If there’s not an on-board drugstore where I can buy “CONDOMS, ROSE! CONDOMS! CONDOMS! CONDOMS!” this isn’t a real GG cruise.

Water No Get Enemy and Beast Of No Nation

Fela was awesome and I listen to his stuff all the time.

Juan García Esquivel. More big bandish, lots of horns. Latin.

Isn’t the phrase “PhD holder” when used to designate an honorary doctorate a little misleading?

Ana Tijoux made what I consider the best female Spanish language ever with “1977". I can barely make out half the words but I know when someone is dropping bars and someone is faking it. Cardi is faking it.

What Cardi is really on is that hip-hop is dying. I think Hip-Hop now is where Rock was in 1983 or so. It’s been twelve years since Nas said Hip Hop Is Dead, and 1983 was 12 years after Don Mclean wrote about the Day The Music Died.

I made a post about thank got Nikki is back to distract from CardiB and a friend of mine went off about how dare I diss CardiB because she’s a different kind of rap and she came from rough background. I replied “I can’t understand a single word coming out of her mouth.” To which my friend replied, “Well then look it…

It must be my age showing, but I think her music sucks and her lyrics are stupid. I understand at some level it’s very meta, like enumerating the multitude of ways one can pop one’s pussy is feminist... but god that music is fucking awful.

Since I was 7 years old and discovered TLC/Left Eye, I have been dying for more female rappers and while over the last year or so I have noticed an uptick in female rap songs, it still is very rare for any of them to break out and get the airplay that these male rappers are getting. I don’t get it. This is literally…

Well full disclosure I’ve never been to a “public house,” per se, taking my sundry aperitifs, digestifs and nightcaps in the gentleman’s club to which I’m a member, and where the staff has been thoroughly cowed by their upbringing and social status, to where casting one’s ale in their face will no more provoke ire…

Former bartender here, with experience at both high end spots and dives.

If said glass is found to be unclean, etiquette says that you immediate throw contents of glass into bartenders face, followed by a loud “harumph” and a peremptory declaration that you will never again be a patron of said establishment.

I have different standards depending on the bar. Dive bar? Give me an old, stale bottle of Sierra Nevada with no glass, and I won’t complain until I go home. I think this advice fits at a decent craft bar. If your beertender has one of those machines to rinse the glass just before pouring, you should definitely be…

No booze for me on account of baby. I just bought my husband a fancy bottle of scotch. Hoping there’s some left after I pop this kid out.

Ah, homie, you can still be Black. You gotta at least buy a bottle for a party and tuck the bag into your pocket for later because THAT’S YOUR BAG. And understand it’s not just purple anymore. My classy CR bag, you know, the one holding the wine bottle opener and cigar cutter, is beige from the CR Vanilla. There’s…

Is it really Christmas if you haven’t spent at least one night sitting alone in the dark, staring at the Christmas tree with a glass of Scotch and a plate of gingersnaps, listening to Nina Simone’s Little Girl Blue and wondering where it all went wrong?

Also don’t @ me about it not being a Christmas song. If Favorite…

In other news, water is wet.