Seventeen-year-old me wasn’t standing in front of her full-length mirror, wearing only her bra and panties (I hate that word, don’t you? Panties. Panties. Gross.), examining every nook and cranny of her perfectly average body thinking, You know what sounds fun? Puking my guts out for the next

So I don't spend all workday staring at stills of myself from various appearances that I've saved on my phone. Rather, when this text from Dan came in (which is why I am showing you this current moment on my phone, and which I will get to en uno secundo), Marci was in the middle of proving to me

I'm going to be totally honest with you: I'm in the middle of moving right now. So I'm writing this Creepy Corner like a rat with a laptop, peeking out from the garbage pile the human formerly known as Louise called a home. I'm a mess, my home is a mess, fingers crossed ...Continue reading 

With fall shows gearing up to make their 2016 debut and return, I can’t help but think about all the strong representations of Black women on my television screen who taught me important lessons about love. They did so without fear, leaving imprints and providing lessons that have long guided me in

Way back in the dark ages, back when the boob tube was still black and white, contestants vied to see who had the worst sob story for prizes in Queen for a Day. It wasn't until the late 1990s and Big Brother that the genre we think of as "reality television" really took off, though, and The