Anyone who’s known me for longer than 8 seconds knows that I praise and adore all things Gina Torres.
To some of you, she is a talented, brilliant and beautiful actress. To me, she is a deity whom I proudly worship. If you’ve seen season 4 of Angel, then you have an idea of my devotion to The Goddess.
Between Justice League Unlimited, Firefly, Serenity, Alias, Hercules, Xena, Suits, etc. her catalog of work is much like the goddess, flawless.
However, there is one film of her’s that I have yet to watch and have no plans on doing so.
I refuse to see Chris Rock’s I Think I Love My Wife where in the movie Perfection Herself is married to Rock who is questioning their marriage.
I just couldn’t suspend my disbelief and this is from a guy who makes a living writing speculative fiction.
Chris Rock having doubts about his marriage to Gina Torres? First of all Negro, who in the Blue Hell is you? Who are you to doubt anything pertaining to Perfection herself?
I mean don’t get it twisted. Your surname may be Rock but you sure as hell ain’t the Rock. You might be a few slots above Flavor Flav if I’m being generous.
I say this as a gay man. If you are married to the Goddess of Flawless Victory, and you still aren’t happy with life, I don’t know what to tell you. Something is obviously lacking and deficient on your end. I’m saddened to tell you but clearly your life had just been a waste.
One of my favorite television series on the air right now is Into The Badlands.
The noirish dystopian Wuxia drama is the perfect blend of action, mystery and mysticism that keeps my eyes glued to the flatscreen.
As is the case with all things PoC excellence, Into The Badlands has caught its share of hate from racist white fandom. I’m not talking about legit criticisms but nitpicking and feeble excuses that are never made for legions of lesser white shows.
Needless to say I’m not having it.
When the shade is thrown, I’m honor bound to make the haters day a “Sunny” one.
So if you follow me on social media, you know that I tend to be very “imaginative” when it comes to voicing my opinions about my fandoms. For instance I have nicknames for many of the shows I watch. Some of them are terms of endearment, some of them are hints of the headcanon at play in the enigmatic inception that is my brain, some of the nicknames….well…….you’ll get the idea.
Several friends have pointed out to me that whenever they see my Twitter handle, drupkins, they sound it out in their heads as Dr. Upkins. A number of them have mentioned that part of the reason is that they can so see me as a doctor, based on my personality and cerebral nature. No matter how many times I hear this, I’m always deeply flattered. The truth is my Twitter handle is simply comprised of the initials of my first and middle name and my full last name. That being said, I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t think Dr. Upkins didn’t have a nice ring to it.
This got me thinking about another doctor or rather, The Doktah.
Sick of the holiday season? The rampant consumerism? Society’s greed? And everyone acting rude and obnoxious jerks and embodying everything that goes opposite of what this holiday season is supposed to be about?