number and you can call and ask her. I don’t want to have nothing to do with it.”
“Gregory Alston, I think you’re being too cautious.”
“We’ll see.”
We finish up our meals and clean the kitchen together.
That’s another thing I love about Adrian. She’s clean and loves sharing the responsibilities of household duties. She moves about in the kitchen concentrating on every single detail. She wipes the standing water from around the sink and on the cabinets.
By the time she finishes, my kitchen looks different. It almost has a glow to it. I’m trippin’ because it always looks brand-new when she cleans it.
I join Adrian on the couch and flip on the television. We watch
Malcolm & Eddie
, this show on UPN. Eddie Griffin is a fool to his heart. I laugh at his jokes throughout the whole show. Malcolm Jamal Warner isn’t as funny, but sometimes his timing gets him a few laughs. They should have gotten Chris Tucker to play Malcolm’s role, then the show would be funny as shit. Adrian lays in my arms sucking her teeth at every joke Eddie does. I know she’s trying not to laugh.
“Why does he have to be such a clown all the time?” she asks.
“He’s a comedian.” I laugh. “It’s how he makes a living, baby.”
“I just think Eddie Griffin is too smart to be doing all this goof-ball antics and talking about people all the time. The same goes for Chris Rock.”
“What do you mean?”
I love to hear Adrian voice her opinions. She’s smart for someone who graduated from high school and went straight to hair school. Sometimes I wonder where’d she get all of her knowledge. Most beauticians I’ve met don’t have a third of her common sense. Either that, or they hide it very well.
“Chris Rock makes jokes about really serious issues. He’s politically intelligent and doesn’t realize it. His format doesn’t consist of jokes about the average black comedian stuff.”
“Like what?”
“Like sex, weed smoking, taking a shit, and stealing. He talks about taking over the White House and the prison systems. So does Eddie Griffin. I just think they’re two great, funny black men wasting more potential than they’re using.”
Damn, my baby is deep! I like that in a woman. Straight opinionated!
“Give me an example of a comedian who is doing what you think they should be doing, then?” I challenge.
“Well, Steve Harvey, for one. When he was here in Dallas, he was down with Commissioner John Wiley Price. He had a thriving comedy club, he’s had two television shows that dealt with decent issues. He wasn’t taking no shit from ABC, so he left.”
“But he also wimped out on that radio station in Chicago. Left them hanging.”
“Don’t tell me you’re going to hold that one thing against a good man like Steve Harvey,” she huffs.
“You’re right. I still wish he would come back and reopen his club. But you must admit, Chris Rock does have his own talk show on HBO.”
“Damn, why should we have to pay to hear him talk common sense, though? See, he should have told the network folks that he wanted to be on prime time. Maybe Jay Leno would get canceled with his corny ass.”
“Adrian, Chris Rock has to make a living. I’m sure HBO is paying him good money to do what he does.”
“Greg, I sit all day listening to black women come in griping about their boyfriends, husbands, sons, uncles, nephews, and even their male bosses, and it makes me sick to hear how stupid some of them are when it comes to dealing with men. But when have we seen any good, positive, aware, bold brothers on regular television. That’s where half of the images are coming from. They don’t have cable in the ghetto.”
“Oh, they have it. It’s bootlegged, but they have it.”
“You know what I mean, Gregory.”
“Well, history has played a big part in the mentalities of both black men and women, honey. You can’t just blame it on television.”
“But Greg, you can’t blame everything on history
“Gregory Alston, I think you’re being too cautious.”
“We’ll see.”
We finish up our meals and clean the kitchen together.
That’s another thing I love about Adrian. She’s clean and loves sharing the responsibilities of household duties. She moves about in the kitchen concentrating on every single detail. She wipes the standing water from around the sink and on the cabinets.
By the time she finishes, my kitchen looks different. It almost has a glow to it. I’m trippin’ because it always looks brand-new when she cleans it.
I join Adrian on the couch and flip on the television. We watch
Malcolm & Eddie
, this show on UPN. Eddie Griffin is a fool to his heart. I laugh at his jokes throughout the whole show. Malcolm Jamal Warner isn’t as funny, but sometimes his timing gets him a few laughs. They should have gotten Chris Tucker to play Malcolm’s role, then the show would be funny as shit. Adrian lays in my arms sucking her teeth at every joke Eddie does. I know she’s trying not to laugh.
“Why does he have to be such a clown all the time?” she asks.
“He’s a comedian.” I laugh. “It’s how he makes a living, baby.”
“I just think Eddie Griffin is too smart to be doing all this goof-ball antics and talking about people all the time. The same goes for Chris Rock.”
“What do you mean?”
I love to hear Adrian voice her opinions. She’s smart for someone who graduated from high school and went straight to hair school. Sometimes I wonder where’d she get all of her knowledge. Most beauticians I’ve met don’t have a third of her common sense. Either that, or they hide it very well.
“Chris Rock makes jokes about really serious issues. He’s politically intelligent and doesn’t realize it. His format doesn’t consist of jokes about the average black comedian stuff.”
“Like what?”
“Like sex, weed smoking, taking a shit, and stealing. He talks about taking over the White House and the prison systems. So does Eddie Griffin. I just think they’re two great, funny black men wasting more potential than they’re using.”
Damn, my baby is deep! I like that in a woman. Straight opinionated!
“Give me an example of a comedian who is doing what you think they should be doing, then?” I challenge.
“Well, Steve Harvey, for one. When he was here in Dallas, he was down with Commissioner John Wiley Price. He had a thriving comedy club, he’s had two television shows that dealt with decent issues. He wasn’t taking no shit from ABC, so he left.”
“But he also wimped out on that radio station in Chicago. Left them hanging.”
“Don’t tell me you’re going to hold that one thing against a good man like Steve Harvey,” she huffs.
“You’re right. I still wish he would come back and reopen his club. But you must admit, Chris Rock does have his own talk show on HBO.”
“Damn, why should we have to pay to hear him talk common sense, though? See, he should have told the network folks that he wanted to be on prime time. Maybe Jay Leno would get canceled with his corny ass.”
“Adrian, Chris Rock has to make a living. I’m sure HBO is paying him good money to do what he does.”
“Greg, I sit all day listening to black women come in griping about their boyfriends, husbands, sons, uncles, nephews, and even their male bosses, and it makes me sick to hear how stupid some of them are when it comes to dealing with men. But when have we seen any good, positive, aware, bold brothers on regular television. That’s where half of the images are coming from. They don’t have cable in the ghetto.”
“Oh, they have it. It’s bootlegged, but they have it.”
“You know what I mean, Gregory.”
“Well, history has played a big part in the mentalities of both black men and women, honey. You can’t just blame it on television.”
“But Greg, you can’t blame everything on history
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