Ding Ding Ding! This wasn’t about ethics in journalism! This was “how dare a black person report MY son’s death!”. Had the reporter been white she probably would not have exploded.

Howmany people viewing, and especially commenting on this post have ever had someone come at them like this in the workplace? Knowing that you can’t do anything to defend yourself because your job would be jeopardized, not to mention you would attract the attention of already shook up police? And as if that’s not bad…

If you’re unsure if you’d resort to racial slurs in this situation, you best be thinking on yourself and why those words would even be an option for you. Sounds like some latent racism.

How would you feel?

She didn’t call a Black woman a nigger because her son died. She did it because she thinks we’re subhuman.

You know some of these anti-abortion folks are thinking just that. That we’ll all go get knocked up and have an abortion to celebrate. Please don’t perpetuate that DS. Jesus. Abortion is nothing to celebrate, no matter how much relief it can provide. ACCESS to abortion is.

I was just listening to the episode on Theda Bara last night! I’d never heard of her, and I was totally fascinating and hit up YouTube. It’s so sad how little there is left of her body of work. Seeing her photos/watching the clips after hearing Karina tell her story was so much more satisfying than it would have been…

Just follow one rule: If you are serious about your future (no matter what kind of job) Don’t be the candidate that is running late. Just arrive early in the area where you have the job interview. Take your laptop and go sit in a Starbucks for some time.

This is an actual case of literal resting bitch face.

rich people don’t pay bills either. the trick is to get poor people to assume they need to.

Very true. Please make that movie. I am totally serious. Please make that movie that expresses women sick of the sexist shit they put up with from the perspective of two black women that doesn’t start out with them being maids or drug addicts or some other shit-head stereotype. Write that movie. Make that movie. The…

Angel Whitney when she saw it:

Why that hologram looking like a skinny Jackee Harry? WHY?! Where’s Mary Jenkins? Where’s Pearl? Where?

Jellybean’s Sidewalk Talk. Featuring Madonna.

Damnit. I’m going to be singing “Spring Love” and “Diamond Girl” all day.

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Now spokespeople for the Campaign for Safe Fisting I could understand...

We need a palate cleanser.

I don’t measure myself or my friends by their sexuality.

Normally, I don't mind helping out a little bit where I can; I can usually spare a dollar or two if I have it on me.