Friday, January 26, 2018

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This morning it's The Beatles 1 album.

I was talking with Noah the other day about pop music and he brought up simplistic song writing. I sang, She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah and pointed out that simplistic song writing is not a new thing.

It's okay to love shitty music. It's like loving shitty food or shitty movies or shitty porn.

There's no such thing as shitty porn, just porn you're not into. 

Right, it's like that.

Okay, real talk time. Who here saw last night's Grey's Anatomy?

First: Shonda Fucking Rhimes

Second: That was one of my favorite episodes for two reasons. Shonda has the fortitude to take on cops shooting unarmed people of color (that alone takes cajones grande) in a way that is tactful and does not paint with the broad brush of racism.

Let me stop, Shonda is a bad ass and I fucking love her but, last night's episode was written by a woman named Zoanne Clack. She's the real MVP.

Anyway, the episode also took a very real conversation that no parent should have to have but, black parents are obligated to have with their sons and put it right in front of you.

I cried. I was angry. I was proud to see art taking on a very real issue without flinching.

Even if you aren't a fan of the show you should find last night's episode and watch it.

Titty sprinkles!