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No Surprises at the Oscars
“Did I really earn this or did I just wear you all down?” Sandra Bullock’s first words as she accepted the Academy Award for best actress for her starring role in The Blind Side could have just as easily described the telecast that was “so long Avatar now takes place in the past.” Early favorites…
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Who You Calling a Bitch?
Ignoring the invention of the perm, black chicks are rarely—if ever—susceptible to magic. We don’t go up in pillars of smoke. We don’t disappear down suspect rabbit holes. And we don’t walk into coat closets, never to be heard from again. But somewhere along the journey from slave to soul sister to single lady, we…
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Single-Minded: When Every Man Seems ‘Suspect’
A friend of mine thinks lesbian sex involves the exchanging of blood. Speaking as the daughter of a lesbian and an L-Word fan, I tried to provide expert testimony to the contrary over pepperoni pizza. Then she goes, “Uh-uh, that’s not how” and continued to extrapolate on a homoerotic hemoglobin theory that would have been…
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Single-Minded: The Thrill of the Hunt
Looking for a new dude is a lot like looking for a new apartment. You don’t know if stainless steel is any better, but you’re holding out for it anyway. And even though the search can get exhausting, schlepping from one glorified closet disguised as a “cozy one-bedroom” on to the next one seems altogether…
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Single-Minded: There’s A Thin Line Between Love and Lunacy
Much like kids, crazy people say the darndest things. In was on Feb. 5, 2007, when astronaut Lisa Nowak traveled nearly 900 miles to “talk” to her lover’s lover with the aid of a steel mallet, diapers and latex gloves. While being interrogated by the police, Nowak described her affair with fellow space cowboy William…
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Single-Minded: On Dating Your Best Friend
The frustrating fact about falling for your friend is that it rarely works out like it does in the movies—like how it’s supposed to. Earlier this week, I went to see the celeb-riddled cheese fest, Valentine’s Day because I like to be up on what Hollywood thinks passes for real-life romance, no matter how destructive…
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Single-Minded: Single Doesn’t Mean Spinster
Googling oneself is always a dangerous enterprise. No matter how you may see yourself—hilarious, haughty, a bit hopeful—others will undoubtedly see you a different way—delusional, detrimental to society. And despite that ego-deflating fact, the periodic urge to type your name in an empty search box can seem so … productive. It is not. Unless playing…
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Single-Minded: On Not, Not Dating White Guys
It’s difficult to wrap one’s mind around existential inquiries over reggae beats. “So you don’t date white guys?” asked one such guy, his declaration shoddily camouflaged as a query—so notably lacking the uncertain inflection all question marks demand. Bravado mixed with Bounty Killa. But how does one argue the affirmative in the face of hipster…
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I Feel Bad for My Uterus
After a busy week packed with the scheduled ogling of other people’s offspring and the various ways in which babies incite both fear and longing in the middle of my body, I’ve been forced into zeroing in on my physical focal point. My uterus. And I feel sorry for it. I’ve been thinking a lot…
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Saturday Night Live Gets Laughs For Sketch About Abuse
It’s no big secret that we find physical anguish hilarious. Slipping on a banana peel (or some such) will always get you a laugh. A pie in the face? Painful and humiliating—a double yuck. And although I never quite got Steve Martin’s arrow-through-the-head bit, clearly it worked. But a nine iron to the head, a…
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