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September 13 marks SSG's second birthday, and while my mom gives no credence to The Terrible Twos, I just might.
The second year of maintaining this site was far harder than the first. The newness had worn off, and while I still love television with the passion of a thousand stans, there was never enough time in the day or snark in my brain to write all that I've wanted to write. It didn't help that Toupee Fiasco became president on my ACTUAL birthday, and because of his reign, it feels like lightyears of anxiety, fear and anger has past in the months since. Working through that and trying to reconcile how much the world has changed (or how much has much has been revealed how it truly is) has been a major challenge in itself. Did I mention I also got a challenging new job? That only begins to explain the updates every two weeks. #SorryNotSorry Though it took a while, SSG has also also helped to sustain and possibly grow my passion for all things pop culture, and what I'm doing here. Entertainment and the blerds, geeks, small screen girls/boys/people and shippers that obsess over it are more important than ever. It is escape and catharsis and resistance. A television show or song or movie is a dream realized for the person that makes it and a journey of excitement, intrigue, grief and passion for the people who consume it. It is the great connector. Realizing this, I have found myself more excited for SSG's second birthday and what's to come. Not only will I be blogging here, I will be guest-writing for WeSoNerdy.com AND writing my second (and hopefully publishable) book this winter. I want to thank anyone and everyone who has visited the site, left comments and shared my articles. It means so much to me that you've joined me on this journey. I'm proud of my little corner of the internet, and I really want to make it as fly as possible! How do you like the new digs? As always, if there is any content you'd love to see more of, please let me know! And since my actual birthday was totally overshadowed by a evil cheeto stain, I will be having all of the freakin' donuts and birthday wishes I want. Here are some of my biggest wishes for the upcoming television season, movies and more! 
For at least a decade, I have relied on the disastrous dinner parties, insane girls' trips, and silly squabbles from Bravo's Real Housewives to entertain me year-round. Unfortunately, in last few years, the franchises have crossed the thin bedazzled line from petty fun to plain ole cruelty. Cancer scams, anyone? And my Housewives Fatigue has morphed into a critical case Housewives Indifference.
Receipts: The current season of The Real Housewives of Orange County. Last year, newcomer Kelly Dodd quickly established herself as a foul-mouthed lush with a venomous tongue. While other wives took years to develop their nasty, Dodd began her run with c-words, insulting the other wives mothering skills and telling racist jokes. Some regard it as good television but for me, it's more off-putting than those a vaginal rejuvenation scenes. What's worse is that Bravo has commissioned foul-mouthed Kim Zolciak and her brood and her new face to return to the next season of RHOA, and that drama has already spilled over to social media with her unemployed daughter going after the grown Kenya Moore. If that wasn't enough, RHOJ will see none other than Danielle Staub, alleged criminal and all-around psychopath, return to Franklin Lakes. I don't care of Tre flips 50-11 tables at Andy Cohen's Hamptons house, I won't be watching. I wish on my chicest pair of heels that the Housewives would return to the delicious guilty-pleasure, lighthearted fun that it used to be. See this season of RHONY sans Ramona. 
Queen Sugar, the record-breaking OWN drama about a black-owned family sugar farm in Louisiana, is one of the most revolutionary shows on television. It delves into the nuances of a close but vastly different set of siblings. The series, created by now Emmy-winner Ava DuVernay and Oprah Winfrey, and starring Dawn-Lyen Gardner, Rutina Wesley and breakout star Kofi Siriboe, has an impassioned following due to its striking cinematography, fantastic cast, and groundbreaking characterization of black people as fully drawn, layered people and not merely tropes. However, Queen Sugar has been almost wholly ignored by mainstream media and award shows. And I'm more than a little heated about it.
Queen Sugar's legacy is already far more important than awards. For a black viewer finally seeing their grief, struggles, triumphs and community on screen means more to me than any shiny trophy. But it can't be denied that the show, its cast, crew and production deserves a boatload of them. Mainstream awards, like the upcoming Emmys, will always mean less until all shows are created (and nominated) equally. For now, Ava and her team of all-female directors, can enjoy their sweet crowns.
It has been months since stupidly Fox decided to cancel its baseball drama, Pitch, and I will forever champion its renewal. The only thing more American than baseball is an underdog. So Shonda, Hulu, Beyonce, someone please resurrect this fantastic baseball show, because this slow-burn ship between Ginny Baker and Mike Lawson (Mark-Paul Gosselaar) that deserves a long and smoldering journey.
Jennifer Lopez and Dwayne "The Rock' Johnson, the busiest and most beautimous people in Hollywood, probably don't need another job to add to their schedules of a charismatic global domination, but I'm going to wish for one more. I want them to star in a rom-com together. I know, I'm a genius! Ever since I realized that these uber-stars were not only friends, but work-out buddies, I have spent many a boring meeting fantasizing about these two gracing the same silver screen.
It's been awhile since I've seen a wonderful romantic comedy (The Big Sick is currently on my viewing list), and these two dynamic, dedicated and gorgeous actors are just the thing to resuscitate the comatose genre. 
Somehow summer has came and nearly went without an officially lit song. I would cast several votes for Demi Lovato's "Sorry Not Sorry" but its July release may have come too late in the season. The same can be said for P!nk's "What About Us." So doing the musical math, I can determine that fall owes us a joint so fly we will forget that earth is trying to murder us all with hurricanes, earthquakes and wildfires. Thus, I wish for Bruno Mars and Justin Timberlake (my new musical crush and my forever bae, respectively) to join funky forces and produce the BOP OF THE YEAR. We definitely deserve it.
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