Confession: I’m a Football Fan Who Doesn’t Like Athletes

Sometimes you have to own your ugly. This is mine. I am a fantasy football playing, college team cheering, NFL-loving chick who spends hours every weekend glued to the television watching men run up and down a field in tights. I bust celebration dances when the Tampa Bay Buccaneers manage to do the impossible andContinue reading “Confession: I’m a Football Fan Who Doesn’t Like Athletes”

Why Scandal’s Rape Fails as a Plot Device

Last night, I watched a fictional character get raped and my guts flipped inside out. I have written before about Scandal and my struggle to fall in love with it beyond Olivia Pope’s peacoats, but I think it might have turned me off for good this time. Let me confess first of all that I have aContinue reading “Why Scandal’s Rape Fails as a Plot Device”

Stage Fright: Rape and Slam Poetry

This will be ugly. But there is nothing pretty about rape, and I will not sugarcoat a turd if something smells rotten in Denmark. I have written a few times (here and here) about my involvement with the Southern Fried Poetry Slam and my poetry troupe, Black on Black Rhyme (BOBR). I’ve been involved with spoken word sinceContinue reading “Stage Fright: Rape and Slam Poetry”