1. In 2010, singer John Mayer gave an interview to Playboy magazine, in which he explored an ‘interesting’ philosophy regarding his penis and black women: “I don’t think I open myself to [black women],” he said. “My dick is sort of like a white supremacist. I’ve got a Benetton heart and a fuckin’ David Duke cock.” 2. Also [...]
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Is it too late to wish you all a Happy New Year? It is? Well, hard cheese. HAPPY NEW YEAR!
My sister sent me this piece from the Wall Street Journal last week, and we had a short angry ‘WTF?’ conversation about five minutes after I’d read the first couple of paragraphs. This bit, from the event organiser Rachel Chan was interesting to me: “For most guys, especially bankers, they say, ‘I’ve seen many, many pretty girls [...]
Everything happened this year. Revolutions, riots, dictator deaths, economic crises, royal weddings, the release of Captain America, featuring Chris Evans’ giant pecs, Kelly Rowland and a selection of wigs appeared on a painfully mediocre X-Factor, , a fictional Prime Minister boffed a pig, and I cut off all my hair… I could go on, but [...]
Hello, everyone! Hope you’re all settling in for the next week-and-a-bit of enforced family time. Bought the tofurky? Or is it turducken this year? Got the bougie goose fat? How about the balsamic vinegar glaze for the roast veg? Most importantly, have you invented the story that will allow you to extricate yourself at a [...]
Hi everyone! Yes, the blog is still largely neglected, and for that I apologise profusely. But! *Bright smile* Here’s an occasional new feature to make me seem less crap! From time to time, I will be writing short (or long) essays and putting them up on the blog. They’re not necessarily going to be about [...]
Ramadan is the ninth month of the Islamic calendar. It’s also pretty much the only month most non-Muslims can name, given its synonymity with fasting. For 29 or 30 days every year, Muslims the world over abstain from food and drink from dawn till dusk. On another level, the abstinence pertains to negative emotions too [...]
Come to Mama, my lovelies! “But YorubaGirl!” you cry. “What have you been doing all this time?” Look, readers. I don’t like to blow my own trumpet, but perhaps you heard about the closing of a little newspaper called the News of the World? Yeah – I had nothing to do with that. *taps nose* [...]
You’ve all no doubt noted my increasingly erratic schedule when it comes to posting on Yoruba Girl Dancing. Remember when I used to post three or four times a week? Yeah, me neither. I can only apologise and ask that you forgive me. Things have become quite hectic work-wise (as my various work plugs will [...]
Hey hey hey! Happy Friday, sweeties – hope you’ve all had productive weeks: deadlines have been met, targets smashed, feelings eaten. Cool. Cos I have some more images which you may find relevant to your mac-wearing interests: it’s The Friday Pretty! Let’s dive right in. In 2011, I’m trying to watch more movies. There is [...]
My first ‘scent’ as a child (my mum indulged us, yes) was Charlie, a cheap red can of sickly sweet perfume. But then, when the time came to leave home and go to boarding school, I received my first proper eau de toilette, and it was Elizabeth Taylor’s White Diamonds. It was quite possibly the [...]
January brings – along with the bad weather – ridiculous and inherently human optimism. We join the gym in droves, we buy expensive kit to work out with/in. We buy books promising to lead us onto a new path of plenty, less stress and enchanted love. We swear off booze, fags, drugs and cheese. We [...]
2010 is almost at an end, so let’s take stock, eh? A summary of a year in the life of Yoruba Girl Dancing [It's link-heavy, I warn you]: In January, I got interested in code-switching, enjoyed Clueless and Cupcakes and expounded on the joys of pub quizzes. February saw me get trapped in a lift [...]
… as I will be on BBC Radio 4′s Woman’s Hour tomorrow morning, discussing that piece I wrote for The Guardian about race and online dating. Tune in, won’t you?
This past weekend, The Guardian sent over a photographer to take my picture to illustrate a piece I did for them. I was given a couple of days’ notice and in stereotypical ‘Neurotic Modern Woman’ mode, dedicated the time to mapping my various bodily flaws. To be honest, ‘various’ is a bit of an exaggeration [...]