(margera) makes millions of dollars. dwell on that, harvard law school grad. I was watching TV, sur-prise, sur-prise, and the flipper landed on Emeril Live. Something about cooking delicious meals with ten ingredients or less. But what I noticed in between garlic and anchovy filets was the band. The black band. And I had a moment.
I thought damn, this man really loves us. And by us, I mean black folks.
RUN 'o THE MILL LIBERAL
I am shocked and offended. Is she suggesting there's something unloveable about African Americans?
Slow down, Johnson.
I'm simply saying the rapport and affect between the host and his cohorts meant something to me. Sure they're great performers and entertainers, but I also felt like I was watching a staff of friends. Having fun. With three cameras, a prompter and an audience. And four chicken breasts that have been marinated for 24 hours add some rosemary lemon juice olive oil and don't forget the garlic.
THAT GUY
Yawn. This turning into another one of those Ihatethemediaandthinkseveryonesouttodisparageminorities entries.
INAPPROPRIATE GIRL
Same thing your mom said last night--Am I right...?
Wrong. I don't hate the media, or media makers. I don't think they're all 'out to get us,' and I respect the power and potential of media sources. The same station that features nubile 18 y.o.s at 2 AM ready to text cuz they feel "a little bit naughty right now" can run a special on home security, or stock investments, or adult on-set diabetes. And although I'm not green enough to think visibility equals power (get at me, Isaac Julien), I still appreciate genuine rapport among diverse television professionals.
Black as adjective doesn't necessarily preclude any noun's lovability.
Let's kick our standards up a notch.
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