A Vanessa Williams tell-all book. I had to get in on this. Not because I thought I knew all the dirt, but because as a 29-year-old white woman, I really had no idea.
Vanessa would be happy to know that as I grew up, I had no idea about the Miss America scandal. I didn’t know a thing about her pictures. I only knew she was the first black Miss America. And the only reason I knew that is because “Save the Best for Last” was an amazing song on my radio all the time, and my parents deemed it necessary for me to know that the singer was not only a talented recording artist, but had broken historic barriers. They didn’t feel it necessary to add anything about her background. Because it’s not important.