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…
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.…
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…
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…
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…
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…
I’m briefly breaking my hiatus from blogging to share an interesting conversation I had this morning at work. It started with a story: I was in Spanish class my senior year of high school and somehow, in an otherwise incredibly boring class, the subject matter had switched to music (that’s música in Spanish). I don’t…
My friend at work showed me an interesting article the other day as a way of poking fun of my Ivy League background (something I’ve grown accustomed to). It was then posted by two other friends of mine on Facebook, both of whom provided impressively detailed and intellectual commentary on the article. Here is the…
As I write this post, I’m listening to George Strait’s It Just Comes Natural. You know, because he’s the king. Of course that song has nothing to do with this post, I just thought you should know. Also, it will make this post that much more weird knowing that song is playing in the background.…
So, I joined Hinge last week, described by a friend as “the classy Tinder.” This week I’m slowly realizing that I joined much to my own chagrin, which, of course, should be read: “I have no matches.” Normally I would post a picture of myself here and say something like, “see, not a bad looking…
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