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Jul 2nd, 2009 @ 12:51 pm

I went to Portillo's for lunch.

And I like to save time, so I saved my fries and ate them while walking back to the office.

I finished while waiting for the light at Dearborn and Illinois, and because the Berenstein Bears taught me to be environmentally responsible at an early age, I went to throw my garbage in the trashcan on the corner.

But when I looked in, I saw a DVD sitting on top, partially obscured by a newspaper. Curious as to what movie was so bad that someone would be prompted to dispose of it in the middle of downtown, I brushed the paper away with my empty carton.

The movie, if I remember correctly, was called something like “Power Black Workout.”

As I read the title, I wondered what a workout video targeting just Black folks would be like, and why such a product would even exist. Are the cardiovascular exercise needs of African Americans that different from other races that a niche instructional video industry is required?

I wouldn’t know. I won’t even run to catch a train.

But then I glanced a little lower and saw the image of a shirtless African American with his arms around another (equally shirtless) African American gentleman’s waist, embracing him from behind.

I mean, that sort of answered a couple of my questions, but it also raised a completely different set.