So, you all know I'm not supposed to be drinking coffee. Garland says I already talk fast enough and he's personally warned the local coffee haunts "Don't give her any, no matter how she begs--ans she'll beg." That was mean (only because they took him to heart and serve me chamomile). But, he couldn't get them all, so in homage to the fine cuppa joe I had earlier (and the insomnia I'll have later)...
Imagine, if you will. It's the Australian Open. Venus Williams is readying herself for a return volley. The commentators are, um, commenting about....her behind.
Now, I'm of two minds about this. The announcer, clearly a fan of Venus' assets (couldn't resist) left the door open for male announcers everywhere to wax prosaic (and suggestively) about women's bodies. Not a good thing. The other thing is a strange turn of mind (so follow me). World opinion about Black women has certainly changed to a state where Black men, still rapping about Black women as "bitches," "hos" or "skeezers" are being bypassed by other men who, startled by the beauty of Halle Berry, Beyonce, Garcelle Beauvais, Janet Jackson and others, are gaining appreciation for the beauty of the darker berries.
Interesting.
Simply the very best in television. See, before the spector of writer's strikes, television was exemplary. Thirty years ago to this very date...the greatest moment of entertainment occurred.
Ever.
Often imitated:
Never duplicated:
(H/T to the good folks at Rising Hegemon)
