Hecklerette
Hecklerette
Hecklerette

Aw, man. Permanently applied cultural appropriation?

Um, why is a Rihanna a space Moari? With henna hands?

Yet another awkward PR moment for Nike:

I was done with him after the Janet Mock thing. So smug, so armchair liberal. I can’t cope with him.

Honest to God, I thought Betsey Johnson was Sia. Whoops.

Weirdly enough, I also read this as a potential reference to Jay Z and Solange’s elevator battle. Either way: cringe.

No, but their probably afraid of being put in jail for battery. Or for reporting being hit by a woman.

At my school we had “I believe I can fart.” Yeah...

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Lately, I’ve become addicted to this kind of beautiful hogwash. Stunning nature shots, gorgeous people, and vapid as shit voiceovers. So soothing in one sense, so irritating in another. I think it’s like ASMR, but for haters like me. (If this is up your street, watch this Lululemon mess)

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I’m still hanging in until this Key and Peele song supplants the original:

Dexter. Not Michael C. Hall, I mean the serial killer he plays on Showtime. The weirdest part of the dream was the overbearing realization of “This isn’t the actor; it’s the character! How is this possible?” But not why my gay ass is having sex with a man who’s a fictional serial killer.

So many things wrong with this; hard to know where to begin. But here’s something that struck me: Why do we assume yoga is sacred? What we know of as yoga was something heavily fabricated by a Russian woman. If you’re going to be pompous and nitpick, get your facts right.

I cried during Obama’s first inaugration. To make it even more awkward, it was at a viewing party where I didn’t know anyone (study abroad in the Netherlands), and I was the only black person in the room. People noticed me crying and then got mad quiet. I was just like, “Dont’ mind me!” (cringe)

I was co-leading a school trip with kids, when I got an email on my phone letting me know that a friend of mine who passed away was being awarded his PhD posthumously. THAT’S the moment my brain kicked into processing the grief. So awkward.

I hope that if something that shattering happened in my life, I would have the presence of mind to spin it into something positive for others. Wonderful.

I LOVE her book. They need to give it out in high schools. Seriously. If people learned how to identify narcissists at a young age, it would save them so much pain.

More like, “Bye, Flo-ecia!”

Man, that’s gotta be some potent white privilege to do a reverse Obama and actively invite speculation about your birth certificate!