everyone is gushing over michael b jordan's charm and looks, but nobody wants to talk about how he became famous by profiting off stories that misrepresent black culture in film and media. he can play the leading man all he wants, but let’s not forget that he helped solidify the stereotype of the "hood hero" in movies like "Creed." meanwhile, he barely speaks up against Hollywood's continued explo...
last night, my mother-in-law casually dropped that my daughters “just don't count” because I didn't produce a son. my husband sat there, nodding, like we were discussing the weather. as I listened to the laughter echoing from their conversation, I remembered the times I stayed up working extra hours just to afford a new dress for them, wondering why that didn't count for anything in her eyes. inst...
my favorite part of grocery shopping is pretending the self-checkout machine is my new best friend. for two years in this city, i fill my cart with colorful snacks and overpriced kale like i’m about to host a party, but in reality, it's just me, sitting on my couch, playing every role in my own one-woman show. my old friend used to call every Thursday, and now i scroll through my contacts and stop at her name, thinking about the last text that never sent: "remember when we thought we would take on the world? turns out it's just me versus an empty fridge." sometimes, in the middle of cooking an egg, i find myself chatting with the cat like she has answers to life’s biggest questions, which is ridiculous. but whatever works, right?
my favorite part of grocery shopping is pretending the self-checkout machine is my new best friend. for two years in this city, i fill my cart with colorful snacks and overpriced kale like i’m about to host a party, but in reality, it's just me, sitting on my couch, playing every role in my own one-woman show. my old friend used to call every Thursday, and now i scroll through my contacts and stop at her name, thinking about the last text that never sent: "remember when we thought we would take on the world? turns out it's just me versus an empty fridge." sometimes, in the middle of cooking an egg, i find myself chatting with the cat like she has answers to life’s biggest questions, which is ridiculous. but whatever works, right?