I am still trying to get my people from saying “ch*nk/ch*nky”. This is going to be a tough boat to row.
I know that it is considered to be a joke, but I do think that parents do need to have “Come to Jesus” talks with their kids, when it comes to their expectations and about money.
Unless Meghan can miraculously set forth laws that will grant every non-white Brit with equal footing as their white counterparts, then no, this marriage hasn’t caused a deathblow to white supremacy.
Unless the guy is willing and gung-ho to abdicate his title and live as a commoner, then no, I couldn’t marry into royalty.
Me, personally? No, I don’t care.
Honestly, I don’t know how to take this article as a pansexual, black woman that has experienced covert and overt homophobia, in my life.
See, I believed that her hair during this era of her career was her hair. She just had a texturizer to loosen up her coils.
The “Janet” album was the only album of hers that I wasn’t allowed to listen to, due to the subject matter. I was permitted to listen to the “radio edits” of the singles, whenever they came on WBLS or 98.7 KISSFM.
On today’s episode of “Sick, Sad World”...
This is me, being over-dramatic, but I always liken the celebs that thrive off of any forms of press/publicity to those remorseless, criminals that doesn’t give a fuck if they’re sentenced to death/life in prison.
Both of them are trash, in my opinion. So, it’s TEAMNOBODY, for me.
Oh wow... A project that displays tone-deafness and tunnel-vision against issues that affects select members of marginalized communities.
My high school years were so mundane and repetitive that I really can’t pinpoint anything out of the years, except prom night.
In my opinion, folks can find solace in that “an abused woman makes seven attempts, on average” statistic. It soothes their guilt. Falsely lulls them into believing that their possible attempts at helping an abused victim would’ve been fruitless. Allows them to say “She would’ve gone back to him anyway” as they settle…
For the last reunion, it had become a running joke: “Are you here for a plate of food, too?”
Reminds me of my quarterly, family reunions. We have the events in the same location, a park that is in my paternal great-grandparents’ hometown. Like clockwork, every function is visited by police officers that are there to investigate “disturbances”. I have relatives, who are on that very same police force, so…
I’ve disowned a relative, close to seven years ago, due to his complacency and his nonchalance towards a woman (a stranger) that was being beaten down by a man, on a public street and during the day. We both came upon the unfurling scene during a store-run.
In that headline picture, someone could’ve told me that she was Monica Bellucci and I would’ve believed them.