Perhaps it was being mistaken for the one other Black guy in my office by a colleague who had worked with him for years... Or perhaps it was being asked repeatedly by co-workers to teach them the Single Ladies Dance? Either way something provoked me to go on Twitter as @DearWhitePeople two years ago and start tweeting things like: "Dear White People. The single ladies dance is dead. Please turn off your web cams and go on about your lives." Meant to articulate the sometimes funny, mostly harmless, but occasionally painful experience of being a Black face in a vastly white place (i.e. most Hollywood work environments) @DearWhitePeople also served an ulterior motive of mine. I'd been working for some time on a satire about race identity. The feature script for Dear White People follows the events leading up to a race riot a prestigious predominately white university through the perspectives of four very different Black students. While the script was culled from my own college experiences and those of others I knew, I wanted to test out the voice of my lead character, Sam White, whose radio show "Dear White People" gives the film its title.You can check out more 'Dear White People' here. And for God's sake, help get this movie in theaters, will you? /> So, I'm assuming you watched the trailer. Now, what do you think? Will this movie ever make it to theaters? Do you think it's as cutting-edge as some people do? 'Dear White People' is a satire about a black face in a white place, so says the film's creators. From the Huff Po: Perhaps it was being mistaken for the one other Black guy in my office by a colleague who had worked with him for years... Or perhaps it was being asked repeatedly by co-workers to teach them the Single Ladies Dance...
Scared little girl living on a big old world
You’ve outgrown your room
It all happened way too soon
They took away your innocence,
But we’ve still got a strong defense.
If I didn’t get sieved in this,
I’d be lonely.
So whether you’re a blue sky smiling
Or whether you’re a grey sky crying
I look up to you
I look up to you
Whether you’re the sunlight shining down
Or you hide behind a cloud
I look up to you
I look up to you
How do you repay a love song by the grave?
You hold out your hand and send me to sleep
But we won’t let it get the best of us,
We won’t fade away like dirt road dust
Cuz no matter what love still remains
So whether you’re a blue sky smiling
Or whether you’re a grey sky crying
I look up to you
I look up to you
Whether you’re the sunlight shining down
Or you hide behind a cloud
I look up to you
I look up to you
Southern days
Your silly face
In our memories they can’t replace.
No one else can take their place
But you
So whether you’re a blue sky smiling
Or whether you’re a grey sky crying
I look up to you
I look up to you
Whether you’re the sunlight shining down
Or you hide behind a cloud
I look up to you
I look up to you
Scared little girl living in a big old world
That's actually ... it's really sweet, you know. And one can only assume that it's about Britney (because it'd be way too morbid to assume that it's about Jamie Lynn's daughter, Maddie, and it's definitely not about total-f-cking-wacko Mother Spears, because she's just an ass on legs), and if you watched the video, you probably heard her say in the very beginning, "You can imagine who I wrote it about." I think that kind of speaks for itself, doesn't it?
Also, Jamie Lynn here looks and sounds so much like the old Britney we used to know and love so much that it's almost breathtaking. And eerie. Definitely eerie. />
Hm. Cute. Jamie Lynn Spears, unlike her big sister, can kind of sing! And by "kind of," I mean "with the help of heavy, overpowering harmonies" and "low volume." OK now. I'm going to seriously try to put away all snark for a few minutes, because honestly, the song itself is really sweet, and it's definitely a tender moment here, guys. Let's try to recognize, huh?
Ahem. Lyrics, please:
Scared little girl living on a big old world
You’ve outgrown your room
It all happened way too s...
She says she met me on a tour
She keeps knocking on my door, she won’t leave me
Leave me alone
This girl she wouldn’t stop, almost had to call the cops
She was scheming, ooh, she was wrong
Cause she wanted all my attention
And she was dragging my name through the dirt
She was dying for my affection
But she keep making up and give it to ‘em
I’m talking to you, maria
Why you wanna do me like that?
That ain’t my baby, that ain’t my girl
Maria, why you wanna play me like that?
She ain’t my baby, she ain’t my girl
But she talking in, and she need a squeeze
But never this, all I know she got mine
That ain’t my baby, that ain’t my girl
But she falling out, what she talking about
Let me tell you now that girl she’s not mine
She ain’t my baby, she ain’t my girl
Now she’s in the magazines, on tv, making a scene
Oh she’s crazy, crazy in love
And she’s all over the news, saying everything but the true
She’s faking, faking it all
Cause she wanted all my attention
And she was getting my name through the dirt
She was dying for my affection
But she keep making up and give it to ‘em
I’m talking to you, maria
Why you wanna do me like that?
That ain’t my baby, that ain’t my girl
Maria, why you wanna play me like that?
She ain’t my baby, she ain’t my girl
But she talking in, and she need a squeeze
But never this, all I know she got mine
That ain’t my baby, that ain’t my girl
But she falling out, what she talking about
Let me tell you now that girl she’s not mine
She ain’t my baby, she ain’t my girl
Why are you trying, trying to lie girl
When I never met you
Saying goodbye, but how could ya
You throw this, you throw this
Your foolness, seduces
Maria why you wanna do me like that? ...
Also, I'm assuming this is the song that Justin Bieber talked about as the next 'Billie Jean'. And I guess in a sense, yes. He did write the 'next Billie Jean'. But only because it's almost completely identical in phrasing, content, and concept as Michael Jackson's 'Billie Jean'. Way to go, Justin. This must have been really, really hard.
Last, you win, Mariah Yeater. You completely f-cking win, and you KNOW IT, girl. />
First of all, can I tell you how I hate when Justin Bieber does something that makes me have to write a post about it? Because it burns me with a radioactive kind of fire inside. I feel it for days, guys. I actually need a recovery period. Justin Bieber is my Kryptonite.
What I can't wait for, however, is the video for this song---it's going to be heinous. Oh wait. No. I can wait, because that happening means that I'm probably going to have to write something about it and DIE for three d...