So. I haven't written much about working at Essence, despite it being the source or great joy and comedy, and also INCREDIBLE frustration.

Case in point:

Many years ago, I’m working on this package of single black male millionaires. There were three stipulations: single, attractive and no athletes/enetrtainers, or not directly. They had to own a company of some sort. So, if I recall correctly, one of the guys was a song writer/ producer, not a performer.  I think there was also a retired baseball player who'd flipped his earnings as an investor in an IT company or some such. Another guy ran a security firm. Can't remember the other two.

But the thing is, there were six guys in total who were supposed to be featured. Only five men made it into the final issue.

Let me explain: