This one popped up on my facebook feed last night and I knew I would post it even before I viewed it. Clair Huxtable is awesome.
I grew up with the Cosby Show. I had a crush on Vanessa, but Denise broke my heart. Later, much later, I married a powerful Black woman of my own. A woman who is a lot like my own mother, but then not so much; grounded and beautiful in her own dynamic way.

I grew up in a two parent, middle class household, but it wasn’t like the Huxtables. Our happiness was different. And then I went to college at an HBCU, expecting somehow to find the real Different World. Hold hands with my own Freddie.

I think I must have burned out on the whole phenomena. By the end of my time at Cheyney University I was done with Cosby’s dignified formula. The man himself had visited our campus to speak to our student body. It was a precursor to the cranky old man that he has become.He shouted and cursed. I felt like I had witnessed the wizard behind the curtain. From then on, both the Cosby Show and  A Different World felt like lies.

“For #Clair” Is the first Cosby experience I’ve had in a long time. It was refreshing. Like taking a shower and drinking lemon cucumber water with a sprig of mint.
I loved that there were expectations. I loved that there was dignity and authority. I loved that it was a house full of beautiful Blackness, and narry a “bitch” was ever muttered, nor was anything ever dropped as if it were hot. Not even a single little brown eye even rolled without some sort of comedic repercussions. At its core are a set of values that every family needs to thrive.
By the way, I don’t know who Queen Godis is, but she’s got talent. From now on, I’m watching out for her.