Token Icon Appreciation: Gerald

  Okay, let’s all just take a second to pretend that eight seconds into the Hey Arnold! opening theme song, we didn’t see a young black kid drain a hook shot and then follow it up with a swag handshake with his best friend. Now let’s all smack ourselves in the face for even letting…

I Dream of Dashiki

Two nights ago I had one of the strangest dreams I’ve ever had. It was simple and completely unprompted. Well, maybe not completely unprompted, depending on how one interprets the dream itself, but the composition of the dream remains simple. I was back in Fort Wayne, Indiana in the house that I grew up in.…

Nostalgia For the Future

This morning on my way to work, the Jackson 5 song “I’ll Be There” came on and I found myself far more nostalgic than normal. I thought back to three-hour summer treks to visit my grandma and the rest of my mom’s family in Columbus, OH. The Jackson 5 was always in heavy rotation, but…

Pontificating Black Women (Part I)

I have this awful habit of reading YouTube comments. It’s a dependency that can only be described in totality by R. Kelly’s intro to “Bump N’ Grind” when he yells, “my mind is telling me no, but my body, my body is telling me yes!” Oddly enough, we will get back to R. Kelly later.…

The “Safe Space”

I was one of the lucky ones. It was one of my first weekends at Yale. A few of the sophomores invited me and a few of my freshman friends over to their suite before going out on campus for the night. We stepped in and immediately in the first bedroom, I saw a Confederate…

I’m an Asshole

Yes, you read that correctly (cue jokes from friends saying “Cam, I already knew that”). But, in recent times I have seriously come to this conclusion. For two reasons, both of which pretty much imply that there’s no way that I can’t be an asshole (which is also a realization that could only come from…

When I First Realized I Was Black

I’m currently in the middle of reading a New York Times Bestseller called How To Be Black by Baratunde Thurston (props to my friend Brea Johnson who put me on to it). Which, can we talk about this? Should I, as a black man, be offended by the fact that another black friend suggested I read a…