they grew up in the 50s-70s. Plus they’re older now with fewer responsibilities when compared to Gen Xers.

That’s what I think - so they asked a bunch of adults in their 30's and 40's if they want to date a pothead... as a Gen-xer my response would be “no thanks, been there, done that, grown out of it.”

There’s something depressing to me about a woman, who advocates being free and open and honest, then goes home and is just fine with being told to shut up (in front of her co-workers no less) by her husband. I mean it must be working for them but I found it sad to watch.

I rather describe it like this: I don’t take away from anyone their success — I don’t. She worked hard and is a genuinely nice person. That’s awesome.

But in “working her way up” she didn’t have the real world problems 99% of us endure. Rich people breathe different air than we do, without realizing the actual hard work it takes to support yourself, work menial jobs AND slog your way thru multiple cattle calls in the hope of not having to eat ramen 6 days a week.

Mine was named for the actual word, with an intended homage to the character.

here’s where it came from

Drew Barrymore pulled a Ciara at a recent book reading.

I was rooting for Khyna

Clearly that black girl is unable to stand on her own two feet without the stabilization provided by white feminists?

Thank you for pointing this out. I was disappointed that Jezebel didn’t mention that ad in their article. I shouldn’t be surprised by that, though.

Not pictured: the Gap Kids ad from just a few years ago wherein a black model was using a white model as an armrest in almost the exact same pose.

THIS MAKES ME WANT TO DIE

Beyonce is great and stuff for reasons, but I’m bringing up my agenda right now.

“You have value. You have worth. You are loved.”

Which is possibly a good thing. She’ll have more power to negotiate her own contract instead of being forced to accept the winning one.

I paid some lady put braids in my hair the last few days of my honeymoon in the Bahamas because the ladies on the beach wouldn’t fucking leave me alone asking to braid my hair every day, and I thought why not. Such a mistake. My scalp got sunburned in between the braids, which then peeled off in long strips. Cultural…