The day after John Ridley took home the Oscar for his screenplay adaptation of Solomon Northup’s book 12 Years a Slave, news broke that things were icy between the screenwriter and the film’s director Steve McQueen. According to TheWrap.com, Ridley and McQueen “were embroiled in a bitter feud regarding credit for the film’s Oscar-winning screenplay…”
Basically, McQueen felt he should share the screenplay credit, while Ridley and the film’s distributor Fox Searchlight felt differently. In the end, Ridley won the Best Adapted Screenplay prize while McQueen shared the Best Picture Oscar with fellow producers Brad Pitt, Dede Gardner, Jeremy Kleiner, and Anthony Katagas.
I don’t know the particulars of the arrangement between Ridley and McQueen, specifically whether or not the director/producer actually put finger to keyboard, but the alleged “beef” raises the question of when/if it’s ever appropriate for the person(s) that…
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A tall, Blonde, hazel eyed Aryan Beauty walked into my Black-owned, professionally-hood barber shop today, greeted by a cascade of compliments, as each patron’s brown eyes followed her from the very moment she got out of her car.
She had successfully made it pass the dozen Brown Skinned Beauties standing outside of the barbershop, staring daggers at her.
There are always at least a dozen Black Women standing outside my barbershop, dressed in club attire, hair freshly done, make-up on point, high heel game vicious, wearing their best body suit or mini skirt.
These Women have careers, own businesses & are in grad school, pre law, & pre med, yet they commute at least once a week to stand in front of a barbershop, like it is a night club line, for at most an hour…
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