad. As of late she is just a mindless, characterless puppet to the media.
But let’s also talk about these fake ass people on twitter (side eyeing these FSU students and white folks) coming out of the wood works acting like they’ve always been for FAMU, but since 1887 (well before then too, but 1887 was the yr FAMU was founded) they’ve been treating us like second class citizens. Bitch please.
Black parents be on some other shit. They call your name and you yell back “yes?” but then they act like they don’t hear you but let yo ass try to mumble something. All the sudden this bitch got super sonic hearing.
Following your interview on Oprah, your comments speaking on “the new black” has been weighing heavily on my mind. Maybe it’s the pure ignorance of your comments that has my mind rattling or maybe it’s because it’s the utter arrogance you have in thinking that you’ve somehow transcended your race. It wasn’t that long ago when I used to distance myself from other black people on the basis that I thought I was different. I thought I had somehow broke the mold because I listened to alternative music and knew what cosplay was. So ignorantly, I put myself into an imaginary sub category.
It wasn’t until this past summer, while watching the George Zimmerman trials and hearing all the hatred being flung in the direction of a dead child and his grieving family who were strangers to many, that the rose colored glasses I had been wearing broke.
It dawned on me that my blackness wasn’t something I could hide behind activities that had been deemed “white”. My skin will always be the first thing that will greet people at the door before my accolades or hobbies could even reach the door mat. So instead of being a part of the problem, I decided to be a part of the solution in destroying the idea that I was a special little snowflakes.
But that hasn’t resonated with you in your forty plus years of life.
You’ve decided to take it upon yourself and create an elite new group of black people that refer to themselves as “the new black”. Your money and success has blinded your consciousness and your empathy for your own race. You’ve decided that you were too good for us and went to extreme lengths to distance yourself.
Blackness isn’t a state mind. It isn’t something that you can market and sell to the multitudes. My skin color isn’t something I have to make work. People’s ignorance and blatant hatred is what I have to navigate through. You say that “the new black” people don’t blame other for their races, so let’s talk about how your comments are holding our race back. My dreams are boundless and doesn’t need erase my race in order to come into fruition.
A person comfortable in their “old” blackness
”—Open Letter to Pharrell about “The New Black (via bellecosby)