The Potty Mouth Granny

  • Soft Sheen: The Black-Owned Company That Helped Shape More Than Our Hair

    If you grew up in a Black household during the 1970s, 1980s, or 1990s, chances are Soft Sheen products lived somewhere in your home. Maybe it was a jar of Care Free Curl moisturizer sitting on the bathroom sink. A tub of Sportin’ Waves on your father’s dresser. A bottle of Let’s Jam keeping somebody’s…

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  • George E. Johnson Didn’t Just Sell Hair Products. He Sold Possibility.

    A living icon has become an ancestor and his name was George R. Johnson. Every now and then, somebody leaves this earth, and you realize they weren’t just successful.They changed the damn landscape.George E. Johnson was one of those people. He didn’t build Johnson Products because it was trendy. Hell, back then Black folks weren’t…

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  • The Female Trickster: Outsmarting the Rules

    History remembers kings, conquerors, and warriors. But tucked into the margins of myth, folklore, and history is another figure who refused to play by the rules—the female trickster. She rarely possesses armies. She seldom inherits kingdoms. She isn’t usually the strongest person in the room. So she becomes the smartest. The female trickster understands a…

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  • Zina Garrison: The Trailblazer Who Helped Change Tennis

    When people talk about the history of Black women in tennis, the conversation often begins with Althea Gibson and then leaps straight to Venus and Serena Williams. But between those eras stood a remarkable athlete whose contributions deserve far more recognition: Zina Garrison. Born in Houston, Texas, November 16, 1963, Garrison fell in love with…

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  • Whatever Happened to Honey Magazine? The Publication That Spoke to a Generation of Black Women

    There are magazines you read, and then there are magazines that become part of who you are. For me, Honey was the latter. Founded by Kierna Mayo and Joicelyn Dingle, Honey debuted with a preview issue in 1999 featuring Lauryn Hill. It blended fashion, beauty, music, politics, relationships, and culture through a distinctly Black feminist…

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  • If I Was Black and Male For A Day

    First of all, before I write this essay, I would like to state that I love being a Black woman. I love the beautiful brownness of my skin, my hair which is a crown that has anointed me Queen of my universe, my full lips, slanted eyes, and the strength of my ancestors who endured…

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  • Chatham: The Pride of the South Side

    When people talk about Chicago’s historic Black neighborhoods, places like Bronzeville and Hyde Park often dominate the conversation. Yet on the city’s South Side lies a community that has long represented stability, homeownership, education, and Black middle-class achievement: Chatham. Bounded roughly by 79th Street to the north, 87th Street to the south, Cottage Grove Avenue…

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  • The Romanticization of Marriage Amongst Black Folks

    Every day on social media, Black people bewail the lack of marriage in the community. Folks write think pieces, make podcasts, go live for three hours at a time mourning the “breakdown of the Black family” like they’re standing over a gravesite in a church hat and hard-bottom shoes. But some of these same people…

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  • Bronzeville: Where the Great Migration Learned to Breathe

    There are cities within cities. And then there’s Bronzeville— not just a neighborhood, but a testimony. To understand Bronzeville, you have to walk backward through time, into the long shadow of the Great Migration—that massive, sacred movement of Black folks who packed up their lives in the South and headed north with nothing but grit,…

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  • A Poem for Malcolm

    There are some men history remembers.And then there are men history survives. Malcolm X was both. Beautiful in the way fire is beautiful.Dangerous to touch.Impossible not to stare at. That man walked through Americalike a sharpened blade wrapped in a dark wool coat,all cheekbones, discipline, and fury.A face carved from grief and revelation.A mind so…

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