Let’s be Dean Phylicia Rashad’s administration of Howard’s College of Fine Arts

I’m the homemade Jell-o Pudding shots, made by Bill Cosby. Vanilla for men. Chocolate for the ladies 😏

I'm the proclamation that every word must be GRANDLY e-nun-ci-ate-d.

Is this what they traded for her half-assed apology?

I’m her shawl that comes in many colors, always draped over her chest

I'm the quaaludes handed out by her good friend Bill to the sexy new gradated womens.

I'm the OP, constantly starting threads that reinforce his rightwing insanity.

I'm the endless #metoo protests that will greet her once the new semester commences.

I'm the 60+ women who've credibly accused her mentor and beloved former co-star of drugging and raping them. She said to forget us, but I wonder how that will work out for her now?

I’m the ART, the CRAFT, the EMBODIMENT, the LIVING INSTRUMENT, of academic administration.

I'm a Howard first year student who's just been sexually assaulted on campus, afraid to report it.

I’m Bill Cosby, who will be appointed an adjunct professor doon

Soon

I’m the yas kween.

This old cunt is an apologist for rape. Cosby has his hand up her ass like a Muppet.

I'm the "circular file". I'm next to the Dean's desk and I'm the repository of all "rape" allegations.

I’m the talk she gives to new students that she cribbed from Debbie Allen in Fame, believing the students have never watched it and won’t notice.

I’m the refrigerator in the staff lounge, filled with ancient grains bowls, oat milk crafted by the Nubian Princess Collective (it’s cheaper than Oatly and we must support our sisters!) and vegan cheese spread.

(And I’m the Flamin’ Hot Cheetos and ranch dressing in the desk drawers.)

I’m the old lady smell that permeates her office that never dissipates, even after Spring Break.

I am the senior associate dean that the university will hire to do the real administrative work in the dean's office while Miss PR is out being the face of the college.

I’m the bust of Dean Phylicia Rashad, located in the anteroom to the office of Dean Phylicia Rashad, situated slightly to the left of the secretary to Dean Phylicia Rashad.

I’m the poor student who gets screwed because this old bitch can’t figure out the whole drop/add course process and they are forced to stay in the original class and miss out the one they wanted to transfer to.

I’m the set of rubber stamps that sit on her desk that she will use liberally.

I’m the associate from the Howard University Development Office who was to work with her shitting my pants because the only reason to hire her was to get big donor endowments and not she’s screwed them all with one tweet and her hiring has become a detriment to bringing in money.

I am her ex-husband, Victor Willis, the cop from Village People, and I’m glad I got out of this marriage while the getting was good.

It was great to see her defend Cosby against this witch hunt he has been put through.

If that’s a witchhunt, then tell that to all of those innocent women who were executed in Salem, Massachusetts.

I am the executive assistant to the dean. I am looking at all the work that is piling up and not getting done because the university decided to hire someone for name recognition as opposed to a seasoned administrator.

I’m “The Cosby Show: The Pilot”, the spring theater production.

I’m an exclusive deal with Disney to make the TV-movie musical [italic]Polly[/italic] into a stage show.

I’m the quiet that descends upon these halls when she’s off campus.

I am the campus doctor wondering why all of these women are coming to me with sudden symptoms of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.

I'm the three hour lunch breaks dedicated to schmoozing. Don't know how to use PowerPoint? Let someone else put together that presentation.

I’m Dean Phylicia Rashad’s framed Doctorate of Philosophy diploma from Hillman College.

I’m the DVD box set of A Different World Dean Rashad is frantically bingeing trying to find out what happens on college campuses these days.

I’m the smile she gives to every single joke told by Bill Cosby.

Is this a job job or just a showbiz name Howard was going for?

Dean? Really? Wouldn't they want someone with administrative experience in running a college? Promote from within rather than screwing over long time employees.

Maybe better in the university part that raises money - and yea I know deans help raise money but unless someone else will really run that college what were they thinking?

Even deans they use to raise money need to know HOW to raise money. Unfortunately black colleges seem to feel a name/celebrity is all you need, but you need more to get those donors cough up the money.

Honorary Doctor of Rape Enabling

I’m the way Dean Rashad refers to all the girls she doesn’t like as “Vanessa”.

I’m the standing order to her admin that no one is to touch her coffee order - even not her good personal friend Pills Cosby

I'm the eggshells she must walk on for every public pronouncement she makes and ever public events she attends because all of the students, parents, faculty, staff, and donors know that she has sided with a rapist who repeatedly drugged and sexually assaulted innocent women.

I am her smug ass smile.

I’m rolling in my grave.

I’m DataLounge pulled up on her computer at work.

I'm the cunt who introduces himself to her at an orientation reception and asks if she plans to do any more disco albums.

I'm the extra large "I AM BLESSED" coffee mug that her numerous personal assistants must scrub the lipstick and stains from and sterilize every evening to be fresh for her [italic]morning java and....[/italic] made with a freshly ground blend named for her and a heavy drizzle from the pretty decanter inside one of her credenzas.

I’m karma and you better believe I’m coming.

For all you know she's hitting up all of her Republican friends who agree with her shit and bringing in big money for Howard. And there is no other function for a "celebrity dean" (never heard of that myself).

I’m the Grindr alert pinging from the phones of all the guys in Dean Rashad’s “Madeline Kahn and so kahn you” improv class.

I'm the finance director getting yelled at for not expediting the dean's improperly-formatted travel reimbursement requests.

R44 I think she is more the LSA type.

I am the inquisitive look I give when I see the occasional Hispanic student walk by. I didn’t know we let those types in.

I’m the average Datalounger. I don’t have a post secondary degree. I know nothing about colleges and universities. I don’t understand to what position Phylicia Rashad was appointed. I don’t care about women. As a matter of fact I despise them. However, I do hate Rashad, not because of her comments but because she’s extremely rich and successful. If I can’t have that type of success. It certainly shouldn’t go to a black person. I hate black people. The only thing I hate more than black people is rich successful black people. I’ve squandered every opportunity handed to me (because I’m white) and I spend my days blaming black people for my shitty life.

Please excuse me now. I’m going to turn my pro women, pro victims of sexual assault act off now. Someone just posted some new pics of my pretend boyfriend Chris Watts. You know the maniac who murdered his wife and daughters. He really turns me on. They should release him early. Hot guys like him don’t belong in prison. Obviously his wife and kids must have done something to set him off. He didn’t mean to kill them.

We are the snickers and side views whenever Madame Rashad enters the faculty room.

I'm the sweat.

I am the purple suit jackets. It IS the color of royalty you know.

I am the staff member who will get blamed whenever our highness does something wrong.

I'm her 4th husband, yet to be determined:

Ahmad Rashad m. 1985–2001

Victor Willis m. 1978–1980

William Lancelot Bowles, Jr. m. 1972–1975

I am the cream colored sofa and vase filled with peacock feathers in her office.

I’m Phylicia’s NAACP Awards and her BET Honors that take place of honor in her Dean’s office over much other prominent awards she received.

I’m the faux Warhol portrait of PR behind her desk.

This is about the obliteration of legacy.

I'm Tempestt Bledsoe, guest lecturer and bidet valet.

I am the apology letters obviously written by a PR rep.

I’m the box of depends in the bottom desk drawer so she won’t be running out of those long budget meetings every 45 minutes to pee.

I’m the stack of autographed 8 x 10’s. Just in case..

I’m the ceremonial mace with with which Dean Rashād will threaten Tempestt when the latter cops an attitude.

I’m the turban - I get bigger and higher with each passing year.

I'm the body. I proportionately increase to match the turban's exponential annual growth.

I’m Geoffrey Owens, actor-turned grocery bagger-turned tow truck driver, who Dean Phylicia Rashad personally hires to move anyone who dares park in her spot.

I’m the tape of John Houseman in The Paper Chase. I’m constantly replayed “for inspiration”.

What legitimate university doesn't have an active College of Fine Arts? Are they DeVry?

I'm Lisa Bonet. I couldn't care less about my former TV mom.

I'm getting pounded by that Beast of a husband everyday to even care.

I'm Debbie Allen, stopping by sis's office with my Kennedy Center medal and Emmy Governor's Award. Just in case sis needs some encouragement.

I'm that "Theo, you're in serious trouble!" side-eye look she gives me, when she finds out I've been stuffing all my deskload of work into an interoffice envelope and mailing it out at the end of each day, only to have it mailed back to me cluttering it back up again the next morning.

I'm the cocktail party sponsored by the Dean that is called "Empowering Women"

Ladies drink FREE!

I'm the annual report that has only photos of Doctor Dean Superior Phylicia and for some reason shows an imbalance of $12 million between P & L with line items seeming "non-standard" and columns not adding to total.

"We just took it as a charge like Wells Fargo does. After all, they do call it "Show BUSINESS. And we have too much critical work to do to redressi what is wrong in the world to worry about bean counting. I know what's going on here, and so does the entire community of humanity we serve," DDS Phylicia said to this reporter before helicoptering across campus for a luncheon in her honor.

I'm Rashad's administrative assistant who is concerned by Rashad starting her first non-acting job at age 73

and confused about how to respond when Dean Rashad asks her to walk her to "Hair and Makeup"

I’m Dean Rashād’s office renovation which would make even Aaron Schock gasp.