Inda’s Corner | Black Girls Do It Better: Aretha Franklin Edition

As a music lover, I’ve often thought about Aretha Franklin’s impact, the good and bad that came with her mind-blowing almost six-decade career. I think about how much I knew about her and what I didn’t know until August 16, 2018, the day of her passing. But most of all, I think about how she more than anyone exemplified how vocalists indeed are among some of our finest musical geniuses. Because Aretha was indeed a genius in every sense of the word. And she made sure we acknowledged this in her lifetime.


Inda’s Corner: Inda’s Music Time Machine – 1998 Edition

It’s time for another edition of Inda’s Music Time Machine. This time, I’m looking back to that year in my life that saw me ending my first year of undergrad and beginning the second. With a summer spent in my hometown for an internship at my local newspaper. Yes, it’s 1998.

Inda’s Corner: Hal Ashby’s Coming Home

Coming Home is the story of Sally Hyde and Luke Martin, Sally the wife of a Marine who has just been sent off to Vietnam and Luke a veteran whose experience in the war has left him paralyzed. Even though the film takes place in 1968, Sally is the perfect example of the ideal American housewife that we think of from the 1950s, making her entire life around her husband Bob. However, when he leaves, she goes to volunteer at a veteran’s hospital even though she knows Bob would not approve. There she reconnects with her high school classmate Luke.

This past February marked 40 years since Coming Home‘s release. Definitely time for a reflection on it and the effect it’s had on me, especially since I finally saw it all uncut since those days before TCM aired films “uncut and commercial free.” This film was the one that made Hal Ashby my favorite American filmmaker for years.

Inda’s Corner: Black Women Introverts (Don’t) Get Lonely

While Black women are expected to nurture and take care of others, we aren’t allowed to be lonely for ourselves. We aren’t supposed to have our own needs. And we’re supposed to like it even without the expectation of anyone else providing emotional support for our benefit. Loneliness isn’t something that Black women are supposed to experience in our day-to-day lives while we are busy being superwomen for everyone not falling under the category of Black times woman. We’re most certainly not supposed to be introverts. So what happens when you find yourself a Black woman possibly in middle age coming to terms with loneliness in your life and reconciling it being an introvert lacking the skills to secure your social circle for your later years?