GUYS, my roommate and I also watched Woo last night for the first time and:
1. They really tried to make Woo as a name happen, and it was not happening.
2. ITS A BLACK MANIC PIXIE DREAM GIRL!!! I havent ever seen one before I don’t think. And the first half of the movie I was like why is she acting so CRAZY?? And then she started stealing and standing on things and being spontaneous and I was like, OHHHHH she’s a manic pixie dream girl who is going to change the male lead for the better with her spontenaity and love of life. There is LITERALLY dialogue at the end where he says that he is a better man after meeting her and that she changed his life and she says I knew you had it in you the whole time and I wanted to BARF because i thought it was a movie about Jada and it wasnt actually.
3. Jada used to play so many hood girl roles before she could be her normal self in hollywood. Sigh. Poor black women.
4.God, the 90s had so many good black movies and mixed cast movies and camp black movies and people said Brotha and Sistah all the time and spoke on issues like it was nothing. Now everything is all politically correct and one black person to a movie or show and I really miss that black panther/power period and now we get tyler perry movies and think like a man and I am so sad.
5. I need to watch Set It Off and Baps now
In response to anyone who thinks they have an fierce inner black woman in them and is not in fact, a black woman
See the thing about that fire and that “fierceness” is that it’s born out of our oppression, out of always being told that we are ugly, that our bodies are too fat or too muscular, that we don’t have the right kind of hair — and having to deconstruct all those things and tell ourselves that we are beautiful even though society is telling us that we are not.
That strength is born out of always having to defend ourselves against white supremacy and anti-black-woman-patriachy. From years of not seeing ourselves represented in anything aligned with beauty, of buying products that are made to make us look like not ourselves.
So there is no way you could have an inner black woman in you. You have not experienced our struggle, you don’t know it, you haven’t lived it, and you can’t imagine it.
See, you can’t sit with us, because we haven’t been able to sit at your table since our existence in this country. And while we were being excluded from your table we made our own, and it is fabulous and fly. And of course you now want to try and have a seat at our table, take our table, use it and ignore all the labor that went into creating THAT table.
But nah, sorry boo boo.
You ain’t never going to be us, you can try to wear your hair like us, you can try to dance like us, talk like us, wish you were us, but know this —
^^ The definition of the perfect response