Okay. This is a rather long post, but I will try to be concise in making my point.

Um, I was taken aback learning that Elaine/Madame Kali was Damien Dahrk’s daughter? What did I miss?

Sign from God. True facts. /s

His sad, droopy eyes make me wanna womit.

Being of Haitian and Dominican descent, I can attest to the fact that both sides of the island have serious issues with internalized hatred of skin. Dominicans have too many words to describe all the shades of brown and black; it’s like a social thermometer there. As for Haitians, the diaspora has gotten slightly…

Get back under your bridge, you troll.

Wouldn’t it be the biggest joke ever if Mick Rory became the other half of Firestorm??

No discussion at all at how much of a badass Kuasa is as a fighter?? Tai chi chuan? Damn waterbending?? Kicking Sara’s butt? C’MON PEOPLE.

Personally, I’ve had quite enough of having legitimate grievances explained away by people less impacted by them. There is way too much of that going on. It’s not your place. To paraphrase a comment I read elsewhere today: it takes an extra-special kind of obnoxiousness to come to a site specifically dedicated to…

...What are you even doing here?

Seriously? Let me put this another way: white people are not the center of her attention. Her music is reflective of her desire to elevate and empower women of color. White people were not her target audience when she made her music. She’s not asking white people not to listen to her music; they certainly can…

Love and light to you.

Mister Herriot, I feel that every article of yours lifts the scales from my eyes. Thank you for staying in the good fight and destroying the fallacies that preserve our blindness to the reality of our situation.

You’re unbelievable.

Yesha shoulda just told you it’s Prince’s Purple “Lemonade” from the jump.

The album is a masterpiece. The movie? Gurl.

The phenomenon I encounter most is other Black people don’t trust one of their own who refuses to use religion as a way of supporting community solidarity. It doesn’t matter that I do, the fact I don’t credit the concept of God with being the font of all good and benevolent actions is enough for them to be suspicious…

The writing is LITERALLY on the goddamn WALL. FFS.

Hell, they all frosting, no flava.

The nickname, if anyone is interested, is pied poudre (kinja doesn’t like my accented e, apparently), which usually is used to describe someone afflicted with wanderlust, or irresponsible, never tied down, etc. In the case of a child, it means that kid that’s always wandering off if you don’t keep your eye on her.

I wonder if the man who snatched the hat off her head was actually trying to keep them out of trouble. Wouldn’t surprise me if he’d actually said something like, “Are you out of your mind?”