Didn’t get too much use out of my camera at the Erykah Badu / Janelle Monáe show last Friday, and I don’t do too well with low light, neither. But with a little color editing, it works out — now we all match Erykah’s bright, bright stage.
To be perfectly, perfectly honest, I felt a little disappointed by the show. Something about the ricocheting between extremes of inscrutable coolness and raw vulnerability that didn’t do it for me. But! The audience was simply beautiful — all kind of folks, all ages, everyone warm and friendly and smiling. I hadn’t been to a concert in a long time, and this one was a great opportunity to just walk around and take in the splendor of regular people.
In other news, my first post is up at Feministe! I’m pretty excited. Come check it out!
I hope this isn’t too shallow, but you guys are a phenomenally good looking bunch!
Thanks for the compliment, Roger. :)
There is a normative-attractiveness privilege thing that has been somewhat complicated for me, historically, especially as someone with an ‘ugly duckling’ childhood. It’s true, the majority of my early adulthood friends have been considered beautiful (and not in a cookie-cutter kind of way), and many of us try to consider that honestly as a factor that impacts our lives, interactions, and options.
No disrespect meant to your kindness — and yes, we do have fun bein’ all grown and sexy. ;)