I don’t even remember how she first came to my attention, but I’ve been a fan of Marley Dias (pronounced dye-as, not dee-az) for the past two years or so that she’s been in the public eye for her #1000BlackGirlBooks campaign. I often say, not even half joking, that if my own future kiddo isn’t going to be as awesome as this girl or more so, I will not be doing the reproducing. I love bright, bold, articulate, adventurous, confident, proactive kids who seem like they know exactly why they’re here and just go about doing it. I was never that child, and I’m still not that adult, so I’m always fascinated by these prodigies and just want them to teach me their ways.
Tonight marks the end of an era as Scandal, Shonda Rhimes’ uber fast-paced, twisty, scandalous drama airs its final episode. Seven or so years ago back when it premiered, you couldn’t have told me this moment wouldn’t bring me to tears (I am very dramatic and I tend to stan at BeyHive levels for the people and things I love). I mean, I was OBSESSED. I was over-the-moon excited about the cast because I always thought Kerry Washington was severely underappreciated, and Columbus Short was too fine for words.
I know we don’t observe Thanksgiving Day in Jamaica, and I also know it has a dodgy history in the States, but I believe in gratefulness as a principle, so that’s what I’m focusing on today. Studies have shown that there are many great benefits of gratitude, from improving your self esteem to helping you sleep better. And who can’t use some good sleep in these stressful times? The Bible is also replete with verses about giving thanks, even in the midst of discouraging circumstances, and as a Christian, gratitude should be my very nature.
Disclaimer: Cantu isn’t paying me for this post, although they totally should. I just like to share my truth.
I’m going to start at the beginning. Or as close to it as possible. If you’ve been following the blog for a while, you must know by now that I like to take my time to tell a story. If you’re new, I’m hella long-winded on here, but hang in there with me. It’ll be worth it. Here we go:
Let’s get one thing straight right out the gate: Viola Davis is a walking, talking acting masterclass. I will brook no opposition. I mean, did you SEE this scene from How to Get Away with Murder? That, in my opinion, sealed her 2015 Emmy win for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series. Shoot, they would have given her a second one for the rest of her work that season if it was allowed. I watched that scene while giving her a standing ovation. I had chills. Queen Viola is phenomenal and peerless and regal and amazing, and she finally won an Academy Award last night for her work in the movie Fences. (Let us not even go into the fact that she should have been in the Best Actress category, not Best Supporting Actress.)
Anyone who knows me knows that I love me some Michelle LaVaughn Robinson Obama.
Which is why I’m currently planning to dropkick my budget and splurge on the October issues of Essence and InStyle magazines, both of which feature my cool-aunty-in-my-head as the cover girl. I mean, look at alladis fineness, fabulosity and #BlackGirlMagic! (Shoutout to President O on the Essence cover as well.) It was almost too much for my eyes to behold, all of this #BlackExcellence. Phew!
I love cats. I’ve had them as pets since I was little. And one cat was never enough, so our house was always full of kittens. I love them so much that I basically helped liberate a wee stray kitty from Devon House because she had become separated from her mama, and the girl who found her said she couldn’t keep her, and I hesitated for only about 0.5 seconds before volunteering my home. I even follow a number of cat-related accounts on Twitter, and when friends tell me that I’m Grumpy Cat in human form, I consider it the highest compliment.