If you don’t already know, I ♥ reality television. It’s an addiction and I guess a respite from the mind-numbing work I do in law school. So, while this isn’t really a new reality show, it has all the elements of one: Stupid/Offensive premise, angry Black man (yeah DeMorge!), in your face corporate sponsor and a tension filled elimination ceremony. Tune in to My Black Friend, homeboy!!
Daily Archives: May. 11th, 08
I titled my first post Mother’s Day – I because I was pretty sure I was going to write about my mother and how I feel about our relationship. How I feel about her. It seemed apropos, it being Mother’s Day and all. Yet, I’ve never really been crazy about Mother’s Day. Never really felt much of a reason or compulsion to celebrate it. That, in itself, is indicative of the kinds of relationship I have had with my own mom.
It’s 12:51 pm and I haven’t made a single “Happy Mother’s Day” phone call yet. I really don’t feel like it, but I know my aunt in Cali would like to hear it and my mom would mayyyyyybe like to hear it. So I’ll call them. Later. Maybe after a nap. I dunno. I’m kind of laissez-faire about the whole thing.
So I think I’ll save the mommy & me chapter for another day. A day when it isn’t so obvious or so contrived or even expected.