And sparkling water...who could say no to that?

If I wasn’t already engaged, I’d propose. 

Please crawl back into the hole you crawled out of, because surely we don’t want a “man” of your nature around here.

Very strange, but there are a lot of men out there that think that women shouldn’t require it...that some D should be enough for them. My feeling is, If I don’t need it, neither do you.

If a man likes to have his nipples played with, I’m all for it. I’m happy if he’s happy. 

Future is like Jesus for fuckboys. It’s sad that there are so many men out there who cape for that Activis-addled fool and feel like they’re justified when they tear down Ciara for daring to want a man that loves and cares for her.

We knew Angela’s judgment was bad when she Petty Wap’d Omarosa on national television. She got a pass on that because...Omarosa. And she dated Common.

There are nice guys and then there are “nice” guys, who are one or two steps above incels and don’t understand that having basic human decency doesn’t get you the woman you think you deserve.

That song is the pop cousin of Mario’s “Let Me Love You”. I’ve never thought that calling a woman out for staying with a man that treats her badly was the way to go, but I guess it’s a Pick-He neg?

I’ve never been to Essence Fest (just too damn hot in July), but I went on the Capital Jazz soul cruise last year, and noticed that the few white people on the boat were remarkably chill. I guess being that much of a minority will give you some act right, but I also think that most of those people knew what they’d…

The best song to be made up of only one note, maybe. That song is sung in the key of “Umm”. I get the retro 90's appeal though. It’s still better than most songs on the radio today.

Although I don’t have any kids, in the last 3 years, the Boo Thang has changed me from a person who was out dancing 4-5 days a week to someone poring over new recipes on Pinterest and obsessed with my calendar of indie movies, theater and family events. And though I tried to convince myself for a long time that he was…

This video made me want to hug my dad. Anytime I see daddies loving on their baby girls, dust gets in my eyes. So sweet.

There were a few good songs that came out of the boy band era, and this is one of them. 

I was too old for BSB when they came out, so Kevin was the only one grown enough for me to think he was fine. His current look is more Jesus styled by Aeropostale, but yep...still fine.

I’m amazed at how many people, who seem to understand that Quincy Jones is her father, don’t then make the leap that she’s biracial.

See, never...not once....EVER...did it occur to me to put my hands in a white person’s hair. I have Resting Side Eye, so it rarely happens these days, but white people are fascinated by my natural hair. I get one of two reactions:

1) “Why don’t you straighten your hair? It looks so much more ____ when it’s straight.”…

That lunatic was in DC, unfortunately. Makes me feel a bit less safe to know that there are entitled white women wandering around my city thinking that they can reach into people’s cars to pet animals because “the dog spoke to them”.

Hell, on the East coast, sometimes people move away if you smile at the baby too hard.

I love that Sixty Minute Man gave men pretty much the blueprint for foreplay, and they STILL managed to not get it: