Sometimes things happen that make me lose the ability to conjugate verbs properly.

I tried to write about Bob Johnson and his nonsense last week, but I was just in too good of a mood. Now that the world has smacked me back into my normal sense of disdain, I can finally say “House Negro, is you serious?” to him. He can support Billary or pull a Nino Brown by capitalizing on the crackish yearn for vulgarity in the black community if he likes. But going around pretending that he’s not really one of the Jacksons? Not Ok.…

I’m going all out this week because the WTF-ness of this is just something I refuse to keep to myself. Last week my old friend Brandon, via WWTD reader Aaliyah, sent me this, which he found while innocently looking for info on the new Erykah Badu album:

Hunh? Kim Wayans, is that you? What is this do-rag about? And why the Frugal Fannie’s suit? And why the hell would anyone pair Aaliyah with Erykah Badu?

OK, I thought, this is a freak…

For the first time, a friend of mine has inspired me to celebrate her freshness because she has realized the dreams of so many of us in like a quarter of a lifetime and is just getting started. It wasn’t enough that Nancy graduated from Harvard and then two weeks later went on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire and practically made Regis Philbin empty his pockets. After giving a chunk of her winnings to the 4-H club, which she credits for much of her success, she turned herself…

I realized that my stank attitude and lack of blogging has been caused by a series of rather ignorant interactions with the world over this last week that have eroded my spirit little by little. I’m starting to believe that I’m finally being punished for being weird and evil. I’m trying to rejoin society through blogging, so please allow me to let it all out.

The only garage I know of that is open on Sunday is this place I used to always go…

A friend and I have a long-running private joke involving her giving me the Jet Brothers Swimsuit calendar every year. The men in the calendar are hilariously disturbing enough that I plan to post a few of them in the future, in fact I wouldn’t deprive you of it! But the corniness of the calendar itself, as one would expect from Jet magazine and, furthermore, from anything that uses the word ‘brother’ in its title, is unsurpassed. In spite of its inclusion of uselessly black ‘holidays’ such as the date when Ebony Magazine was founded, calendars are useful things (as are bare-chested men), so I keep the calendar on my wall. At the end of July I glanced at it to get the date to write a check. Because Johnson Publishing likes its paper so shiny the pic is blurry so you have to double-click to view it full size. But can you tell me what’s wrong with this picture?

I subscribe to Jet magazine, so every week I get a 5″x7″ collection of black news, most of which is 2 weeks late but some of which can ONLY be found in Jet. I saw this picture of Al & Star online a while ago but didn’t bother commenting until I saw that a black magazine had the nerve to consider THIS one of the “Week’s Best Photos.”

I really like Star Jones, I think that she looks as fabulous as…