I want Anastasia Beverly Hills to create pamphlets detailing their eyebrow products. That way when I see people with over-plucked, thin eyebrows I can hand them one, and ask, “Have you heard the good news?” I just want them to know there’s a much better life for them than the one they’re leading.
The great minds of our society have developed some amazing things yet, the well-endowed women of the world still struggle to find good bras. For the love of God they’ve created magnetic eyelash extensions, but I still can’t find a bra in my size that will enable me to wear a backless dress. Priorities people! Don’t even get me started on the designers who are committed to creating things that can only be worn if you’re willing to free the nipple. Why is every top and dress backless? Why? Because the fight to find great bras continues, a lot of women ask me where I shop. I stick to a select few brands, because my bra size is so random and uncommon, but I wanted to venture out and try some new ones to tell people about.
The end of Summer is fast approaching, and I have to say that mine was rather productive, so I’m not too messed up about Fall’s arrival. I did a little traveling, a little partying, and a little work (starting the podcast which I hope you’ve subscribed to and downloaded). I finally turned 30, which I’ve been looking forward to since I was 25, and it’s been very fulfilling thus far. I feel more confident even in the uncertainties, and I feel myself loving me more and more everyday. That’s something I thought I’d never fully be able to do. Today, I want to pay homage to one garment that got me through this season of galavanting and growth in comfort and style.
We are back with episode 2 of the Not Carrie Bradshaw Podcast. This week we discuss the fatal flaw in Issa’s dating plans, dating in New York, and workplace decorum. Leave us comments, and SUBSCRIBE on iTunes!
We all love Insecure. The brilliance of the show lies in its simplicity and relate-ability. There are no calculating, masterminds with exorbitant wealth, and “loose morals.” It’s just some young Black people trying to figure shit out. For that reason, Insecure inspires diverse conversations. I can always count on having A1 convos about dating, work, Black culture, etc. Following Sunday’s episode, a friend text me and asked, “WHERE ARE THE CONDOMS?!” Good. Freaking. Question. We have yet to see any hint of protection during any of the sex scenes on the show. Even with the anonymous neighbor whom I don’t ever recall seeing before. This morning I woke up to a text from another friend with the link to an article over at Very Smart Brothas asking the same damn question!
I watch a lot of television, and I’m no cinephile, but I’ve seen my fair share of movies, and I must say on screen sex has always been weird to me. It has always looked insanely unrealistic, and, dare I say it, nasty. Here are some things I just don’t get.
Not Carrie Bradshaw the podcast is here! Take a listen to our pilot episode as my co host Nikki Lauren and I are discussing this season of Insecure thus far, fashion advice, debating the origins of trap music, and more. SUBSCRIBE, SUBSCRIBE, SUBSCRIBE!!!!!
I had the pleasure of attending a pre screening for Girls Trip at The Whitby Hotel last week. I didn’t realize how badly I needed to see Black women on the big screen, cutting loose without concern for the White and/or male gaze. After seeing so many female iterations of The Hangover and shows like Broad City that feature White women in “unconventional ways,” it felt like Black women couldn’t do the same.
When I was little I found a letter she wrote to you but never sent. She said she couldn’t understand why you hated her so much.
Years later in a text, I said to some nameless man, “There’s no way you love me. This isn’t how you treat someone you love. You hate me, and I don’t understand why.”
I poured into him the love I should’ve given myself, but how does one pour from an empty container?
Is that what she did? Did my mom give you everything? Almost gave her life to give you life and you tried to take hers all because you changed your mind?
And how did she do it? How did she make us whole when one cannot pour from an empty container? I’ve come to learn it’s us who filled her. We filled her completely in the dark spaces you could never reach.
I won’t spend my life searching for the love you never gave her.
Look what she did without it.
“Everything that happens once can never happen again. But everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time.”
She made magic. Gold. Life. Three times over.
Confession: I have a really hard time listening to Up North music with Up North beats. Rather, I can listen to it in small doses, but it’s hard to really enjoy it. I’m not sure when this came about, because I remember the days when the North reigned as the supreme leaders of rap. That’s where it was born after all. I think the shift in the industry happened at the 1995 Source Awards, in the heart of the East Coast versus West Coast beef when one Andre 3000 said, “But it’s like this though, I’m tired of them closed minded folks, it’s like we gotta demo tape but don’t nobody want to hear it. But it’s like this: the South got something to say, that’s all I got to say.” That is arguably the catalyst to the South’s takeover of the sound and energy of rap music, which is still prevalent today.
As an Atlanta native, I look to music to be entertaining. I need to be tricked into the consciousness of your lyrics via Metro Booming or Zaytoven. If it’s a Saturday morning (when most Black people wake up to clean their homes) I’m not really trying to listen to you talk about how you’re regretful of that time you forced a chick to get an abortion over a string quartet my guy. I won’t get any cleaning done. I’ll end up doing a wall slide thinking about how that poor girl’s life might’ve turned out. In the words of Chris Rock, “If the beat’s alright, she’ll dance all night.” Hence, I have no patience for rap purists (Joe Budden and the like) who believe “real” rap music has to involve pain and struggle. I have to note that I rarely hear that from Southern rappers, where even the oldheads embrace younger artists. Groups like Migos and Rae Sremmurd, can flourish on a large scale, because they have the support of the South where we don’t mind just being entertained. To relegate black artists to expressing only one lifestyle is harmful to our growth as Black people, and our cultural influence for that matter. There’s room for expression of the Black experience on every part of the spectrum from gang culture, to the repaying of student loans. We are not a monolith and our music should reflect the diversity within our culture.
Requirements for real hip hop according to rap purists include:
-Rapper must be from the streets. To have sold drugs or still dabble in street pharmaceuticals is a plus.
-Must look dusty. If you look clean, you may be gay, and if you’re gay the rap world certainly doesn’t want anything to do with you.
-Beats chosen must evoke sadness, but must also be treated as an afterthought to the lyrics.
-Lyrics must use metaphors, similes, complex and simple rhyming patterns, and must be free styled. If you can’t freestyle, then you can’t rap.
-If you are a male, you must not be intersectional in your discussions on race and/or class. Black men are the only people who are suffering and everyone else must be an afterthought.
-Must praise and exoticize every race of women who aren’t black. Black women are meant only to be your first baby mama, who you will later degrade and disregard when a foreign chick deems you worthy.
-If you are a female you must talk about yourself in the most sexually explicit way possible for the first few years of your career. You must present yourself as extremely sexual and sexy, or the polar opposite, almost androgynous. There is no in between. This is the only way anyone will be interested in you as a lyricist. After you’ve proven yourself in that realm, then you can start rapping about what you want to, but you must take shots at other female rappers, otherwise you ain’t real. Because real hip hop is all about beef. You must be ignorant of the lack of privilege black women have in this world, and use every opportunity to tear the next female rapper down, because there can only be one.
-Speaking of beef. You must develop a certain level of paranoia and cynicism about the industry, which leads you to find enemies where there may or may not actually be any. You will need to take subliminal shots at other rappers, and see which ones stick in the blogs. No one, including you, should be able to pinpoint the exact source or cause of the beef, lest it lead to a truce. Because real hip hop is all about beef, even though two of the greatest rappers were murdered before they could squash their beef. And while the hip hop world will eternally mourn the loss of those artists, they will also hype you to end up in the same fate. You have to sacrifice your whole ass life to be real, and after you’re gone people will say what a shame it is.
-You must always be a struggling artist who is miserable. If you find joy or success in the world, then you’ve gone commercial, and lost your street credibility. And we all know how easy it is to feed your family based on street cred. Success makes you suspicious to those who never achieved it.
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