Shangela Laquifa “Werqin’ Girl”
This is so good on so many levels.
She came to werq.
This looks like every conservative ‘Family Values’ Republican’s worst nightmare: A group of young, impressionable girls being indoctrinated into a life of sin by a lesbian in sunglasses.
Can we talk about how I have no idea what that yellow thing is that Chloe is wearing, but she is still stunting on all of those other little tricklets? On the opposite end of the spectrum, somebody needs to smack Holly in the mouth for putting Nia in that Bubble-Yum Wild Cherry Princess Dress. That is a lot of dress. A lot of really ugly dress. But I can’t really act surprised considering Holly is Bougie Black Hoity Toity on national television with raggedy edges WEEK AFTER WEEK FOR A YEAR NOW. Somebody tell her you can’t rock a perm with nappy baby hairs.
(PS: Look at Kendall pretending to be in the group. That’s cute.)
Why am I so invested in this show…there is no reason for me to know who any of these people are :-/
Don’t text me. I *must* catch up on my reality TV. Tonight’s schedule:
I also have to catch up on Days Of Our Lives and Dallas.
I’m bout to plow through this whole pint of Java Chip…
This is possibly the gayest thing I’ve ever written, but does anybody else see the Maddie/Chloe rivalry and think Shawn Johnson/Nastia Liukin?
Cannot believe I’m about to write this.
I’m 100% using up all my gay points for the week in actually putting this on the internet.
Shangela ”Call Me Laquifa”
I couldn’t find this on tumblr, so I had to upload it. Somebody PLEASE tell me how Abby Lee Miller stumbled across this track. Please. Because this is not some middle-aged-white-lady-from-Pennsylvania kinda jam. I’m gonna go with the assumption that only a very small segment of people who read my blog understand this sound…but if you know anything about vogueing, this is basically what the music is like.
I can’t vogue or do any of that other crazy gay black stuff people expect me to do because I’m a black man not dressed like a rap video. But Andrew and I are definitely jamming right now and doing this:
Obv in our underwear.
I am the first to call out some racial jankiness. I am a black child of the rural South, the child of two old-ass parents who do not have the best memories of Jim Crow. As a matter of fact, my mom’s graduating class was the last all-black graduating class in South Carolina. I heard (and continue to hear) a whole lot of “white people this” and “white people that” because it’s still very real to them. So forgive me for being hyper-aware of racial injustice. I will pretty much notice it every time, even if the guilty parties didn’t necessarily mean it as such.
But at what point does it cross over from pointing out latent racism or correcting stereotypes, to being too sensitive? This weighty subject didn’t just come out of the blue. I was involved in something superserious and superimportant that got my wheels turning and I decided to write a few words about it.
Let’s talk about Dance Moms!