Why Suicide Squad Was Really Not That Bad

In the weeks leading up the release of Suicide Squad, I read a multitude of negative reviews that only confirmed the belief that I had been holding to for almost two years since the film was first announced. Suicide Squad was a mess–an even bigger mess than Halle Berry Catwoman. I don’t react strongly to a lot…

“Bad Feminist”: A Lesson in Discomfort

Reading Bad Feminist made me feel the same way I used to after leaving my Fictions of Black Identity class in college. I spent the first two classes speaking up, as I usually did in small seminars, and then stewing with this nauseating feeling of discomfort knotting in my stomach. The knot grew bigger and…

Book Review: Lumberjanes

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Book Review: “March” (book 2)

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. A million times yes. For anyone who has ever loved the Movement, John Lewis, Blackness, art, literature, or just a great story, this graphic novel is for you. 5 stars. If you missed my commentary on the first book in the series, get yourself caught up. You with me? Great….

Book Review: March by John Lewis, Andrew Aydin, & Nate Powell

As a lover of literature, art and Blackness, few things make me happier than Black art; specifically, graphic novels about Black history. It brings together all of my favorite things: intentional word, poignant images and the unadulterated truth of the Black experience in America. During one of my habitual adventures in my local Barnes and…

Book Review: Lois Lane Double Down by Gwenda Bond

Very rarely do I read a book, put it down and think to myself, “Wow. I’m really satisfied.” but Bond’s Double Down did that for me. Part of the satisfaction that I felt was that this was a portrait of one of the Superman mythos’ finest characters that was done justice. Clark (or should I say, SmallvilleGuy?)…

Review: Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates

I just admitted to my mother that one of my regrets from college was not taking more African-American/African literature courses. I’ve been acquainted with Ms. Morrison, briefly introduced to Mr. Baldwin and tried to get an audience with Mr. Wright and Mr. Ellison on my own. And while I’m glad I have at least read Native…