We won’t even get into that conversation because that’s an intracultural debate that has lots of deep, psychological roots. Or not. Whatever the reason, I won’t cover it in this blog today because it’s an exhaustive, subjective topic. The bottom line, though, is Q loves himself some porcelain flesh, which is why I wasn’t surprised when I was flipping through my new issue of Vogue magazine (August 2006) and found him strutting his stuff with yet another fair-faced lovely in a Jimmy Choo ad.
Then things took a shocking turn. First, Q had ol’ girl changing the tire on his big black ride as he monitored things from the cool interior of the car.
Shades of O.J., anybody? This totally caught me offguard. An image of a powerful black man killing a white woman and digging a hole to bury her…in a high-end shoe ad? The world, she is definitely a-changin’.