Am I a movie hipster? Is that even a thing?
With the show, that is. Not actual girls.
DAMN. serves as a potent reminder of why hip hop (and everyone, really) needs Kendrick Lamar.
A year and a half into my freelance journey, I've learned a lot. It'd be selfish of me to keep all this info to myself...
New York City's subway has been in a state of constant decline for the last 10 years. It's time for the MTA to get its shit together.
Musings on natural hair and identity...
One year into my natural hair journey, I'm further exploring the connection between black hair and identity.
It's impossible to examine my identity without understanding the intersection of homosexuality and blackness.
In an age where 'content' is in constant demand, what does it mean to make art? A meditation on creativity.
We know that masculinity can be toxic, overbearing, and in your face. But what the hell is it, exactly? And does it still matter?
I know I need it. I'll listen when it's presented. But it doesn't mean I have to like it.
Millennials are the largest generation in the U.S. And officially, we're the least interested in marriage and kids. What gives?
When you turn 30, it's assumed that you possess baseline knowledge of a range of topics from changing a flat tire to balancing a checkbook. But does this universal knowledge still matter?
The word 'freelance' is not a pseudonym for 'poor'.
I've always considered myself a millennial by definition. But the more I research, it's clear no one can agree on the definition.
How do you know if a friendship is worth saving? If it's time to let go, how the hell do you do it?
More isn't always better. As human beings, we can only handle so much interaction. So, what's the point of having so many "friends"?
Those lingering gray dots are doing more damage to your relationships than you think...
Politics isn't the only subject that can make our online interactions with "friends" unpleasant. What do you do when their content turns ugly?
We closed out our honeymoon with Christmas markets, currywurst and glühwein. And oddly enough, the last stop before home was the one that felt the most familiar.
Space brownies, fast food in vending machines, the looming threat of being run over by a bicycle...Amsterdam was pretty amazing!
Drinks in a laundromat, the rarest steak I've ever had in my life, Karl Lagerfeld's bookstore...clearly Paris was my favorite city of my honeymoon.
Part one of my two-week honeymoon began in London. Over four days, I debunked the myth about bad local food and fell in love with...Tesco's.