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I'm tired of trying to explain

I went on a trip home to Oklahoma last week. I brought Jersey Mike for his first real visit to the state and his first time meeting my friends. It was fantastic and fun. I'd love to tell you all about it.
But I can't right now. I can't focus on anything right now. 
Upon returning to Los Angeles, I logged onto Twitter and started seeing headlines about the Charleston shooting. I immediately turned it off. At first I felt wrong about doing it. At first I felt like I should face it head-on, get angry, put on my activist hat and get to work. 
But I didn't. I couldn't do it. 
I'd just gotten home from being surrounded by love. Yes, being back in Oklahoma I heard conversations filled with intolerance. I needed to point out and shut down a few comments that were insensitive and just plain rude. That's something I've gotten used to when visiting home. I'm surrounded by liberals and hippies here in Los Angeles. We are a melting pot of colors, genders, sexua…

So Overdue, Alabama Shakes: Show and Album Review

This is rather late, but you still care about my opinion. Right? 
The Alabama Shakes are one of my favorite bands out right now. They've been around for several years but are currently getting the pickup they've always deserved. 
Naturally, I wanted to see them live. But they were only playing Coachella (never going) a show in San Francisco and a show in Las Vegas. Though were were *this* close to heading to Vegas, it never materialized, and I feared I'd miss out on seeing this amazing band until they release another album. Panic set in!
So when I noticed a tweet from Amoeba Hollywood with a message promising the chance to see the band perform in Los Angeles with the purchase of an album, I paid attention. Luckily, Jersey Mike didn't have work Tuesday. So he set out to Amoeba first thing in the morning. He was one of the first five in line, and they were only giving tickets to the first 100. The good people at Amoeba Hollywood opened the doors two hours early and gave…

Denzel Washington > Tom Hanks and I'm sorry.

I was looped into (OK honesty time I looped myself in) to a debate on Facebook about which actor is the best of our time: Tom Hanks or Denzel Washington. 


Initially my thought was: no contest. It's Denzel. I don't understand why we're having a debate. 

But then the Tom Hanks stans went so hard I had to step back and think about whether or not I was trippin' 
But I can assure you I am not. Here are my arguments.
1. Denzel Washington played Malcolm X. Today (May 19th, the date this debate began) is Malcolm's birthday, so triple points for Denzel. 


2. Denzel is sexy as hell. 
I mean, can I just...
Tom, you're a sweetheart but I'm sorry, Denzel's got you on hotness.

3.  Tom and Denzel both have two Oscars. But Denzel was only the second African American actor to win an Oscar for Best Actor in a Leading Role (second to Mr. Sidney Poitier). So if we're talking best of our time, that's a heavy stat. 

4.  We saw Apollo 13 in science class, but we watched R…

I Met Felicia Leatherwood or That Time I Was A Reality TV Star

Welp. I've officially fulfilled my dream of becoming a Hollywood starlet. Easy enough, especially considering I never really had that dream in the first place.

For those of you who get antsy, go ahead and watch the episode of Head Cases that I'm featured in. If you can hold on to your pantyhose, keep reading to get the full story.



Several months ago I went to my first casting call. The request was for ladies with natural hair who could use a little help taking care of their hair. I really just did it to help a friend and to see what the heck a casting call is even like. 
A few things made me feel like going was the wrong choice: 1) I made a number of immature decisions the night before the call, which resulted in a debilitating hangover the morning of.  2) I had to drive to Hollywood. On a Saturday.  3) There were tons of girls with varying levels of professionalism and high levels of judgment. 


They had us "audition" two at a time. They asked us a bunch of questio…

The End of an Era or I'm Finally 30, Bitches

I've been trying to convince people I was 30 since I turned 22. In my head I just knew that, at 30, I'd have it all figured out. I thought people would finally respect me if I could drop the twenty- in front of my age. Then someone told me that it's not your age that gets you respect, it's how you act. How you carry yourself. 

In my 20s I scared myself so many times. A blood transfusion, a broken engagement, moving halfway across the country without a real plan. But through all of those trials I learned so much about myself. I'm not the same little girl I was so many years ago. I appreciate her for who she was. So impressionable, naive, adorable. But I'm very different now. 
In my 20s I fell so deep in love, not just once but (at least) twice.  I've learned when to compromise and what I simply won't put up with. 
So often I hear people say: "I wish I knew then what I know now." I'm not there yet. If I'd known what I know now, there ar…