Last week I was told that my position at my day job is being eliminated. It’s the second time this has happened in the past two years. The first time, it was under very different circumstances; to be honest, being let go from a gig that caused me very real emotional and mental stress was kind of a relief. This time,…
Editor’s note: Multiple spoilers ahead.
On Sunday, when the Philadelphia Eagles and the New England Patriots meet for the Super Bowl, the spotlight in Minneapolis will be on more than the gridiron clash at U.S. Bank Stadium.
Between Bruno Mars and our new president, Cardi B, taking us back to In Living Color with their video for “Finesse” and bingeing on Living Single after it made its way to Hulu last month, I’m in a ’90s mood. Listen, when Living Single debuted in August of ’93, I knew immediately that I wanted to be Khadijah James…
In the immortal words of the late Joan Rivers: Can we talk?
In black America, there’s a mythology surrounding the black beauty shop—I would even argue that the black beauty shop is the place where #BlackGirlMagic actually began. The moment you sit in the chair and the stylist wraps the cape around you is the moment you begin to be magically transformed.
It’s awards season—my favorite time of the year! Some butches may look forward to the Super Bowl (I’m personally planning to hate-watch Justin Timberlake’s halftime show), but I look forward to awards season because: red carpets!
This week, Grown-ish premiered on Freeform to big fanfare. Everyone is loving it. I’m loving it.
Because of Jay-Z, this New Year’s Eve, I found myself thinking about families and feuding.
My friends and I constantly talk about how we want a bunch of black movies across the spectrum, from romance to science fiction. White actors get all the fun and we get all the supporting (and usually dying) sidekicks.
Recently, Wifey and I went on a double date with another black lesbian couple I deeply admire. One of them is an über-talented writer, artist and teacher, while the other is a nationally recognized food-justice consultant. After we’d been out of touch for a while, the theme of the night was about catching up and…
It was around 1994, and I was crushing hard on L. She was fine—like an Asian Apollonia, but just a bit thicker, with a dynamite smile and an easy laugh. She was also the sister of a guy I worked and hung out with, and I liked her immediately.
In the summer of ’98, I lived in Harlem. There’s a longer story behind how a Midwest-raised black tomboi found herself in the Big Apple, but the short version is that technically, I was homeless, so my best friend offered me a place to stay until I started undergrad that fall.
When I was a kid, there was an older black woman in the house next to ours named Ms. J. who took care of her older, invalid sisters. I loved Ms. J.