My volatile relationship with my body has existed since I was at least 9 years old; it’s become so ingrained into my daily psyche that I don’t know myself without it and don’t understand a world in which I’m not over-scrutinizing every dip and crevice to the point of distraction.
Racism-as-entertainment-value commodifies centuries of pain and dilutes it down to the potency of a supreme annoyance.
Macron’s proposed initiatives leave much to be desired on issues of domestic equality for France’s ethnic minorities
This obsession with minimizing and masculinizing Serena isn’t just limited to a beauty standard
When I heard direct shots cast at Remy Ma on Gucci Mane & Nicki’s reconciliatory collab “Make Love”, three words immediately came to mind: are you dumb?
We exist in a society that feels entitled to dictate the narrow confines of where Black women are allowed to flourish versus the spaces that we should not encroach.
The concept that countries like France are these magical, post-racial havens for the truly evolved and erudite has been a concept that seems to have persisted from the Baldwin era.
One thing is clear, however: this is not on us. And when I say “us” I mean that on multiple levels: Communities of Color, Black People, and ultimately, my fellow Black Women.
In just a few months, Bresha Meadows will finally be out of prison.
Carson and his team will be accountable for maintaining and rejuvenating a rapidly deteriorating ecosystem of half-century-old buildings that serve as a lynchpin for a significant number of New Yorkers of color, my mother included.