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Kathy Y. Wilson

Likewise, I'm Sure: The Enquirer's Peter Bronson

0 Comments · Wednesday, August 13, 2003
People want me to hate Peter Bronson. "How do you sit beside him every week on that show?" they ask of our oppositional banter on Hot Seat, Channel 9's Sunday morning roundtable. You're probably ho  

Treacherous Bunnies' Lament

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 30, 2003
It's Bugs Bunny's 65th anniversary. I wanted to write solely about Liberia, our lyin'-ass president and why he don't particularly give a fuck about a country of dusty-ass Africans 'cause can't no p  


0 Comments · Wednesday, July 23, 2003
The lure of anonymous pussy trumps mortgages, diapers, family vacations, carpools and all those other trappings of domestic bliss. While work-a-day men bet the farm on pussy, athletes and entertai  

Call Me Chad

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 16, 2003
I knew I was a nerd when my brothers ridiculed the way I talked. Just like fellow female black nerd Dani McClain (see The Other 'N' Word ), I got clowned for "talking white." In case you've taken   

Music: The Art of Noise

The poetics of Ursula Rucker's ruckus

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 9, 2003
Whenever the overhead blower clicks on in the CityBeat office, Ursula Rucker's sotto voce is swamped by gusts of industrial-strength, conditioned air. When it shuts off, Rucker's still hard to h  

Greatest Licks

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 9, 2003
Three years on, and I'm still checkin' for fools. July 13 marks the three-year anniversary of the inception of "Your Negro Tour Guide." This is your 140th Tour, regardless of where you hopped on or   

Dancing with the Devil

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 2, 2003
In 1970, Sen. Strom Thurmond hired Thomas Moss. A black South Carolinian and director of the Voter Education Project, which advocated black voter registration, Moss was the first black person hired  

'Shame the Devil': Hal McKinney and the shooting at Junker's Tavern

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 11, 2003
Hal McKinney's dogs want to eat me. Alerted by incessant barking, the 54-year-old Northsider appears in the doorway of his Chase Avenue home. Approaching the tall wooden fence, he assures his dogs  

Brown Meat, Beer and a Bootleg Cabbie

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 4, 2003
The meat isn't brown. I'd heard and believed the urban legend that said meat sold at the Over-the-Rhine Kroger was so near the end of its shelf life it was as brown as the customers who shopped the  

Locals Only: : Father, Son and the Holy Notes

The Menefields' book-ended beliefs on display in two fine new Jazz releases

0 Comments · Wednesday, May 28, 2003
William Menefield has this show-off shirt. It's royal blue; this side of nouveau pimp. But if you're in his audience and he shows up wearing it, strap yourself in -- Menefield's about to thrash