First let me admit I've got a slight grudge against Sade. It's not her fault, this grudge, not her fault that my roommate Eric lorded the stately Afro-Nigerian thrush over me as the quintessence of womanly allure, even as he disparaged the pert-voiced hoochies I preferred to have whisper naughty lies from the radio into my ear. A full 31 years old, Eric was given to handing down such aesthetic pronouncements as if they were direct judgments upon my callow, 25-year-old self. Then he split town for Massachusetts owing two months' back utilities, and I never heard from... More >>>