I ride the information highway on a llama.

You know what is funny? Two people (sisters actually) are actually and for real NOT speaking to each other tonight because of that dog awful dress.

what if nothing gold can ACTUALLY STAY because the gold is actually blue. or black or whatever.

the other thing that makes it blue and black is, well, facts.

Nobody cares about the reality. If I don't see this correctly, what else am i miss-seeing? What else in my life is a lie? How can I ever know what you see? WHAT IS DRESS?

Mark, buddy, you are wrong wrong wrong.

You, sir, can go fuck yourself #TEAMBLUEBLACK

How DARE you. Taylor has spoken; the dress is blue and black.

I'm really impressed that she brought to light our prejudices hiding under the surface. That's the real issue. We make this automatic association and need to stop ourselves. Well done.

That is the classiest, most eloquent way I can imagine anyone responding to the fallout of what's happened.

It would be nice if that were true, but it's just not. Hair in many cultures is symbolic and carries significance and in America, black women's hair in particular comes with a lot of cultural weight. Reinforcing stereotypes like Giuliana Rancic did should be called out and I'm glad Zendaya did it in such a gracious…

Yes, I'm sure it's annoying. The difference is the "othering" that black people get, especially regarding our hair. Someone with hair texture similar to your own may admire your curls if their hair is straighter. They may admire the thickness of your hair versus their fine hair. However, when some people go to touch…

Yes. Very real. Just two weeks ago this woman came up to me when I had my twists and she put her hands in my hair and ran her fingers though it. She was like "it's so amazing...I love it so much." Like, okay. Thanks. But, 1) don't touch me and 2) I appreciate the compliments but no. Just. No. There is no need to touch…

Cue a bunch of white people in the greys talking about their experiences with people touching their hair.

Is that really a thing? White people touching black people's hair? I can't imagine ever doing that to another adult. I don't get people.

I'd like to know what she saw. Also, that is me with every magazine/catalog I look at. Except I start at the back. Always the back.

Unless one of the following applies to a person:

I understand this.

Every once in a while I find something at Anthro that I desperately want — usually an impractical dress that I could NEVER wear anywhere, like a weird collection of patterns that immediately goes on sale and then I have to decide whether I really love it or of it's just the sale talking to me, and then it gets sold…

They're all kind of . . . ill-fitting. And much, much crappier quality than the prices would suggest.