The 2018 Tribeca Film Festival wrapped Sunday after a 12-day flurry of excitement, events, activism and, of course, brand-spanking-new entertainment to look forward to this year.

It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s a shoe! Rarely do the words “innovative” and “adorable” occupy the same space, but we just learned about something that is both: New children’s shoe line Super Heroic has arrived to save the day—or, in this case, save the play.

If you’re on Facebook, there’s a better-than-50 percent chance that your eyes have seen the blackness glory. When the good Lord said, “Let there be a people of color with feet adorned in Jordans and homes full of TCB,” he was speaking of his plans to imbue one nigga named Harvey J—a COMPLETE wizard with a bottle of…

Hi. I’m black and I’m a man. That makes me a black man (by default), and that means I’m paranoid as fuck. Like, I’m pretty sure you’re plotting against me right now, so I’m looking at you crazy. Or at least you might could be. In fact, who is you? Is you is or is you ain’t my constituency?

I try to be mindful (annoyingly mindful, according to some of my friends) not to allow nostalgia or an emotional connection to the past cloud my assessment of the present. One, because people are usually wrong about that stuff, and I enjoy not being wrong. It's fun. But also, remembering the past in an historical…

I first noticed the gray hair in my beard a couple months ago. It's on the left side of my face, attached to my jawbone, a barely-detectable dot of silver amid a sea of black. People don't see it unless I alert them to it. Even then, I've had it mistaken for a speck of salt. Because I'm apparently such a violent eater…

(Damon's latest at EBONY tells the story of how he recently bought a pair of $200 basketball sneakers he'll never, ever, ever actually play basketball in)