Because they wouldn’t be about her.

I always remember this scene from Six Degrees. It’s sooo protracted. Like, there’s a long zoom out, but for his monologue. His pink shirt for his new body. Then he perfectly ends the scene by throwing the phone out the window.

I see that title, and all I can think about is an episode of Got 2B Real where Mary J. Blige says to Toni Braxton, “You need to stop singin’ ‘Unbreak My Heart and start singin’ ‘Unbounce My Checks.’” Then Aretha Franklin chimes in with, “Unbounce my check say I’m not in debt.”

Sh’mon, shmoney.

Oh, don’t be untolurbul.

I think I understand you. The line, “Women are better than men at {insert any job}” falls somewhere along the spectrum between, “Where are all the women {insert any job}? and “Wow, you made/did/wrote that?” It implies that you’re exceptionally good for a woman, when then issue is likely that we hold too many average…

Somewhere, Chris Rock is writing the back-up read of his life, in case we get another #OscarsSoWhite.

“I define my work as a feminist act and a political act because I’m black and a woman,”

Eddie Redmayne makes the kinds of movies I would never pay to see in a theater. They’re always the very last resort, when all the best of HBO GO, DirecTV, and long airline flight movies have been seen.

Low-key...the non-hormone-related struggle is real. By the hairs of my chinny-chin chin...

Same here, girl. Being hirsute is both a blessing and a curse. I switched to men’s razors and men’s shaving gel for my legs, arms, and bikini area. These tools are of better quality, don’t have a sickly sweet fruity smell, and are less expensive over time.

I’ve been to his church, with a dear friend who is a regular attendee. Honestly, it wasn’t for me. It was a bit too big, and I didn’t get the sense that I could act on my faith; I didn’t see opportunities for community engagement or social justice work. But the pastor is mad cute tho.

Love your comment. Love your handle. I’m hoping you become a regular. Now, go out there and get yourself an irreverent avatar, already!

LIKE DIS, BISH!

I knew it was him, or some other formerly tortured/mid-nineties/emo/teen/nerd, who is now a super-rich douche.

Another glaring problem with her particular brand of appropriation is that she orients the black experience entirely to struggle. A black girl running from the KKK? Really, Rachel?

I love that he’s outraged about which mason jar the flower arrangements should be in.

So I guess:
Yet-to-be Super Huuuge Rapper = When white people know who they are.

‘Cause Jay Z was pretty popular before “Heartbreaker.” His Hard Knock Life Tour sold out arenas in every city they performed.