Peckerwood Manor

Huzzah! It's Black History Month. And your happy neighborhood Bendy Boy™ couldn't be more excited. Let's celebrate the Peckerwood way by being shallow AF. To wit:  Who's your favorite black celebrity (living or not)?  There's leeway here. They don't have to be American. By way of example, this could be who you consider the most bangable (Michael B. Jordan and Idris Elba leap to mind) or admirable (everyone j'adores Viola Davis and Coco Gauff) or simply who you'd like to hang with on the regular (who doesn't want to get their wine on with Tracee Ellis Ross or knock back some shots with Daniel Kaluuya?).  And, please, wiggas don't count, so don't even with Justin Timberlake or you shall be reported, flogged and banned - then forced to listen to Justin's latest album six times in a row. Harsh? I don't think so.  Don't be shy. And don't worry if your answer is trashy. This is Peckerwood Manor, after all. You're safe. In fact

Greetings, Manor Hors! Periodically, "The Roving Pecker" presents urgent missives from  filthy  esteemed guest writers. Today's is from Emma (aka The Tennis Chick): How long do we need to keep thanking Billie Jean?  Someone forgot to send Coco Gauff the memo reminding her that she was supposed to bow and scrape and celebrate the 50th anniversary of Billie Jean’s accomplishment before celebrating her own victory at the US Open. As she received the check for her $3 million prize money, Coco shouted, “Thank you, Billie, for fighting for this!” and the crowd roared its approval. But to me, Billie seemed like she wanted her own moment. As she handed Coco the winner’s trophy, she seemed to expect Coco to take one handle as Billie Jean continued holding the other while the cameras clicked and clicked. Instead, Coco excitedly snatched the trophy out of both of Billie Jean’s hands and turned to smile radiantly for the cameras as she lifted it aloft. The moment was only hers. Let’s