I apologize for the delay. The dog ate my homework. I had a death in the family. I got caught in traffic. And then my car broke down. But, as President Obama told us last week, “no excuses”: Without further delay, your PostBourgie-approved reading material from the weekend: As a native Houstonian, I feel the Read More
Walter Cronkite died today at the age of 92. According to CBS News, he was at the tail end of the evening broadcast when the station received word that King had been assassinated.
Earlier this week, I was talking to G.D. about something I’d watched on television. “But I don’t want to write about it for PostBourgie,” I quickly added, “because a.) I really get sick of reading and writing about Tyler Perry and b.) I’d have to out myself as a Meet the Browns viewer.” But here Read More
Don Cornelius would like a word with you. Don’t make any dinner plans. In the meantime, your Post-Bourgie-approved reading material from the weekend: 1. Of course, homage must be paid to the King of Pop. But we will try to spare you from the overkill. Check out some really good write-ups here, here, here, here, Read More
Sister Toldja goes in on the current wave of interracial casting in mainstream films: I’m not sure how I feel about Hollywood’s new found (or perhaps revitalized***) comfort with paring Black women with White men, especially considering how infrequently we see quirky, cute, thoughtful films about Black women and Black men. I don’t necessarily see Read More
Y’all know we had to clown “review” ABC’s A Raisin in the Sun today, right? We’ll keep it brief and try not to rub our prediction of Diddy’s epic failure as Walter Lee too far in (though, come on, fam. You know we gon’ have to say somethin.) Here, in no particular order, are Read More
In the storm of even-less-concealed-than-usual animosity that was last night’s CNN Democratic presidential debate, John Edwards seemed determined to play the role of calm, expensively-coiffured port. His tsk-tsking, goody two-shoes though it may have been, reflected what a lot of us were thinking. John Edwards wanted his competitors to stop bickering and start addressing some Read More
The year: 1998. The crime: The Secret Diary of Desmond Pfieffer.
