We Interview Candy Corn

As many of you know by now, BWNC’s top notch investigative team has interviewed a various array of people, entities and whatchamacallits. And as the weather started to change and the leaves started to wither, we noticed that Fall is upon us. And with Fall, comes Halloween; and with Halloween comes candy; and with candy comes, well, a candy so divisive that it has caused family structures to collapse, relationships to end and Facebook comment threads to reach over 1k. We reached out to the one and only Candy Corn.…

Fans vs. Stans By Larry L. Miller

    A phrase that has become popular over the last few years is “I stan.” This can be used when referring to fandom of a certain artist or simply for hyping up your friend’s latest Instagram post. Focusing on the former, I find it interesting that people are embracing a term that’s rooted in psychotic behavior.  The term “stan” derives from an Eminem song of the same name describing a dangerously obsessed fan who killed himself and his pregnant wife because Em hadn’t responded to his letters. It’s not something…

Hurricane Ida Reflections By YaYa

Ida no… It was the 3rd of September, a day I’ll always remember…cause that was the day, that Entergy finally turned my electricity back on. Sighs in humidity. Sixteen years to the date, the anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, along comes Hurricane Ida. Louisiana and its fans (coughs in *visitors*) know these three things to be annual truths: 1) Mardi Gras will have you liquored up and on ya’ ass, 2) during the week of the Bayou Classic rivalry between Jags and GramFam: “ain’t no friends bih” …and last but not…

#SayHerName on the Day We #NeverForget: Asia Cottom

Today marks 20 years since Asia’s murder. Like me, Asia would’ve been 31 this year. Sadly, I can only imagine what life would have been like if she were still alive: College? Kids? Would we have grown apart, or would she be like a sister to me by now? I’ll never know.

Elijah McClain was a Black Nerd, like a lot of us; And they killed him anyway

I assiduously wear the Blerd moniker as a badge of honor. That label, that honor means so much to me, that I have the words “Black Nerd” tattooed in the inner part of my upper right arm. It defines me. It defines a lot of us. Blerds are different. That’s why we exist. It’s not just for the love of comic books, or Star Wars, or anime, or Lovecraft Country or astrophysics. Nah, it just means we embraced our uniqueness. That we’re proud to be…different. Not better; Not smarter; Just…different.…