“So, the thing is that if you openly stare at my breasts while descending the stairs, it makes it very hard for me to resist wanting to see you tumble down said stairs. I want to be better than that. As a result, I kindly ask you to refrain from this open-mouthed gaping.”
Author: sherlonya
In an open letter to Bobby Jindal,
“I don’t mean to, but I keep going back to Twitter solely to laugh at you. I want to be better than this.”
In an open letter to her iPhone,
“Please don’t ever again suggest that what I mean is ‘but gun.’ Not only is that something I’ll never mean, I misread it as ‘butt gun’.”
In an open letter to the masked man asking for money on the side of the road,
“You scared the stuffing out of me! That looked like something you’d see on a crime drama. Your mask wasn’t even scary. What was that a glow-in-the-dark evil clown? You made me take note of the time in case there is a Crime Stoppers alert that has to do with you.”
Longview, Texas (1919)
One man was killed during the riot activities in Longview, Texas. Significantly different stories involving the death of Lemuel Walters. This death is one of the chief factors leading up to the riot. One version of the story involves Walter, a black man, being discovered in the bedroom of a white woman in a […]
In an open letter to the woman whose exposed chest/breast region made me think of two words, “akimbo” and “splayed,”
“It’s yo’ thang. Do what you wanna do and all, but I couldn’t figure out whether that whole look you had going on was purposeful. Also, I just don’t understand the physics of the way your shirt sat.”
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania (1834)
On Tuesday, August 12, 1834 a white mob consisting of several hundred people attacked a building in Philadelphia which housed the Flying Horses, a popular carousel that served both blacks and whites in the area. The mob destroyed the building and fought against any black people (and presumably others) who offered resistance in this attack. Estimated […]
In an open letter to the man inspired to dance at the urinal,
“So, my interpretation of events is that you didn’t know that there was an eleven-year-old in a nearby stall who could see you. He described in great detail your dancing and singing while peeing. Apparently you were really getting into it. The thing, though, that made him tell the story was that you put one […]
The N-word
I am no fool. I knew that I would have to confront the n-word during some point in this project. I just didn’t know that I would have to deal with it so early. There I was researching riot #1 when it first jumped out. Just like that. I thought about putting this topic about […]
In an open letter to ODB,
“I wish that there were a corollary to ‘Shimmy Shimmy Ya,’ I wish that the chorus in this imaginary song rang out, ‘Ooh, baby I like it poached….’”