The Potty Mouth Granny

  • 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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  • TMVII: The Rise of the Motherfucking Mange

    It’s a new STI out here y’all and it’s called TMVII. Or as I lovingly call it, the motherfucking mange. Now I know actual mange is something dogs get, but listen… I’m a writer with a vivid imagination and this new shit got “quarantine the blankets and boil the draws” energy. It causes painful lesions,…

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  • The Gospel of Money and Clout

    All though Black folks love to claim religion, a whole lot of these motherfuckers ain’t really worshipping God. Let’s tell the truth and shame the devil. And let me say this before somebody starts clutching pearls: I’m not even a religious person at all. Never claimed to be. But one thing I do recognize from…

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  • Shysters in Sheep’s Clothing

    In light of the recent allegations against Cheyenne Bryant, I think it’s time we had a serious conversation about the rise of self-proclaimed “experts” who don’t know their asses from a hole in the wall. Social media has created an entire economy built on confidence, not competence. Folks gather a ring light, memorize a few…

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  • Solid Ground: What Real Leadership Looks Like in a Man

    A healthy definition of leadership—coming from a man who actually understands the assignment—isn’t about being the loudest voice in the room or the one everybody fears. That’s not leadership. That’s insecurity in a suit. A real one leads like this: He takes responsibility before he takes credit.If something goes wrong, he steps forward. If something…

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  • America: The Reality Show

    Living in a reality-television world is a relatively new phenomenon in American society. Spectacle itself isn’t new—human beings have always gathered around drama, gossip, and public conflict—but modern media turned that ancient habit into a permanent stage. Reality television blurred the line between private life and public performance. Ordinary people became characters, their arguments, romances,…

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  • What About the Children?

    When I’m cruising around the social media, I never hear these niggas say ‘Pro Black children.’ Never. Why is that? Because that would require them to actually give a damn beyond running their mouths. Everybody got a dissertation on being ‘pro-Black’ when it comes to policing women, arguing online, puffing their chest out, and performing…

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  • Whole, With or Without Him

    I’ve always joked that I’m the youngest only child—caught in that strange little space where the age and gender gap between me and my siblings made me feel like I was raised solo. But that strange little space turned out to be a gift. It taught me how to enjoy my own company. I had…

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  • The South Shore Country Club: A Palace, A Fall, A Resurrection

    Before I knew anything about its history—before I understood architecture, class, or the way this city moves—I knew that place as something else entirely. Me and my friends used to go there when we were teenagers to go swimming. And baby… that place was filthy. Not “a little run down.” Not “needs some work.” No.…

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  • Lady Day

    The way Billie Holiday was hounded by the government literally until the day she died is one of the biggest tragedies in Black history. When she sang “Strange Fruit,” that wasn’t just a song. It was an indictment. A slow, haunting autopsy of America. Written by Abel Meeropol, but carried into the bloodstream of the…

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