Last day of school, I went on Amazon and ordered Dee’s Superfoods. I think I got a chia/nut mix which I will not open until next school year. I will place it on my desk where, invariably, a student will ask me for some. Some of these? I’ll say....

YEAH! Like those!

I have a purse that costs that much. Those hippityhop clutches are ugly. I want a blinged out clutch that looks like a Rainbow Brite lunchbox. THAT I would spend some guap on.

Oh for fucks sake, Gwynneth!

To be honest, I’m mad at R&B and soul artists right now for not giving me enough viable examples to say, “Play THEM, not those dudes.” There was this trend in the last 12 years of being as base as possible, not even using metaphors to describe sex, but going straight to crude bluntness. If I can’t read your lyrics…

For anyone concerned for the imminent demise of his practice and the innocent dental assistants who will be out of a job: Eden Prairie is the land of veneers and has more dentists per capita than your average city. They’ll be okay.

I can’t count the number of times I’ve been, “Ooh, a new brotha on the scene...oof!”

RIGHT?! I’m so upset by what I’ve been experiencing as a music lover and a supporter of non-profit radio. My favorite station waited until a Kendrick Lamar or Frank Ocean was indisputably huge before they started playing them. The black artists they play are “classic” ones or the PBR&B artists like Childish Gambino.…

THANK YOU for talking about this!

Tyrese has the number one album in the country. It moved over 80,000 units and is number 1 on the Billboard top 200 chart. I’m not big-upping the whole “Black Rose” album, but the song “Shame” would be playing like a muhfucka on mainstream radio if a British crooner was singing it. We’ve gotten so “post-” everything,…

Tyrese is right. I’m not a BlackTy fan, but his song “Shame” would be playing on 89.3 The Current if his ass was white. They piss their pants over Allen Stone, Mario Biondi, James Bay and other “the novelty is that they SOUND black, but AREN’T!” singers. It’s to the point where black artists like Leon Bridges have to…

Shhhh....You can’t make them change that headline. Will NO ONE think of the clicks?!!!

I’m 42. I’ve spent quite a few of my years having “quad conversations”. Those are those enlightening, teachable moments in which you reveal something to a well-intentioned, but fumbling white person that is forever emblazoned in their memories as A Time They Learned Something. They got “the real”, the skinny, the…

Brand new burner? Opening with subtle derision. A lil’ gentle chiding of the random ladies’ convo? Welcome.

Thanks. Yeah. I don’t truck with The View, The Chew, The Talk, or any (Article)(Noun) morning gab-athon. Gimme my damn coffee and let me hear the cardinals outside before I have to go to work.

I don’t know those fancy pants terms. I just know that The View’s rotating drama mamas exhaust me.

Ugh. I have coworkers like this....Just sitting there, waiting for me to speak truth to power or make them giggle. Always quick with a “you go, girl” apropos of nothing....

I imagine that show like a big ass giant cow, regurgitating former hosts like so much cud. Rosie O’Donnell and Rosie Perez both wait patiently in one of its several stomachs, ready to be gagged back up and ground under the molars of Whoopi Goldberg yet again.

If she got a nick, she’d talk about how there’s a special place in hell for Gillette Venuses who don’t smoothly shave women’s legs.

Never apologize for Blank Space. Ever.