A moist, vague moral populism meets New Jack Swing. 


To paraphrase Faulkner, it's a hard life on a single black woman for a fact. Or more likely, not so hard. The experience is never as hard, as enduring the self-appointed analysts. Black and otherwise.

Monica Potts has more. So does Michael Eric Dyson.

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