Midweek Music

Here are three excellent tunes to tickle your eardrums on this fine Wednesday morning.


Streaming Schedule: Update

I’ve finally gotten a reasonable streaming schedule settled for my Twitch channel and will update it monthly. Loyal viewers who tune in will get a chance to earn special rewards, especially if they are fellow ESO players.

* The Imperial City in-game event begins on Thursday, 6 September at 0700 PDT and ends on Monday, 10 September at 2000 PDT. Watching my channel for 10 minutes or more will earn you one in-game reward per day.

You can find the link in the ‘Multimedia Links’ page here on my blog. I hope that you check out my channel and enjoy the rewards you earn!


Shameless Self-Promotion

After a few months of testing I’ve finally gotten the hang of the live-stream thing, so gaming podcasts will commence mid-September. That’s when most of the children will be back in school so the quality of gaming action will improve in all facets.

I have my Twitch channel operating; it is linked to my YouTube and Facebook gaming pages and I’m working on getting rewards enabled for dedicated followers and subscribers.

Loyalty rewards are always nice, so I figure I’d give some incentive for those who really want to participate in helping a channel grow! Real support should always be recognized, yes?


“Holly-White” Is So Predictable…

I recall the first time I heard a white person complain about the existence of Ebony magazine; bitchings and whingings about BET and Black-exclusive cosmetics would be heard later on. I was still living in Alaska at the time. A friend of my captors parents was visiting, and he happened to see one of my copies of Ebony Jr! magazine. “Wow, you people need your own magazine? How racist is that?” Never mind the fact that whites have excluded Black people from everything in this country, from sports to acting to music to beauty pageants. I pretty much stated that “We were kinda-sorta FORCED to have ‘our own’ stuff, ya know? Moron!” Unfortunately, some of those things we held dear were sold to whites, so they really don’t represent us favorably anymore. What happened to BET, which used to mean Black Entertainment Television? What happened to it?  Remember FUBU, the company that started out as “Five Urban Brothers United” and was informally branded “For Us, By Us”? It re-launched in 2010 as FB Legacy – but, how is it doing as a company? I even tried to find Ebony Jr! Supposedly, it was resurrected online in 2007 – but there are no links to any magazine, which is a shame.

I think this statement from one of BET’s co-founders, in a 2010 interview, is telling:

“In a 2010 interview, BET co-founder Sheila Johnson said she herself is “ashamed” of what the network has become. “I don’t watch it. I suggest to my kids that they don’t watch it,” she said. “When we started BET, it was going to be the Ebony magazine on television. We had public affairs programming. We had news… I had a show called Teen Summit, we had a large variety of programming, but the problem is that then the video revolution started up… And then something started happening, and I didn’t like it at all. And I remember during those days we would sit up and watch these videos and decide which ones were going on and which ones were not. We got a lot of backlash from recording artists…and we had to start showing them. I didn’t like the way women were being portrayed in these videos.”

I never see Holly-white fairly representing women like me, but I don’t expect it to. It’s a bit shocking, surprising, and disappointing to see Black business owners do the same thing, though, by advocating and promoting whites, or the Blacks who can pass for same.

I mention this because of the glut of TV shows which cater to the lowest common denominator. Everyone should be insulted by the ridiculous behavior that is glorified in shows like Say Yes to the Dress, My Big Fat Gypsy Life, Full Throttle Saloon, American Chopper, Here Comes Honey Boo Boo, Toddlers & Tiaras, Flavor of Love, T-Boz, Sister Wives, and Breaking Amish, to name a few. A couple of new shows I’ve seen advertised are Gypsy Sisters and Amish Mafia (that concept just makes me laugh). Hell, just this morning I was watching one of my favorite movies, Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory – it’s a nostalgia thing for me. Anyway, it was shown on ABC Family, a cable channel. An advertisement for the E! channel came on, blaring the slogan of “White Hot Winter”. The ad was for the new season of two of the Kar-trash-ians, and some crappy cookie-cutter “baby shit bubblegum” girl-group named Saturdays that is going to “take Britain by storm!” Yeah, the ad put it correctly with the first word: WHITE. Whites-only ‘entertainment’, by whites, for whites, with the only color showing being the spray-tans those shallow, plastic cunts are fond of.

Sadly, there are many malcontents out there who feed this beast because they are invested in watching shows such as those. They use them to feel better about themselves – I shit you not. A former co-worker of mine literally said this to me one day, about two years ago. She was talking about how much she loved the show Hoarders (ugh…disgusting) and I rhetorically asked what the appeal was in a show about some fucked-in-the-head individual living amongst garbage containing human waste, rotting food, and insect infestations. She said, “Well, not everyone is as confident as you – some of us need reminders that it could always be worse.” I found that statement just a bit disturbing and kept interaction with her to a minimum after that.

As a woman, shows glorifying the Kar-trash-ians, Paris Hilton, and other slutty psycho-bitches are insulting to me. Shallow, vapid, ignorant cunts don’t represent me. As a Black person, shows glorifying irresponsible, lazy, overweight ‘ghetto-trash’ stereotypes are insulting to me. Greedy bitches fighting in public over some fugly ‘thug’ don’t represent me. As a biker, shows like Full Throttle Saloon and so-called specials about the Sturgis motorcycle rally are insulting to me. Over-pierced, tattooed, slutty strippers who offer themselves up for a “train ride” don’t represent me. In short, I’m not a stereotype of anybody – I’m just me.

Again, I don’t expect to see anything positive out of Holly-white anytime soon. Fa crissakes, they’ve made YET ANOTHER “Die Hard” movie; Sylvester Stallone is trying to hold onto his fading “leading man” status, ‘Ah-nuld’ is in another shitty “action film” (and I hear rumblings of another Terminator sliding down the sludge-pipe), and the new thing seems to be remakes of fairy-tales – we have Hansel & Gretel: Witch Slayers and Oz: The Great & Powerful coming out soon. Last year there were two movies based on Snow White; I guess we’ll see Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, and The Little Mermaid now, eh?

The thing that really disappoints me is the fact that, while there ARE well-known, famous, moneyed Black actors and actresses here in this country, they seem to worship at the temple of whiteness instead of promoting up-and-coming Blacks who want to break into the business. Tyler Perry mocks Black women and promotes the white or light-skinned at the expense of the dark-skinned. Whoopi Goldberg sits and nods her head at the cluckings of her white ‘View’ co-talkers instead of starting her own show with a panel of Black women. Oprah Winfrey actually promoted a book written by a Black woman this month, yet interviews Lance Armstong and Mariel Hemingway in the same week, letting them whine and cry over their drug use and ‘cursed family’, respectively. It would be nice if Oprah used her book club to promote Black writers everywhere!

I don’t see myself represented anywhere in the media, even though there are plenty of women out there like me. I’m not the only tall, fit, attractive, intelligent, dark-skinned, lock-growing Black woman out there, nor am I the only Black woman who likes to ride motorcycles, throw darts, sing karaoke, and play video games. I know that it is up to me to promote myself, and I’m doing so – my books are my way of doing so. I can’t count on Holly-white for any fair, fictional representation, and I gave up wanting (or needing) to be accepted by whites quite a while ago. It’s sad to know that I can’t count on other Black people for any fair, fictional OR accurate representation, either. Because of this, I don’t really care anymore if I’m accepted by other Blacks. That’s not a result of any stereotype that I’ve seen on television – it’s a result of my personal experiences. I elaborated on that in the previous two posts, so…’nuff said about that!

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