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A Good Liar and the other best links of the week

“Here I am lying again on some level, which I promised I wouldn’t do—and I’m lying in some ways to the person I love most.”

Stephen Glass in Bill Adair’s incredible essay on who the disgraced journalist became in the two decades since being outed as a fabulist. It’s worth giving up your email address to read.


Kim Mulkey is not among my favorite college basketball coaches. Michelle Voepel’s illuminating profile, however, gives a lot more insight into the whole person she is and showcases why her players tend to ride so hard for her. Baylor should’ve put her name on the court.


“I became aware that inside of their performance, inside of their music, there was a performance that had to do with identity. They were playing with gender; they were upending expectations. It’s the idea that, in a perfect world, we should be allowed to create, with real freedom and with flexibility, who we want to be.”

Tessa Thompson in Wesley Lowery’s Ebony Magazine Cover story


“It is true the traditional financial system has not provided access, and frankly exploited Black people,” said Darrick Hamilton, professor of economics and urban policy at the New School. “But the remedy isn’t to turn to another vulnerable system, however well-intended it may or may not be. The remedy is a public sector that ensures they have access in an equitable way.”


Despite the valid concerns, I love the Spotify algorithm. It is, by far, my most used digital service.

Speaking of music, spoiler that the Live at the BBC compilation of Amy Winehouse performances will be among my top albums of the year. I hope this exhibit gets to travel to the US.

Let your leisure time be leisure time, y’all.

All filled up on Black misery

“That’s all I have left. Just let me hide”Joann Garrett, Walk on By

By all accounts, 12 Years A Slave is a masterful film expertly acted and directed. It’s powerful and moving and meaningful. It’s everything an Important Film should be.

I probably won’t see it. At least not in the theater.

I didn’t go see Fruitvale Station this summer, either.

You see, I’m all filled up on Black misery. I’ve had my fill on dramatic portrayals of true life misery in general but Black misery? My heart won’t take it.

I hope these films do well. I want them to do well. Hell, I even considered buying tix for Fruitvale Station one weekend and just not going. In fact, I need these films to do well, to be critically acclaimed, for people to be aware of them so that I get more of the stuff I actually find entertaining.

In the theater, Newlyweeds has been one of my most memorable and enjoyable entertainment experiences this year. I love few film series more than the Fast & Furious franchise. The multicultural cast of Pain & Gain made that strange film mostly work.

On TV, this season I am mostly watching shows that reflect the diverse world I know in the ways I know it. On Sleepy Hollow, folks of color in good government jobs talk to each other all the time as they try to figure out their newly supernatural world. Subtract the supernatural and you can say the same about Elementary. On Boardwalk Empire, there’s the very white world of 1920s Prohibition America and then there’s the very black world of the Harlem Renaissance and growing discomfort with the status quo. And y’all already know about Scandal.

These things show me characters that look like me and my friends and the communities I have lived in my entire life. They then put those people I recognize in situations I find compelling and interesting and entertaining. There may be turmoil and pain and heartache but it’s of a fictional nature.

I tend to bucket films like 12 Years A Slave and Fruitvale Station with Zero Dark Thirty and The Hurt Locker. They are war movies and I’ve never been compelled to watch war flicks. I’m not sticking my head in the sand. I know the tales being told. I’ve read them. Over and over again. Just as “multiculti” has been the default status of my personal world, I am all too aware of the world that made it and it’s history.

I just don’t want to see it re-enacted in high definition on a giant screen in dolby surround sound. At least not this weekend. Not this year. Maybe not next.

My soul would rather sing than scream.