I physically cringe when I hear people say, “this generation is too sensitive,” or “these young people are just so soft.”

Friend breakup after friend breakup has left me with trust issues, insecurity and most notably, with a lot less friends.

This past week I went to the Atlanta Fair. I took my teenage little brother and some of my own friends since we had nothing else to do on a Monday night, and the weather is finally breaking in Atlanta after a week of heavy rain.

As a twenty-two year old black woman, I am often on the receiving end of some confused looks of disbelief when I tell people that I love baseball.

The realm of Black cinema has always been something I’ve had a lot of opinions on.

Social media is everyone’s favorite cesspool of toxic, chronically online takes and downright reprehensible behavior.

I’ve recently begun questioning the ethics behind dog ownership. Some people question if owning a pet at all is ethical, and while I’m not all the way behind that thinking,

Imagine being a little piglet— frolicking around an open pasture, rolling around in some nice, cool mud— just to wake up one day in a brownstone in a Los Angeles content house, completely unaware of what immense danger you’re in.