You know what’s funny? I think a lot of people view these images as interesting because they’re “unrealistic” or specifically because they feature men of color, anachronistic. I do like them, but I just wanted to add something….
For each of these implied anachronisms, there is a real painting of a real Man of Color from European Art History. (The text for each image is a link to learn more!)
P.S. my favorite from the OP is will.i.am!!!
According to Pam Grier:
Richard Pryor included me in so much of his life that I found myself falling in love with him.
We had a few good months early on, but soon enough, Richard started missing his “using” buddies.
As his friends began trickling back into his life, he introduced me to some of them, and they were sensitive to his situation at first. They got high before they got there and Richard got very busy writing and setting up deals.
I became the go-between. A producer would call me and say, “How’s he doing? Do you think he’ll show up today?”
Richard and his friends used to hang out in the kitchen. One afternoon, I went into the kitchen and saw a pile of cocaine sitting on a mirror next to a razor blade and rolled up $100 dollar bills.
Richard acted like he hadn’t been indulging, but I knew better. I saw the signs, his bloodshot eyes, the lines of coke and the empty bottles of Courvoisier.
After his friends left, I got on his case about relapsing and I asked him, “Why do you keep feeding your friends and loaning them money?” I added: “Why doesn’t anybody say, hey, I’ll bring some ribs and a roast over or a six-pack or a bottle of wine?” They don’t bring anything, you supply it all.
I also suggested he get his financial matters in order to help him save some money for himself and his children’s future. Richard didn’t trust managers, and he refused to give over his power and authority to anyone-except me.
He wanted me to take over his finances, but I refused. “I have a career, too, I reminded him. I need to focus on myself.”
One day, I went in for my annual checkup with my gynecologist. After the exam, he asked me to step into his office to talk.
"Pam, I want to tell you about an epidemic that’s prevalent in Beverly Hills right now. It’s a buildup of cocaine residue around the cervix and in the vagina. You have it. Are you doing drugs?
"No," I said, astonished.
"Well, it’s really dangerous," he went on. "Is your partner putting cocaine on his penis to sustain his erection?"
"No," I said. "not that I know of. It’s not like he has a pile of cocaine next to the bed and he dips his penis in it before we have sex."
Suddenly, I had a nauseating flash of one of Richard’s famous lines: Even my dick has a cocaine jones.
"Are you sure he isn’t doing it in the bathroom before he comes to bed?" the doctor asked.
"That’s a possibility," I said. "You know, I am dating Richard Pryor."
"Oh, my God," he said. "We have a serious problem here. If he’s not putting it on his skin directly, then it’s worse because the coke is in his seminal fluid. You can have some serious cervical and uterine problems. You can even become sterile and you might have to have a hysterectomy.
"Will it ever go away," I asked. "It’ll go away eventually," the doctor said.
In the meantime, he has to wear a condom or you’re going to be a very sick woman.
Later that evening, I told Richard, I have cocaine inside of me. It’s eating me up and it could kill me. Have you been putting it on your penis?
"No. Of course not," he answered quickly. I took a deep breath. "I have to ask you to wear a condom when we have sex."
"What?" was all he said.
I said, “you have to Richard,” I pleaded with him. “Only for a while. I have to get rid of these lesions so I don’t get infections.”
He said, “I hate condoms. I can’t feel anything.”
"Will you at least talk to my doctor?"
I realized at that moment that I was not truly loved by this man.
-“A Memoir: My Life In Three Acts,” by: Pam Grier with Andrea Cagan
watched the NAACP Awards last night and doodled these afterwards. I just wanna know WHO I gotta throw my money at for flawless queens Lupita, Naomie, Nicole, and Kerry to be in something together. I will cry over it forever.
On this day in music history: March 1, 1980 - “And The Beat Goes On” by The Whispers hits #1 on the Billboard R&B singles chart for 5 weeks, topping the Club Play chart for 2 weeks on February 23, 1980, and also peaking at #19 on the Hot 100 on April 12, 1980. Written by Leon Sylvers III, Stephen Shockley, and William Shelby, it is the first R&B chart topper for the Los Angeles, CA vocal quintet fronted by twin brothers Walter and Wallace “Scotty” Scott. After recording three albums for Dick Griffey’s Solar (formerly Soul Train Records before 1978), The Whispers will be paired with songwriter, producer and musician Leon Sylvers III, having recently left his own family group The Sylvers. Recorded at Sound Masters in the late Summer of 1979, “And The Beat Goes On” will be the first single released from the group’s self-titled ninth studio album in December of 1979. An instant smash on R&B radio and a club classic, it will give the group their long awaited breakthrough after recording and performing together since 1964 with only modest chart success and sales. The huge success of “And The Beat” will drive sales of their self-titled ninth album to Platinum status in the US. “And The Beat Goes On” is certified Gold in the US by the RIAA.
Dear White People (Clip 3) Can Black people be racist?
Dear White People (Clip 2) The Tip Test
So your waitress is rude and your food is about 40 minutes late, do you:
a. No tip.
b. 15 - 20% the generally accepted value in North America.
c. Over tip: 20 - 25% to prove a point that AA’s actually do tip.
Dear White People (clip 1)
Culture wars erupt at Winchester University when an all-black residence hall is dismantled in this playful satire that challenges our ideas of identity in our supposed post-racial world.