Less spicy? What kind of game are you trying to play here, man?

Yup, use with panko breading.

All the stars for you!

I love Philadelphia, and one big reason for my fondness of the city has to do with how it toughened me up. Philly don’t play, and you better figure that out if you’re going to thrive there.

It’s all wrong, no doubt. But if my stepfather (who was an absent, rolling stone kind of a dude) tried to make off with one of my siblings, there’d be problems. If my sister ran off with a family friend, that’d be problematic too. Just not the same.

Wow, did Sinatra help raise Farrow because I must have missed that one?

I don’t like the narrative that because ML wasn’t an innocent angel that she deserves half the blame, or we shouldn’t talk about it anymore. Clinton was considerably older and should have known better from just an employment standpoint. I’ve worked at $10hr jobs that had fraternization policies. So if I managed an ice…

Nothing happened, and I am allowed to get angry.

Stop bad mouthing muppets! They ain’t done nothing but love ya...

I have a kiddo on the spectrum who loves dvds. If there was a Blockbuster nearby, he’d beg to go just like he begs to go to Best Buy, Target, or Walmart. I’d save so much money if there was a rental place. He loves to look at the boxes and think about the differences between the releases in each store. Bonus editions…

Study of a righteously angry black woman...

I remember almost getting into a fight with a white dude who bragged about going to a magnet school in a black neighborhood. We were at a bar in Northern Liberties (so, like high-hipster territory), and he’s just laying it on thick about how the police had to escort them in. The whole time he’s telling his story about…

Trevante Rhodes!!!!!!!

I took my son to see it at the local drive-in because I knew he would talk through the whole thing, and I didn’t want us to get kicked out! Had a great time.

Red hair, uh? So what. There are so many redheads in my very black grandfather’s family that they almost rain out of nicknames. Only so many Peaches, Reds, Bricktops, and Pennies at a time.

I’m not advocating violence, but Eagles’ fans have been known to throw batteries for less. I’m joking of course...I’m going to turn off this year’s Halftime Show. I’ll either watch Prince’s go at it or listen to The Velvet Rope. It’ll be a better time either way.

I love that the outfit is Parliament! That was my favorite line in the whole show. It was literally the point where I said, you know what...I will watch this show every week. If Barry Allen can connect the speed force to the Mothership Connection, I’ll promise to DVR The Flash, too.

Hi, Nick! You’re just singing the wrong Happy Birthday song. It should be the Stevie Wonder version every time. As an additional pick me up, listen to As and Don’t Worry About a Thing. I’ve designated them as my official cheer-me-up songs of 2018. Dance appropriately!

Hey, I think she looks great. If anybody wanted to publish my after-baby pics, somebody better photoshop the bags under my eyes and my ever-present sweatpants!

Why do you have to hurt me like this, July? #MaidbetterleavetheVOTF!