Though she has a right to be upset, her tone and writing style don’t covey the depth of the situation.Īt first, I thought the author sounded petulant because I was reading about her childhood and teen years, but she’s 35 today. Instead, Sidibe sounds mad, like she’s crossed her arms and is pouting. Sidibe and her brother were put in a foster home as a result, which was not their father’s intent. She only mentions how there was a time when her father told child protective services that their mother was abusing them to punish the mother. He is a petty man, but Sidibe skips over moments that she could analyze. African, cabdriver, boring.Īlready, because she’s given such a vague image of her Senegalese father, she’s reinforced stereotypes about certain immigrants. African is another word I use to describe his personality. She paints her father poorly long before giving evidence for her feelings: Sidibe grew up in Harlem, was born Muslim, and her parents got married so her dad could get a green card. This is Just My Face moves on to the actor’s childhood, which sounded, well, childish. Sidibe did not appear on the cover of Vogue, but here she is, whitewashed on Elle. I thought this was the depth the memoir would have throughout. Although 24 isn’t a child, Sidibe comes from a background that makes her vulnerable, and I worried for her immediately. Sidibe acknowledges that Talley is also a fat black person in an attempt to forgive the comments. “YES!!!! She is EVERYTHING!” Lee screeched in agreement.
That black bitch WILL be on the cover!” André yelled. “You hear me, Lee? I’m putting that fat bitch right on the cover of Vogue. She’s headed to Lee Daniel’s office because she’s been asked to appear on the cover of Vogue, when she overhears him on the phone with André Leon Talley, the editor-at-large of the magazine. The memoir opens strong when Sidibe gives a glimpse of the culture of celebrity. She’s also been in Empire and American Horror Story: Coven, neither of which I’ve seen. Sidibe’s most famous for her first role as Precious in the Lee Daniel’s movie of the same title - she was 24.
It was published in May 2017, but I’m not worried this memoir sat on my shelf for a little while because it’s important to support authors as soon as possible. I pre-ordered This is Just My Face: Try Not to Stare by Gabourey Sidibe for my Reading Fat Women Challenge.
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