What the fuck, Germany? The fucking Beastie Boys are in there!
What the fuck, Germany? The fucking Beastie Boys are in there!
It’s one of the cruelest paradoxes of the black experience: an unreasonable fear of the world around you, and it happens for good reason.
That’s the best sentence in this, an article I wrote about Mos Def’s self-defeating tendencies.
I still love the guy, but sometimes he’s just on some far out, paranoid, conspiracy theory shit.
This is a column I’m now doing for The Awl. Because it’s about time someone kept an eye on all the rotten wild things.
In what sort of hellish, backwater, dimly lit, hard to find, scary community theater dressing room does one decide, “Fuck it, I’m taking the Butt Odor Victim part”?
Notice how the cow gets billing over the negro. I suppose it’s in order of death, but it’s still a bit disconcerting.
Received an e-mail from a kid who said that he liked my Mos Def cover story. Said he wouldn’t have written, but he figured it was the least he could do considering that he stole the magazine from Barnes & Noble. Beautiful.
My water cover-ups article hit the front page of MSN. Check it out here.
I finally weighed in on MJ with a companion piece to my friend/colleague Dayo’s essay. Both articles are on Slate today. Enjoy.
Researchers from the school of psychology at Britain’s Keele University have found swearing can make you feel better as it can have a “pain-lessening effect,” according to a study published in the journal NeuroReport.
My GOOD article on the most notorious water cover-ups in American history is on newsstands now. Check it out and support a magazine whose greatness belies its name.