“When did you learn to be okay with being a brown skinned woman?”
The #NBRB book club (I'll let you consult Google for the acronym's meaning) uses Twitter to discuss books written by some of the best and brightest. A few months back, the club set its sights on Roxane Gay's Bad Feminist. I had the opportunity to interview Roxane for the inaugural "Kind of a Big Deal" feature on VSB,…
I was sitting at my desk yesterday and my friend sent me a GChat message.
There are a lot of reasons not to like Lena Dunham. The way she’s chosen to cast Girls isn’t one of them.
Since I’m not a foodie (Popeye’s, anyone?) I don’t know that I’ve given Thug Kitchen enough consideration to really think about the once-anonymous creators of the blog and its screwball blend of profanity, hoodisms, and quinoa. I suppose that passively, I believed that Thug Kitchen was created by some shea butter…
My regular rotation of music rests firmly planted somewhere in the 1990s, with pinches of the 1980s and beyond.
I was a junior in high school when a teacher came over to a group of us at lunch looking for one of our classmates. With four grades of students capped at no more than 100 each, we were a small school of folks who knew each other by name. In the liberal granola-crusted feel-goodism of my costly rep school, students…
Let me just start by saying that I really enjoy Nicki Minaj’s 'Anaconda' video.
Twice in the last 24 hours, I’ve received a link to a video about the so-called “Universal Hot/Crazy Matrix.” The video features a guy who looks like he wants to sell you Windows 98, telling audiences “everything a young man needs to know about women.” It’s a self-developed theory based on dude’s “46 years of living…
In this, the 2014th Year of Our Lord, on the 23rd day of the month of July, at 6:55 p.m. EST, TIME Magazine ran a story. It’s headline read:
“I don't burden myself with the impossible task of writing the "Black Woman's" experience; to be honest, I think categorically-Black writing loses a lot of nuance and is generally lazy. I just tell my own stories and hope somebody feels me.”
Ask any Black woman you know, and she’ll probably tell you street harassment has happened to her. Ask any teenage Black girl you know, and she probably thinks it’s supposed to.
While I rep Philly to the death of me, there is a very big part of me that was born in Washington, D.C. The best parts of me come alive when I’m in the District, probably because most of the friends I love best in the world have scattered themselves somewhere between Baltimore and Alexandria.
“A lot of chicks really don’t have a choice, to be honest.”