Beauty, Booty & Beyonce: Loving My Black Body
Over the weekend Beyonce posted the note you see above on her Tumblr page and immediately her Beyhive started swarming. Without realizing or even considering that this may not even be a direct quote from Baby Blue’s momma, folks were in a hizzy over the first sentence. The idea that Beyonce would think, never mind write, that she was ugly had folks scratching their head, hypothesizing all kinds of scenarios. Most bloggers thought this letter Read more...
Getting Through The Ins & Outs of Thanksgiving
Without fail Thanksgiving always brings on a certain amount of stress, confusion and anticipation in my life. The day after Halloween when snack candy packs are half-price and Wonder Woman costumes are going for $5, I know that the time has come to ask my mom the BIG question: “What are we doing for Thanksgiving this year?” I never have an inkling as to what the answer will be, but I am fully aware of Read more...
Victoria’s Secret’s Idea of Honoring Thanksgiving
So this was Victoria’s Secret’s idea of honoring Native Americans and celebrating Thanksgiving? Last week during VS’s annual fashion show, which reportedly cost a whopping $12 million and had an American holiday theme, producers thought it would be a fantastic idea to represent Thanksgiving by adorning model Karlie Kloss in turquoise jewelry, tassels and a floor-length feather headdress.
Never mind that the outfit is hideous, the idea of having a model wear such a major Read more...
November Hotness!
Twelve days into November and there’s been more history-making excitement, chills and thrills then there has been in the past 12 months! Firstly, the election was nothing short of historic. President Barack Obama, standing with the 47% and against a hailstorm of lies, loot and lunacy (ie. Trump), won his re-election bid and with that showed that Americans had grown weary and intolerant of angry rich white men who think gays, Latinos, Blacks and women Read more...
My Election Anxiety
When I’m nervous I don’t bite my nails, I just pick-up my emery board and go totown. I start filing them down. Way down. Looking at my laptop now I see the filed sawdust-like remnants of what two days ago was a beautiful manicure. Now I’m typing with stubs. It’s Election Day and I’m stressed the crunk out!
My phone rings: “Hey Nicole!” It’s my gumbo-making, Texas born, pistol-handling godmother. “Yeah, I’m calling to tell Read more...