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There’s an obnoxious Twitter feed called Shady Music Facts, which does a wonderful job of feeding material to stans of various pop stars who like to slander each other’s favorite artists with the fun facts provided. The practice itself is not new. Before social media, people engaged in this habit by way of Internet message boards. Blame my mama for introducing me to this pastime as a teenager by way of not letting me go party in middle and high school.

In any event, I see these tweets inserted into my timeline damn near every single day, only I will say it reminds me of something I had already known: Though she might be a pop cultural deity, and continues to be wildly successful and influential, Beyoncé has not had a major solo pop hit all decade. Yes, “Drunk in Love” made it No. 2 on the Hot 100, but Jay Z hopped on the coattails of that obvious hit, thus meaning she didn’t go it alone.

Sample tweets from this feed about such reality include, “Despite not reaching #1, ‘FourFiveSeconds’ peaked higher than Beyoncé’s last FIVE singles.”

And: “BEYONCÉ era: 1 Top 3 single. 1989 era…so far: 2 #1 singles + a top 10 single.”

Also: “Thanks to Lady Gaga, ‘Telephone’ is the best selling song thatBeyoncé has featured on this decade.”

Plus: “Rihanna has managed to achieve six #1 singles since Beyoncé last had her #1 single in 2008.”

Although these facts are irrefutable, context is key, and once you’re clued in on that, you realize how much more remarkable Beyoncé’ssuccess this decade is. Taylor Swift is an industry unto herself, but the same can be said of Beyoncé—and really, Beyoncé’s stature overall still arguably overrides hers. Swift may as well be the Team Captain of the celebrity wing of the Beyhive.

As for Lady Gaga, well, you remember ARTPOP, don’t you?

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As it stands now, Tyga’s biggest consequence from dating the still very much a minor Kylie Jenner will be really bad casting on a future episode of Law & Order: SVU chronicling their relationship.

Seemingly aware of this reality, Tyga is reportedly gloating about it. The 25-year-old rapper is said to be “defiant” about his relationship with the youngest Jenner sister. Per TMZ, Tyga “doesn’t care about the laws prohibiting adults from having sex with minors.” So we’ve noticed.

In his mind, Tyga apparently feels that Kylie is “more mature than most adults.” Tyga must not know many people his age group and up. His rationale, though, is that she is a millionaire who runs a business and owns her home. Considering Tyga’s upper middle class background, the taxes his parents paid in year’s past should’ve made sure he went to good schools who taught students how to think critically.

Sure, Kylie has a business, but it’s a business run majorly through her mother and secured through the popularity of her older sister, Kim Kardashian. Such is the point of New York Times magazine profile of the Kardashian matriarch, aptly entitled “Where Would the Kardashians Be Without Kris Jenner?” As writerTaffy Brodesser-Akner notes with respect to the family’s very long list of successes, “The thing is, no one in her family knew what they were doing until Kris took charge.”

Tyga may genuinely like Kylie albeit illegally, but basing that allure on “maturation” is a joke. She’s not running the show; she’s merely a part of it. Now he’s enjoying the perks of jumping on the bandwagon. This is what Kanye West was alluding to in an interview with Power 105.1’s The Breakfast Club/ “I think he got in early, I think he was smart,” he disgustingly said. “They’re closer in age than a lot of relationships I know. I knew Tyga was smart, you know.”

Considering Kanye West has a thing for molding the women in his life, I imagine he would think Tyga “getting in early” would be “smart.” I’d love to see how “smart” he finds the man who may one day try this on his own daughter.

Regardless of what Tyga is said to feel about Kylie’s “maturity,” he has known her since she was a child. There is footage from the show of a then 14-year-old Kylie Jenner flirting with Tyga. That family can try to spin this all they’d like, but there’s something wrong with an adult man dating a teenager that he got closer to because his baby mama used to be BFFs with her older sister.

Unfortunately, none of this matters because TMZ highlights exactly why Tyga “doesn’t give a f*** about what the law says”: the police cannot do anything about it. They won’t investigate a statutory rape claim unless someone complains, and thus far, no one has. I wouldn’t expect Kylie’s mother to say anything ever. In her NYT mag profile, it is explained that Kris Jenner met her first husband, Robert Kardashian, when she was 17 while he was “a lawyer 11 years her senior.” This is probably the part in which people will counter, “See! See! It’s common.” What’s common and what’s right are not always intertwined.

Even so, as far as them being a couple, that is settled. That cannot be changed. What can and should, however, is how we collectively discuss their relationship.

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Should a camera crew be following someone in rehab? My instinct says, “fuck no,” but if we’re being fair to all parties involved with Love & Hip Hop: Atlanta, I’d rather watch Stevie J recite Instagram inspirational word memes he learned in group therapy than deal with most of the other men on this show. So would you.

The episode launched with the sight of Stevie J strumming his guitar as he awaited a visit from Joseline. Stevie J informs the Puerto Rican Princess that he has to dedicate his next year to sobriety, which means she can’t be smoking weed anymore. Joseline astutely noted that she shouldn’t have to give up her love of the grass cause his piss in a cup keeps setting off alarms within law enforcement. I know that when you love someone, you’re supposed to sacrifice for them because that’s what people in a relationship do, blah, blah, bullshit, but no weed? No thank you.

Joseline would go on to inform Stevie J that her and Mimi won’t be braiding Ava’s hair together, so he can kindly stop asking him to make amends with that broken woman still upset that he no longer wants a relationship with her. Speaking of people who won’t be kicking it anytime soon, Karlie Redd and Rasheeda had a confrontation over the confrontation at Karlie’s store opening that took place a week ago. You know, I don’t really feel any strong way about Rasheeda on this show besides her looking like the female version of Superfly Jimmy Snucka, but I will say she was dead wrong last night.

Listen, Rasheeda, you did not have good intentions when you brought Erica to Karlie’s store opening. You did not want them to make amends because if you did, you would’ve organized a dinner with no food at a later date like a real neutral ass reality show cast member would have. What you did was go to fuck shit up. So be it, but own it. 

Rasheeda did not, opting instead to bash Karlie Redd. At one point, Karlie said, “K. Michelle was right about you.” Well, she did not tell a lie there based on that scene. The two then had a Sheree and NeNe type verbal exchange. I’m going to go with Karlie for this round given she told Rasheeda, “CNN was at my motherfucking event. Name the last time CNN been at yo’ shit.” And outside, Karlie yelled, “Get in the fucking car cause you ain’t shit.”

All Rasheeda did was call Karlie messy, lame, and made an AARP reference. Girl, you’re messy for what you did last week; you’re still married to Kirk Frost and you bite Shawty Lo’s flow so how’s all that for lame; as for age, umm, you’re not exactly the freshest peach in the pile either, beloved.

In related delusional lame news, Nikko is back despite my prayers that all footage with him will be lost in the editing bay. Nikko’s estranged wife, Margeaux, has moved to Atlanta—in the same building as Nikko. During a conversation, Nikko claims he made a “blood pact” with Mimi to lie about the origins of their porn. Margeaux believes him because she seems gullible as hell. Lift that sucker in prayer, y’all.

Read the rest at Complex.

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urlCiara’s inconsistency fascinates me. On one end, you want to cheer any artist willing to forgo formula for the sake of innovation. However, sometimes trying new things feels more rooted in cynicism than creativity. Like they’re simply trying whatever, hoping something sticks. Whatever the case, where you land on Ciara’s sixth new album, Jackie, likely depends on what kind of artist you think Ciara should be at this stage in her career.

For some, her very well done but commercially underappreciatedeponymous fifth album is her sweet spot. I quite enjoy that album, which was led by the fantastic “Body Party” but perhaps fizzled under the better-seen-on-stage-than-heard-on-the-radio “I’m On” with Nicki Minaj. That was the Georgia peach I remember from the days she kept her goodies locked in the jar. Sonically, that is the Ciara I prefer to hear.

If you are in agreement with me, then you may not enjoy Jackie as much as other fans since it doesn’t offer much of that Ciara. The album gives a mishmash of sounds found on a So So Def Bass All-Stars compilation album, hints of electro, and one too many slower numbers to my liking. Some songs somewhat harken back to the Ciara of yore. There is the track “Fly,” which is like the offspring of “1, 2 Step” and one of those inspirational songs R. Kelly used to do in the 1990s. It’s a track for the club, only not the kind I’d go to.

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There will never, ever be another Janet Jackson.

Mega stardom of her kind is increasingly hard to reach, especially if you are a black woman. There is Beyoncé, but even she can no longer claim to have the sort of radio dominance Janet once commanded—though that’s more so a testament to the diminished influence of “urban” music than Yoncé’s catalog. She’s also more an amalgamation of several pop stars of yore—Diana Ross, Tina Turner, Michael and Janet Jackson, respectively—than a singular artist. There is also Rihanna, but she’s long noted that she desires to be more of a “Black Madonna.”

Both dance (one way more energetically than the other), but neither offer the sort of choreography that made Janet Jackson the iconic pop star she is today.

I’m sure some people would now like to interject Ciara, who I’ve jokingly said in the past could’ve been some country-fried-steak version of Damita Jo. I wish Ciara the best in all her future endeavors, but she lacks vision, cohesion, and for all intents and purposes, blew whatever chance she had at becoming a behemoth in music. At this stage of her career, she’s more like a Kardashian who can dance.

Nonetheless, there is hope of an artist who can at least encompass some of Janet’s best qualities for a new generation.

If there’s anyone who might be able to muster what Janet Jackson meant to me growing up, it is the 22-year-old singer Tinashe. Whenever I say this to someone, I’m often met with one or two response: “Who?” or “That ‘2 On’​ girl?” These are fair reactions, but not necessarily credible ones.

For starters, Tinashe has made her love of Janet Jackson very clear. In an interview with The Cut, Tinashe was asked about “How Many Times,” a track that features Future and is a sample of the Janet classic “Funny How Time Flies When You’re Having Fun.” Tinasheexplained, “I listened to her all the time growing up, and she was definitely one of the people I idolized from a dance perspective, to performance, to music videos, to the music, just all around.”

If you listen to her very well done debut album, Aquarius, the previous mixtapes she released prior (which she wrote and produced on her own), you can tell The Velvet Rope is likely Tinashe’s favorite Janet album. She confirmed that last summer with theGrio, noting, “I would tell my future kids that if they wanted to know what artist represented R&B, it would be Janet. The Velvet Rope-era Janet was my favorite.”

I’ve seen complaints that perhaps Janet influences Tinashe a wee bit too much in terms of both style and vocal arrangement. Younger acts tend to draw heavily from those who inspire them, but for a woman who has been the dominant force of her own creative direction, one imagines those are more kinks needed to be worked out in her own development. If you listen to Tinashe’s excellent new EP, Amethyst, one thing should be certain: She has a distinct point of view.

Read the rest at Complex.

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Last night’s episode of Love & Hip Hop: Atlanta was basically the equivalent of a watered down well drink. You don’t love it and know you deserve better, but it’s right there in front of you so you may as well finish it since another round’s coming. A whole lot did happen, but only some of it was worth discussing.

Let’s begin with Erica and Lil’ Scrappy and their reminder of why it’s very, very important you plan ahead when it comes to procreation. As we’ve learned in the last two episodes, Scrappy has not been paying child support. According to Erica, Scrappy owes her close to $50,000 in back child support. Fed up, Erica spoke with an attorney who made it be known that if he doesn’t pay his fair share, he’ll be appearing on another reality show: Lockdown.

Unfortunately, Scrappy’s legal counsel is Momma Dee, Not Esquire who approached Erica to complain about her son being served while they were at the strip club. Let’s pause right here. You’ve heard that your son isn’t paying child support. You speak to your son about the mother of you granddaughter’s claims. You join your son at the strip club—no judgment, they do live in Atlanta—and he is served papers over back child support. You’ve been given a back-story, you’ve tried to step in and help rectify the situation only to discover that the problem has not been solved. And yet, you’re mad at the person asking for back child support versus the motherfucker allegedly not paying it?

Momma Dee, I like you and your trap Anita Baker musical leanings, but you’ve got to get the fuck on with that bullshit. Remove your nipple from Scrappy’s mouth and tell him to stop tipping strippers and put some of that money in the hand of the woman who birthed his child.

Meanwhile, Erica finds herself at odds with Karlie Redd after she finds out that Karlie Reddwent behind her back and started a clothing store without her despite them planning to open one together for months. Rasheeda was the one who shared the news to Erica and the two rolled up toKarlie Redd’s store opening to shade her. That’s where Erica and Rasheeda—who wore matching coats for some reason—met Jessica Dimepiece, who obviously watches the show and was ready to pounce. On Love & Hip Hop Afterparty, Dimepiecesays her issues with them are rooted in their disdain for fellow Memphis native K. Michelle.

No offense to Dimepiece, but I just met you and you’re already trying to beef with people who’ve been here longer than you and you don’t even know them? Girl, have a sip of water and settle your ass down. You’ve got all season to argue for no good reason for our amusement.

By the way, only in Atlanta will a store in the mall have a red carpet with its opening. It’s probably next to a Panda’s Express, too.

Oh, and since I brought her up, I should note that K. Michelle made an appearance on the show. Remember when that used to be a big deal? It’s not so much now because she has no real attachment to anyone on the show. Sure, she has her industry friendship with Joseline and her seemingly forced good rapport with Karlie Redd, but eh. I’d love to see K. Michelle and Mimi Faust have a conversation, though.

Mimi, who continues to be the fly that needs swatting, met up with Deb Antney to discuss her stupid business arrangement with Nikko. Deb, who is hilariously the spiritual advisor of this show, told her exactly what to do: write some bullshit ass sentences and tell Nikko that’s their book deal and to fuck off. However, once Deb learned that Mimi is now in business with Stevie J, she shook her head with the rest of us. Deb asked if Mimi was still in love with Stevie J and she refused to answer. So that means yes, which means hell no, fool, to those of us watching who know better.

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As the city of Baltimore deals with what many have considered inevitable – conflict between the community and law enforcement boiling over onto the streets – its mayor, Stephanie Rawlings-Blake, finds herself rushing to clarify controversial comments she made about the protesters.

Over the weekend, Mayor Rawlings-Blake said of protests on Saturday, “It’s a very delicate balancing act because while we tried to make sure they were protected from the cars and the other things that were going on, we gave those who wished to destroy space to do that, as well.”

In response to criticism, Rawlings-Blake took to Facebook to write:

“I did not instruct police to give space to protesters who were seeking to create violence or destruction of property. Taken in context, I explained that, in giving peaceful demonstrators room to share their message, unfortunately, those who were seeking to incite violence also had space to operate.”

Unfortunately, this is not the comment that’s most troubling. Even if Rawlings-Blake meant she allowed some people to act out their rage for the sake of possibly preventing more, so be it. Rawlings-Blake noticing anger is not the problem. Her lack of regard for those who are angry and why – i.e. her constituents – is the real disappointment.

During a press conference on Monday night, Rawlings-Blake said:

 “I’m a lifelong resident of Baltimore and too many people have spent generations building up this city for it to be destroyed by thugs who in a very senseless way are trying to tear down what so many have fought for. Tearing down businesses.

Tearing down and destroying property, things that we know will impact our community for years. We are deploying every resource possible to gain control of the situation and to ensure peace moving forward.”

As a life-long resident turned mayor of Baltimore, Rawlings-Blake should know better than anyone that the frustration turned into rage that gave way to rioting was decades in the making. It is the result of jobs fleeing the city in favor of cheaper labor abroad; a war on drugs that was only successful in taking Black men off the streets to the delight of the now booming private prison industry; a police department that has such an extensive history of brutality that it has spent millions upon millions to pay victims off. Many ofthose payoffs are just a few years old.

As a politician, Rawlings-Blake ought to also be keenly aware of how “thug” is often employed by critics of Black people in thinly veiled racist rhetoric. More often than not, “thug” is a substitute for “nigger” and while I’m not surprised to see a Black face echo a white supremacist sentiment, it is no less disappointing.

How dare she bear witness and preside over a police department that has long been known to harass Black people and find the nerve to call them “thugs” without also acknowledging that they’re pissed over the thuggery of the Baltimore Police Department? It’s like the Baltimore Police Commissioner calling on parents to “take control of your kids” as he fails to control his police department.

Then there is President Obama, who in a press conference on Tuesday afternoon, once again called on the nation to “do some soul-searching.” Obama then joined Rawlings-Blake in condemning the “criminals and thugs who tore up” Baltimore Monday night, arguing, “They’re not making a statement.” I certainly think a statement was made, though it seems Obama, Rawlings-Blake, and Maryland Governor Hogan have stuck their fingers in their eyes and proceeded to chant, “La-la-la-la.”

By the way, Obama lamented over “communities where there are no fathers who can provide guidance to young men.” It’s a feeling echoed by Kentucky senator and Republican presidential hopeful Rand Paul. How patriarchal. How hallow. How boring. I’d rather Obama lecture Hogan given he’s the one proposing to cut $35 million to Baltimore City schools.

To hell with all of their moralizing. This country was stolen from its original inhabitants and built on the backs of African slaves held in captivity. It presently oppresses descendants of those people both socially and economically. So when it comes to Obama’s call for America to “do some soul-searching,” one wonders what soul America has ever proven to have?

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On the series premiere of Oxygen’s The Prancing Elites Project, a woman posed a well-meaning but otherwise stupid question to Adrian Clemons, Kentrell Collins, Kareem Davis, Jerel Maddox and Tim Smith, who make up the dance team known as The Prancing Elites. The woman, spotting the group standing as attendants rather than performers, wondered, “Why aren’t y’all out there?” Kentrell, the stern, no nonsense captain of the dance squad, was blunt: “GIRL, YOU KNOW WHY!”

She sure did, only sometimes people want to assume the best even when their worst fears are right in front of them. The new series chronicles the gender-bending group’s attempts to simply do what they love without ridicule from residents of their native Mobile, Ala. For anyone who’s frequented a gay club in the south primarily attended by other Black people, you are familiar with the sight of a group congregating at some point to J-Set. J-Setting, is a style of dance popularized by the Jackson State University marching band dance team, the Prancing J-Settes.

I’ve seen plenty of men do the moves of majorettes inside of gay clubs. I know for a fact that on many a Friday or Saturday night at a gay club, this is their chance to do what makes them happiest in peace. Many of them practice for it during the week to make sure the moment counts. No matter if they’re wearing sequins, dancing in a way that reads as “feminine,” and bearing faces that are “painted for the gawds,” be clear that it takes a lot of balls to step out of your comfort zone to do something you know will tick other people off.

And if we’re being completely honest, I, too, used to be obsessed with the way majorettes in marching bands danced. I have copied those moves before, only in the secrecy of my own room. Even if I’ve come to accept my homosexuality, I’ve had struggles with reconciling sexual preference with my sense of masculinity. These five individuals are far more secure than many of their critics and supporters.

Yes, they’ve netted some notoriety by way of a retweet from Shaquille O’Neal, numerous national television appearances, and on the premiere, an on-air fan out starring NeNe Leakes. Even so, when it comes to those within their community, their remains much resentment— which curbs them from performing at local parades. They’re open to opportunities outside of that, but they’ve modeled themselves after marching band dancers. Clearly, they want to be able to dance and march in parades.

Despite being met with rejection, we see Kentrell convince them to put on their uniforms and perform albeit on the sidelines. In response, they’re greeted with boos and hisses from parade goers. As their agent explains to them, they are rejected primarily under the pretense that they are not “family friendly.”

Because many idiots continue to conflate sexual orientation immediately with sex. Because men and women who do not behave as they are socialized to are perceived as seedy. At one point, Adrian cries, explaining, “I just feel like I have this disease that no one wants to be around.” Fortunately, some of the people cry with them, pushing them to keep going. This includes a mom, a very young girl, and a dad who reminds me of the Brawny man.

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Note: Though Bruce Jenner has now identified as a woman, he has not yet elected to be identified under a new name or by female pronouns, so as a result, I’ve used male pronouns.

Even if some of Diane Sawyer’s questions to Bruce Jenner seemed banal to those already familiar with the facts that gender identity and sexual orientation are not mutually exclusive or the notion that our rigid definitions of gender are damaging, the reality is the general public remains largely ignorant. We don’t talk about gender enough; we don’t talk about sexuality enough; we don’t acknowledge the complexity in either.

This is why television remains such a powerful medium in familiarizing the masses with issues foreign to them and why pop cultural icons like Jenner make for the perfect ambassadors. What Jenner did was powerful and when his reality series premieres this summer, he will be using his platform to make meaningful contributions.

These are all good things, and yet, some have since expressed that it’s not good enough. Over the weekend, I saw various people on my social media feeds try to challenge the notion that Jenner was “brave,” arguing instead that he’s “privileged.” I think it’s cute when people learn new terms and phrases and proceed to use and abuse them. It’s on trend.

You don’t quantify someone’s level or bravery. Having access and excess does not negate consequences with being vulnerable. At one point in his life, Jenner represented the height of masculinity, and in an interview he didn’t owe anyone, told the world that he privately loathed it because it’s not who he was. Saying that was brave.

Not only was he adamant about his story being just that, he took a minute to acknowledge the very marginalized groups often ignored — namely Black trans women. Bruce’s interview was about Bruce, but he decided to use that space to speak out for those who don’t command such level of celebrity.

Jenner elected to publicly discuss a deeply personal issue that has followed him throughout his life at a time when the issues of the trans community are only now being brought to the forefront – mostly thanks to the work of actressLaverne Cox, writer and television host Janet Mock, and collegiate athlete turned activist Kye Allums. Jenner’s interview with Sawyer now takes those efforts one-step further.

A celebrated Olympian and actor turned patriarch in a hugely popular reality TV show phenomenon, Jenner is in a unique position in that his generational appeal is varied, thus making his decision to reveal that he is a transgender woman all the more powerful. He didn’t owe us any of that, and while there is work to be done, let’s not taint this contribution.

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Is soon as it was reported that Jesus’ purported favorite fallen quarterback, Tim Tebow, had signed with the Philadelphia Eagles, I knew someone would bring up Michael Sam and the notion of unfairness.

Enter the Outsports headline: “Tim Tebow signs with the Eagles and America asks, ‘How in the $%@& is Michael Sam not with a team?’” There is a bit of irony in the criticism that Sam would be too much of a “distraction” in a league filled with them, but maybe, just maybe, Sam is also very much at fault for his very brief stint in professional football. Though it’s admirable that Sam elected to be the face of gay football players, it’s fair to argue that he may have coveted the spotlight a wee bit too much and his manner of attaining it served him no purposes—especially when his skills on the field had yet to position him as a must-have player.

Like many, I was happy to read about someone black and a college football star saying that he is gay in such an important space like the New York Times. But then there was the follow-up piece in the paper that detailed Sam’s life more vividly, notably his somewhat strained relationship with his father, Michael Sam Sr., over his sexuality. After that, word of an announced and subsequently postponed OWN “docuseries” (read: classier title for reality show) chronicling Sam’s quest to be the first openly gay NFL player.

I appreciated Sam’s candor at the time. I remain grateful for his attempt to help refute the perception that to love another man automatically makes one effeminate and therefore unable to excel in a sport like football (which he did as a collegiate player). In hindsight, Sam’s rollout was more fitting for the release of an R&B album than the start of a career in the NFL. Then again, all Frank Ocean did with respect to acknowledging that he, at one point in his life, loved a man waspublish a couple of paragraphs about the experience on Tumblr. Ocean then proceeded to let the music speak for itself.

To that end, the last thing I read about Michael Sam the football player was back in March, when he reportedly had a very bad day at the NFL veterans’ combine. As one agent told TMZ, “My real honest opinion is that he was flat-out horrible. He did not belong out there.” Another added, “Here was a chance to show his determination and dedication, and the GMs didn’t see that. I think there’s a chance he could play in the Canadian Football League. He sells tickets. He attracts fans. And from there you never know.”

Will Tim Tebow be as terrible as most considered him before he exited the league? That is probable, but one thing is for certain: Much of his headline-generating antics of the past have died down over time.

By comparison, Michael Sam signed on for a season of Dancing With the Stars. I get it; the rent is high and if your footwork can’t cover it for the Dallas Cowboys or St. Louis Rams, then you might as well collect a check from ABC in the meantime. Nonetheless, that’s a show all too welcoming of football players, though typically ones who have already accomplished enough in the NFL.

I do not totally knock Sam’s decision to do that show, but I do take issue with the way he described other gay NFL players in the league last month. As reported by Charean Williams at the Fort Worth Star-Telegram, Sam explained, “I am not the only gay person in the NFL. I’m just saying there is a lot of us. I respect the players that did reach out to me and had the courage to tell me that they were also gay, but they do not have the same courage as I do to come out before I even played a down in the NFL.”

The invocation of “courage” to separate him from other players reeks of hubris and self-righteousness. That may have not been Sam’s intention, but it speaks to an overall problem many—gay and straight—have with him. Representation remains an issue for minorities collectively, but one thing we should all remember is that none of us living on the outliers of what constitutes the mainstream—heterosexual, cisgender, white as the sheets of a bigot—owe anyone a damn thing.

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