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Media personality Van Lathan posed an interesting question via his Twitter account recently, it was directed specifically at parents.
I’m not a parent but I had strong feelings about this question from the moment I finished reading it. I love me some Beyoncé. Her talent, her work ethic, her music, her movement, I think she’s a beast. And Jay Z is cool too. But I don’t know her. So the thought of sending my child away to live with the couple is out of the question, I don’t care how much money is on the table.
But to my surprise, a lot of parents on the internet didn’t share my feelings. Most of the responses to Lathan’s question went as follows.
When The Shade Room posted the question the responses over there were similar. My sister even noted that comedian D.L. Hughley, who has plenty of his own money, responded like so, “yall make sure you brush after every meal and say your prayers. We gonna buy you something nice with this lil 10k we got for letting you stay with uncle jay and aunite bey.”
There are several things at play here. One, I was raised with overly cautious parents, especially my mother. We were given explicit instructions never to sit in any man’s lap. There were several conversations about our body parts, boundaries, privacy, good touch/ bad touch.
Two, there are members of my family who have been the victim of sexual assault at the hands of other family members and people they knew, so anyone can be a potential threat.
And lastly, I watched HBO’s Leaving Neverland documentary not too long ago. And literally, Michael Jackson asked Wade Robeson’s mother if he could keep her son in his care and in his house for a full year. And while there are several mistakes Wade’s mother made along the way—including leaving him with Michael for a week while the rest of the family went to the Grand Canyon—she had enough sense not to leave her child with another person for a year on end.
When we, as a community, discuss Michael Jackson or R. Kelly, we question how the parents let something like this happen. We wonder why they were so trusting with their children. And for me, it’s not that hard to see why. Celebrity, particularly in America, is not only powerful, but it also gives us the false notion that we know these people. When we really don’t. I’m not making any type of judgment about Beyoncé and Jay Z as it relates to child abuse. But three million dollars—or any other dollar amount is not worth the risk.
What’s really interesting about Lathan’s question is that it’s purely hypothetical. As far as I know, he doesn’t share a particularly close relationship with the Carters but even the suggestion from him, an outsider, with far less fame has folks shipping their kids down the river. Imagine now, what people, parents would have done, if Beyoncé, Jay Z, Michael Jackson or R. Kelly had made this request themselves, in person with all we know about their fame, talent, riches and influence? Then we get a clearer picture of how and why parents made the choices that they did, even in the midst of red flags.
In Lathan’s question, he says that parents can only speak to their child once a week. That alone is fishy. Why just once a week? Why is access to my child being limited? That was not a little condition.
I don’t know if D.L. Hughley runs his own social media account. I don’t know if he typed that comment. And the following is not meant to shame him—but he knows firsthand what it’s like to have his child be the victim of sexual abuse—by someone he did know very well. The idea or even the suggestion that he would still after all he’s experienced, be willing to ship his kids off to strangers is unfortunate, to say the least.
I posted Lathan’s question in my Instagram stories and my friend responded with a sad truth.
“Girl, people ship their kids off because they don’t want them in the laundromat with them. The money just added the hell yea factor.”
I told y’all, I’m not a parent, so I can’t even imagine the mental, physical and emotional work that’s required to raise children. I have no idea. But what I do know is that children, generally, are only in our protection for a short period of time. And we can’t risk their physical and psychological safety for anything—especially not something as hollow as money. It doesn’t matter who it is.
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Media personality Van Lathan posed an interesting question via his Twitter account recently, it was directed specifically at parents.
I’m not a parent but I had strong feelings about this question from the moment I finished reading it. I love me some Beyoncé. Her talent, her work ethic, her music, her movement, I think she’s a beast. And Jay Z is cool too. But I don’t know her. So the thought of sending my child away to live with the couple is out of the question, I don’t care how much money is on the table.
But to my surprise, a lot of parents on the internet didn’t share my feelings. Most of the responses to Lathan’s question went as follows.
When The Shade Room posted the question the responses over there were similar. My sister even noted that comedian D.L. Hughley, who has plenty of his own money, responded like so, “yall make sure you brush after every meal and say your prayers. We gonna buy you something nice with this lil 10k we got for letting you stay with uncle jay and aunite bey.”
There are several things at play here. One, I was raised with overly cautious parents, especially my mother. We were given explicit instructions never to sit in any man’s lap. There were several conversations about our body parts, boundaries, privacy, good touch/ bad touch.
Two, there are members of my family who have been the victim of sexual assault at the hands of other family members and people they knew, so anyone can be a potential threat.
And lastly, I watched HBO’s Leaving Neverland documentary not too long ago. And literally, Michael Jackson asked Wade Robeson’s mother if he could keep her son in his care and in his house for a full year. And while there are several mistakes Wade’s mother made along the way—including leaving him with Michael for a week while the rest of the family went to the Grand Canyon—she had enough sense not to leave her child with another person for a year on end.
When we, as a community, discuss Michael Jackson or R. Kelly, we question how the parents let something like this happen. We wonder why they were so trusting with their children. And for me, it’s not that hard to see why. Celebrity, particularly in America, is not only powerful, but it also gives us the false notion that we know these people. When we really don’t. I’m not making any type of judgment about Beyoncé and Jay Z as it relates to child abuse. But three million dollars—or any other dollar amount is not worth the risk.
What’s really interesting about Lathan’s question is that it’s purely hypothetical. As far as I know, he doesn’t share a particularly close relationship with the Carters but even the suggestion from him, an outsider, with far less fame has folks shipping their kids down the river. Imagine now, what people, parents would have done, if Beyoncé, Jay Z, Michael Jackson or R. Kelly had made this request themselves, in person with all we know about their fame, talent, riches and influence? Then we get a clearer picture of how and why parents made the choices that they did, even in the midst of red flags.
In Lathan’s question, he says that parents can only speak to their child once a week. That alone is fishy. Why just once a week? Why is access to my child being limited? That was not a little condition.
I don’t know if D.L. Hughley runs his own social media account. I don’t know if he typed that comment. And the following is not meant to shame him—but he knows firsthand what it’s like to have his child be the victim of sexual abuse—by someone he did know very well. The idea or even the suggestion that he would still after all he’s experienced, be willing to ship his kids off to strangers is unfortunate, to say the least.
I posted Lathan’s question in my Instagram stories and my friend responded with a sad truth.
“Girl, people ship their kids off because they don’t want them in the laundromat with them. The money just added the hell yea factor.”
I told y’all, I’m not a parent, so I can’t even imagine the mental, physical and emotional work that’s required to raise children. I have no idea. But what I do know is that children, generally, are only in our protection for a short period of time. And we can’t risk their physical and psychological safety for anything—especially not something as hollow as money. It doesn’t matter who it is.
Writer: Saladin Ahmed / Artist: Javier Garrón / Marvel Comics
The hunt for Tombstone leads to an unlikely encounter. At the end of the last issue, Miles ended up crossing paths with Starling, another hero from Detroit. Without giving too much away, you’ll come to learn that she has serious beef with Tombstone and an unlikely connection to Spider-Man. She’s also Miles latest superhero team-up of the week.
It’s like writer Saladin Ahmed is challenging himself to see how many awkward encounters Miles can have with the rest of the heroes in the Marvel universe. To be honest, I am starting to get a The New Scooby-Doo Movies vibe with the rotating cast of heroes guest-starring in this book. However, the guest-star-of-the-week feel is actually enjoyable, as the characters Ahmed pairs Miles with complement him well.
Ahmed uses Starling to not only create a pretty badass superhero but to contrast with Miles in more ways than one. Starling’s beef with Tombstone is strong. It basically shapes how she goes about being a hero, which is a sharp turn from the way Miles does things. She’s more aggressive, less awkward, and has no qualms about permanently putting bad guys down. It’s understandable, though and, clearly, not the way Miles does things. It’s interesting to see him deal with someone who has the exact opposite thoughts on how criminals should be punished.
Despite Starling’s more violent tendencies, she seems to have a better handle on just how to deal with life. Miles also has a lot going on in his life lately. Issue after issue, all of his personal problems seem to be piling on. The Spider-Man curse is in full effect. Miles still doesn’t know how to handle things, however, and it shows. His life is starting to unravel and his issues with trust are only going to make things worse.
Saladin Ahmed is truly beginning to shape Miles as a character. I love how his story is being told: with some humor, great characters, and situations that really put Miles to the test as a superhero. Most of all, it feels grounded, which just makes the writing all the better.
8.5 Falling Tombstones out of 10
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Writer: Greg Pak / Artist: Gang Hyuk Lim / Marvel
If I had to describe my state of mind after reading War of the Realms: New Agents of Atlas #2, it would probably be along the lines of joyful or ecstatic: that type of full body happiness where you notice that you are smiling ear-to-ear and sitting up just a little bit straighter at attention. The inaugural issue of the mini-series was a rapid-fire introduction to all the players in this event. Greg Pak and Gang Hyuk Lim keep the momentum going by giving us the first American appearance of Sword Master and a proper introduction of Pele, Hawaiian Goddess of Fire and Lava, alongside Aero and my current favorite hero, Wave. Pak and Lim take all of this hype and carry it full steam ahead throughout the entire issue.
Picking up where New Agents of Atlas #1 left off, we find our favorite Asian and Asian-American heroes fighting a battle on two fronts: Shanghai and Seoul. Supernatural creatures have invaded both cities and our heroes are doing their best to protect civilians in beautiful form. Pak’s humor and dramatic writing skills, alongside Lim’s magnificent renditions of the heroes, allows us to further endear ourselves to them through simple quips and jaw-droppingly gorgeous panels.
We may not know these heroes but, based on how the background characters talk, there is clear mystique and legend surrounding them. We don’t need to know more beyond the fact that they are here to try and save the day from this supernatural threat. The action scenes are incredible, and each skirmish with Sindr’s forces drum up the pace to Amadeus Cho’s eventual gambit.
No One Hero
Throughout the text, there is a thematic note of “we have to work together”. It’s this simple, honest truism that breathes life into the book. The sentiment works because we see different fragmented coalitions doing their best, yet every page reveals that no one hero can solve this cataclysmic event. It all builds up to a grand, climatic moment fitting for the halfway point of the mini-series.
I have no idea what’s going on with the rest of the War of the Realms. Honestly, I don’t care. I do care deeply about the New Agents of Atlas and the beautiful character and narrative work that Pak and Lim are doing to bring this diverse cast of characters to a local comic shop near me. I do care deeply about the small interactions between heroes punctuating the grander scheme of a cosmic war being waged on earth. I do care about this series so much, and that’s more than enough for me.
9.7 “Elementals” out of 10
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What if Superman was a horror movie? An alien crash-lands on earth, is raised by loving human parents, and develops incredible powers—it’s a familiar story that we know and love all too well. But what if he doesn’t want to save the world, but rather, take the world? That’s the question explored in the horror-superhero mashup Brightburn, a splashy genre piece with some chilling themes and subtext.
The team behind Brightburn knows their superheroes and their horror. Producer James Gunn helmed the horror flick Slither and the superhero indie Super before graduating to the Guardians of the Galaxy franchise. His brother Brian Gunn wrote the script for Brightburn with cousin Mark Gunn, while David Yarovesky directs.
Elizabeth Banks stars as Tori, a Kansas woman trying and failing for a baby with her husband Kyle (David Denman). Their prayers are answered one night when a mysterious meteor crashes in the woods next to their house, and they find a baby boy inside, whom they raise as their own. Of course, all hell breaks loose when puberty hits. Jackson A. Dunn plays their son Brandon, a seemingly sweet and smart kid, who starts to rattle the chains on his idyllic childhood and parental control when he turns 12.
While that kind of rebellion is natural at that age, for Brandon, his acting out involves chanting mysterious incantations in a trance, yanking on the doors of the barn basement where the wrecked alien ship is stored. He starts to develop urges about women and girls, which his parents presume is normal hormonal changes in their boy. But his desires seem off, with graphic photographs of internal organs mixed up in the bra ads he stores under his bed. He becomes fixated on a girl in his class and when she rejects him out of fear, he crushes her hand. The resulting scandal and punishment for this act leads to a series of gruesomely bloody events that spiral throughout the small town of Brightburn, KS. Yarovesky does not hold back on the body horror that is inflicted.
All the while, Tori defends and protects her son. She’s unwilling to believe he could possibly have anything to do with the tragedy and horror raining down upon their town, while Brandon becomes increasingly remote, angry and dangerous.
Brightburn never focuses on what Brandon wants or why he’s doing this, which is a boon to the film. We know he’s a malevolent alien with powers of flight, laser eyes, and super strength, but we don’t know where he comes from or who he truly is. The only explanation, in allegory, comes from a science class where Brandon carefully explains the difference between wasps and bees—wasps are predators while bees are domesticated creatures. He’s simply programmed to be a predator, and eliminate all threats around him.
Dunn plays the part of the little psychopath well. One can’t help but think of Columbine killer Eric Harris, who similarly detailed his plans to blow up the world in his journals and notebooks, and managed to manipulate and fool the authority figures in his life. The kind of rhetoric that Brandon spews, about his superiority, what he is entitled to, feels like it was transcribed verbatim from a violent incel message board. While Brightburn certainly is a bloody horror flick, there are these metaphors and timely ideas simmering below the surface that make it more than just schlock and sensation.
Brightburn is rich with references and genre expectations. While the supervillain comic trope provides the narrative backbone, the film falls into the horror subgenre of the demonic child, like Damien from The Omen. But the puberty angle aligns him more with classic teen female monsters like Regan from The Exorcist and Carrie White in Carrie. Banks’ Tori, who starts out as a Cool Mom, starts to take on shades of Piper Laurie’s overbearing Margaret White from Carrie, who identifies evil in a child and tries to do something about it.
While Brandon might be imbued with superpowers, his rhetoric hits chillingly close to home. The kind of language that Brandon uses to justify his actions feels all too real, as he claims “good reasons” for his actions, and the dark, absolute sense of superiority that he asserts. But what he wreaks is gory, random, and ultimately devastating. If Brightburn tries to impart any message, it’s a warning, and an urgent one too.
3 1/2 stars out of 5
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