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Randomness: Playing Cops N’ Carjackers

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When I was seven I enjoyed playing with “My Little Pony,” Little People and Barbie Dolls. (I also enjoyed “Miss Mary Mack” and being bossy.) But it never occurred to my sisters or myself to act out scenes from “Grand Theft Auto.” (Tip courtesy of Snob Reader Desiree)

That said, since I was so busy saying “ya know” ten-thousand times in my NPR debut, I’m going to take a breather and update the site midday tomorrow. Feel free to debate amongst yourselves about whether or not the press will continue to live fat off of Rev. Jeremiah Wright footage.)


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April 30, 2008 at 11:30 pm

The Snob on NPR!

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Be wowed by my insights and opinions (and I hope I sound O-Tay!) Here’s the link to my NPR appearance. I hope it won’t be my last.

And here’s a description of what we chatted about:

News & Notes , April 30, 2008 · Some political minds are wondering if Barack Obama’s campaign staff has enough color. Plus, actor Wesley Snipes gets ready for his prison stripes. We’ve got that and more on today’s bloggers roundtable. Joining in are Carmen Dixon of All About Race; Wayne Bennett of The Field Negro; and Danielle Belton of Black Snob.

PS. The little girl in the photo is the “Littlest Snob” in The Snob family, Baby Sis. She’s taller now, but not by much.

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April 30, 2008 at 7:50 pm

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Profiles In Sexy: Jill Marie Jones

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The Great Wall of Sexy
Jill Marie Jones, The Sexy Is Awesome

I think if I could look like any actress it would be a toss up between earth child Lisa Bonet and No. 1 stunner Jill Marie Jones.

Bonet looks ethereal and mysterious. Jones is just fucking hot. I mean, seriously. Her face is flawless, classic hot black girl with luscious lips and big brown eyes. This was the kind of girl I saw and went, “I don’t have a fucking chance.” On top of that, she has a body worthy of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders of which she was once a member. When I saw her on “Girlfriends” it was girl crush at first sight.

Of all the actresses (and characters) on “Girlfriends” Jill Marie Jones’ Toni Childs was the greatest, sexiest, crazy person ever. She was narcissistic. She was a gold digger. She was manipulative. She was pathologically self-centered. On top of that she had the best comic timing on the show. She was the show, as far as I was concerned and I promptly stop watching it the minute she wasn’t there any more. I mean, I like Persia White, Golden Brooks and Tracee Ellis Ross as much as the next person, but Jones as awesome and Toni was an iconic character, like Jasmine Guy’s Whitley Gilbert. It was career defining.

I hope Jones will get more work and do better post-Girlfriends than Guy did post “A Different World.” She’s just too, too sexy, but that might also be her curse. She’s not sexy in the way Gabrielle Union is crazy-cute adorable or in the way Sanaa Lathan and Kerry Washington are pretty, pretty BAPS. Jones is so hot she’s at a Halle Berry level of mystifyingly sexy. I hate to say it, but sometimes I think the only reason why she’s not taking off in her career is because Jones is not half-white and not light-skinned. Her sexy is her burden. She’s too fierce to be the “best friend” in a flick, but Halle Berry isn’t going to cede the two roles she gets a year to any newcomer.

God. Jill Marie. If you don’t blow up that’s a terrible waste of sexy.

For more of the Great Wall of Sexy check out the Great Wall of Sexy page on Flickr.

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April 30, 2008 at 7:23 pm

It’s Like ‘Where’s Waldo?’ For Black Campaign Staffers

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I wrote this piece before Rev. Jeremiah Wright started speaking out publicly against his detractors, creating a media storm that lead to Barack Obama fully breaking from the man. This story is about Obama and is about race, but it could also be tied to the Wright drama as both are about Obama’s relationship with black America and the impossible bind he is in to stay true to his roots while trying to be all things to all people.

Papa Snob has been playing this game with me for months now called “Spot the Black Person Working for the Obama Campaign.” It’s become an obsession. First it was just about Barack Obama’s Secret Service detail that initially didn’t always have a black officer embedded with him.

My father thought this was incredibly dumb, since Obama stood out so obviously with five white guys in suits surrounding him.

But things quickly shifted to staffers on the Obama campaign. While we regularly saw established black political surrogates backing him on TV and lots of black volunteers on the ground, my father was interested in paid staff, the political upstarts who gravitate to an political star’s esteem to become the speech writers, the press secretaries, the policy wonks and the many other people who make up the Executive Branch.

Many politicians, black and white of both parties, have nourished black political talent from within, creating a launching pad stunning careers. From TV pundit Amy Holmes, a former speech writer for Senator Bill Frist to super Clinton fund raiser Ron Brown, appointed to be the Secretary of Commerce in the Clinton Administration. There are countless black politicians/activists have been mentors to young people, like Democrat Jesse Jackson and former US Congressman Bill Clay.

So my father was interested in the fact that when CBS News did a story on Obama’s War Room, not unlike legendary War Rooms who launched James Carville and Karl Rove to infamy, there was nary a brown face in sight.

Unless you count Michelle Obama, in the video the majority of staffers were youngish white males, some older, ex-Clinton pugilists and some women, also white.

Papa Snob made the observation that while he realized Obama couldn’t appear to be blacker-than-black in his quest for the nomination, he was a little disturbed that he’s seen no black person, besides oracle of commerce Oprah Winfrey, show up as a integral part of his staff. He said if Obama can’t afford to be too chummy with black people now, why is there any impression that he will be more sympathetic than past presidents. And traditionally the members of his War Room now, will make up his war chest in Washington.

Papa Snob is even more pragmatic and less prone to flights of fancy than myself and thinks black people are being a little deluded if they think Obama is going to devote much time to black issues in his administration. And he found this particularly galling since everything in Obama’s background before now demonstrated he was deeply involved in and committed to black people.

My take? Obama does have some black senior staffers (including Cornell Belcher, Cassandra Butts and Eureka Gilkey), but they aren’t as widely known or as omnipresent in the media. But I think there is a larger issue at play. How far will the right, the media and detractors on push Obama until he goes a Sister Soulja too far. As an optimist, I want to disagree with him, but as a pragmatist, I think he’s on to something. I always thought it would be difficult for Obama to tackle “black” issues head on, lest the press and the Republicans start race baiting or worse, start pushing for a tougher stance on controversial issues like Affirmative Action, accusing any Negro who comes within 300 yards of Barack of being an unqualified, “Kill Whitey” hire.

I think Barack will be able to shape some issues as being broader than blackness, like poverty. But some things, like our abysmal public education system and health issues, have a definite black and brown component.

So, is my dad right?

Do you think Barack is going to give us the cold shoulder if he makes it to the White House? And if my dad is wrong about Barack’s staff, I’d love to tell him the names of paid staffers who are black who are playing a major role in his campaign. So feel free to let me know below. I’m not quite sure how to get “Obama black staffer” out of the Google.

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April 30, 2008 at 1:00 pm

"Chicken Roost" Gate Continues!

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This is what happens when your chickens get out of the gate, have a night on the town getting wasted and come home to throw up in the unsuspecting laps of innocent bystanders.

At the Howard University School of Divinity Tuesday, Barbara Reynolds, head of the National Press Club speaker’s committee, responds to allegations that she invited Rev. Jeremiah Wright to speak before the club with an ulterior motive to harm Sen. Barack Obama’s campaign. (Hamil Harris / The Washington Post)

From the Washington Post’sOn The Trail” blog (Also from Snob reader Carl Walker, who has been all over this, as I have been too busy contemplating the sexual subtexts of Subway commercials and grieving over why I couldn’t be at Coachella with Prince. It makes me want to cry every time I think about it too hard. Why? Why didn’t I just blow my meager savings and go? It’s like having a chance to risk it all on love. Instead I settled to stay put with my money. And can you sing “Purple Rain” money? CAN YOU??? Sure, I’d be broke but I’d have my purple memories. I’m sorry. I … I have to lie down now.)

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April 30, 2008 at 12:52 am

I’m A Creep (for Prince). UPDATE

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UPDATE: The Purple Cops at YouTube have taken down the video that I initially had up of Prince’s performance of Radiohead’s “Creep” from Coachella. Fortunately I downloaded a copy for personal use. Until then, please settle for this review of the show by the Associated Press that made me wish I was still in California blowing insane amounts of money for a chance a Prince-phoria. (It’s all high. No come down.) I hope the Purple Cops showed up because they want to sell a DVD of this performance that I am so FREAKIN’ SAD about missing.

Prince, if you really love me. You’ll put your performance of Radiohead’s “Creep” at Coachella April 27th onto a CD/DVD/Dear God, ANYTHING so I can plunk down whatever you see fit to charge so I can own it.

I don’t know how you fellow Snobs feel about Prince, but I, quite famously, went to every performance he gave in California four years ago during his Musicology Tour.

Mind you. I went into debt because I always bought two tickets as I was obsessed with turning people on to Prince. But I can’t help it. I’m a Prince fan. It’s both a blessing and a curse.

I usual don’t demonstrate my insane degree of Prince-phillia as unlike my TJ fetish it DOES border on creepy, but it’s a happy, Black Snob brand of creepy! Not put your pet rabbit in a microwave creepy.

Hence why I need this Radiohead cover in my life. To paraphrase the 90s grunge-era lyrics of the British band, I am a creep (for Prince.) I am a weirdo (for Prince.) I wish I was special (like Prince.) He’s so fucking special.

I just don’t care if anyone thinks he’s weird. Your loss, man! More Prince for me!

Prince is my drug of choice (next to Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, B-boys and Grey’s Anatomy) and for a brief experience while watching and listening to this grainy Coachella video I caught a contact high that turned to a brief dash of euphoria, the same kind I had at all of those concerts.

If I could grind Prince up I would have snorted him away years ago and I’d be in Prince-rehab Prince-jonesing for some Prince-brand methadone.

What would Prince Methadone be? Lenny Kravitz (who I also like), Terence Trent D’Arby (Who I like more than Kravitz but not as much as Prince) or Michael Jackson?

And would that be 80s Michael Jackson methadone? Because I don’t want anything post the Dangerous Album.

I’m going to keep it real here–I would stalk Prince in real life if hundreds of other Purple fanatics hadn’t beat me to the punch. And I feel so ripped off being born in ’77 instead of ’64 because then I would have been old enough to stalk a much more accessible Prince during the bulk of his late 70s-80s hey day. Sharing eyeliner and wearing matching outfits. I would have been that girl in lace, fingers-out gloves and fishnets as Vanity never would have had the privilege of being fucked up by His Royal Badness because I would have been, “No, bitch. ME FIRST.”

And I can actually fucking sing. Unlike Vanity. Appolonia. Martika. Carmen Elecrtra. Countless other bitches who Prince was screwing who couldn’t sing.

Sigh. We’ll always have Fresno, Mr. Nelson.

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April 30, 2008 at 12:44 am

The Chickens Came Home With A C-O-N-spiracy?!?!?!

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Down thread of my “Obama’s Chickens Coming Home to Say They Have Nothing to Apologize For” post Carl Walker chimed in with this link, hinting at a possible C-O-N-spiracy in Rev. Wright’s gawd awful timing.

From the Daily News’ Errol Lewis:

Shortly before he rose to deliver his rambling, angry, sarcastic remarks at the National Press Club Monday, Wright sat next to, and chatted with, Barbara Reynolds.

A former editorial board member at USA Today, she runs something called Reynolds News Services and teaches ministry at the Howard University School of Divinity. (She is an ordained minister).

It also turns out that Reynolds – introduced Monday as a member of the National Press Club “who organized” the event – is an enthusiastic Hillary Clinton supporter.

I’m not big on conspiracy theories of any kind. If anything this was probably a “one-woman” conspiracy where she may have seen a chance to stir the pot, but everyone from FOX News to the NAACP wanted to get a piece of Wright as any interview, speech or letter of correspondence would be a big coup.

I don’t know if Reynolds’ eagerness to help Wright stage a disastrous news conference with the national media was a way of trying to help Clinton – my queries to Reynolds by phone and e-mail weren’t returned yesterday – but it’s safe to say she didn’t see any conflict between promoting Wright and supporting Clinton.

And the timing could have worst. He could have popped his head up to pepper people with black “truthiness” just before the election in Pennsylvania. Of course he’s just in time to fuck shit up in Indiana and North Carolina. So, go nuts conspiracy hounds. But if you ask me, the culprit of all conspiracies is Ms. Scarlett in the living room with the candlestick.

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April 29, 2008 at 9:29 pm