The #Fleekage is real
Guys, something tragic happened to me this weekend. I decided to head out to Boston for the weekend, and as I was preparing to leave Friday I realized that the unthinkable had happened—I’d run out of time to get my eyebrows done. It’s fine, I did my hair or whatever… but it just wasn’t the same! So I’m living vicariously through Zendaya‘s Instagram photos and you all must join me. As you click through and weep over the eyebrow fleekage, remember, Zendaya is lovely… and she didn’t wake up like dis. Peep the gallery for more!
"I have no issue with Caitlyn Jenner or transgender people, but..."
Ever since I started writing for PITNB I’ve been obsessed with British fashion critic Catherine Kallon, founder and editor of the hugely successful Red Carpet Fashion Awards blog. She has an incredible eye, impeccable taste and anytime I want to know how the fashion world is responding to a look, I go see what she says first. I just happened to be perusing her site, as I often do on a Sunday, when I saw that Caitlyn Jenner had made the Best Dressed of the Week ballot, and was in the lead. From there I found the original post on Jenner‘s Atelier Versace dress and, well, it was interesting. Click inside for more.
Last night I made a run to Starbucks and saw the worst thing you could possibly see in the summertime when you run to Starbucks and don’t do hair, eyeliner, and it’s also laundry day/week: a gorgeous woman in all-white (a crop top, and skin-tight jeans), who looked like she’d just come from the gym but also the club—like a gym/club combo thing, and her hair was also amazing whilst her brown skin glistened in the sun. It wasn’t fair! And I thought what moms everywhere often think when they witness such a sight: ‘Whatever. She don’t have no damn kids.” LMAO! And then I remembered to not be a htater, and gave her all the mental props in the world. All of which I’m trying to do right this moment, RE: Nicki Minaj‘s latest Instagram photos. Click inside for more!
Posted under: Nicki Minaj
Even J. K. Rowling had to bow down!!!
For whatever reason I woke up this morning craving some throwback tracks from The Game. I started with Dreams, which is a song dedicated to the slain sister of Venus and Serena Williams. Yetunde Price was killed in a Compton shootout in 2003, and I only mention it here to stress the fact that the Williams sisters do not come from a life of privilege and have, therefore, overcome odds that most people simply cannot. To hail from Compton and become a famous rapper is one thing—but to hail from Compton and to become the greatest tennis player and one of the greatest athletes of all time? Bow down, bitches. Bow down. (And please watch the documentary Venus & Serena.) This past weekend Serena Jameka Williams won her sixth Wimbledon title and 21st major championship, and then took it upon herself to show up at the Wimbledon Champions’ Dinner in this gorgeous gown, looking like a god among men. Even J.K. Rowling had to get on Twitter and shut the haters down, because she knows this is Serena Williams‘ world, and we’re all lucky to be living in it.
[Source] [Photo Credit: Getty]
Posted under: Serena Williams
"Don't cash crop on my cornrows"
As soon as I saw the headline “Hunger Games Star Calls Out
Kylie Jenner for Wearing Cornrows,” I was like, “Hi Amandla.” As you should all know by now, Amandla is my homegirl, and she can do no wrong. She only does right, and she has taken to social media, once again, to express her disappointment in the myriad celebrities who have no problem appropriating and enjoying black culture, without any sense of social responsibility to speak out against some of the biggest issues facing black Americans today. Did I say I love Amandla? I love Amandla. Click inside for more!
Posted under: Amandla Stenberg
It's all about Juneteenth
Oh, the 4th of July—you tricky, tricky holiday. I’ve said plenty of times before that growing up with parents who are also historians and professors of African and African-American history makes for an interesting experience. My mother, for example, was obsessed with the 4th of July fireworks and I have great memories of driving down to the Charles River (excuse me, Chaaahles Rivah) to watch them with her. And, at the same time, it was always made clear to me that this was not an Independence Day for black Americans, who were still enslaved at the time—even by some of the very writers and editors of the Declaration of Independence. So yes, yes, yesss to this statement Usher made over the weekend at the Essence Festival! Click inside for more!
Posted under: Juneteenth, Usher Raymond
As some of you may know, this weekend I’m in Boston celebrating the long weekend with my best friend. When you’ve known someone since the third grade, the embarrassingly hilarious memories are just endless, and we had some great laughs about our Bad Boy period, which often involved screaming at the TV during the BET Awards. These conversations serve to remind me that I too was once a part of a group of fans not unlike the Beyhive, and I would have gotten Bad Boy body paint if that had been an actual thing. So, congrats Beyhive! You have one more way to show your dedication to your Queen. Click inside for more!
Posted under: Beyoncé Knowles
IT'S TOO MUCH!
Earlier this year I realized that Instagram was not as fun for me as it used to be. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, and then I realized that it was because of the models. I was following way too many models, and it was making me sad. Because dammit, if I post a selfie I want to enjoy that selfie and the likes it garners. I don’t want to post it, and then scroll down and see the likes of Selita Ebanks on my timeline. She is, officially, too horrifyingly stunning for me to bear witness to anymore and so I’m unfollowing her right now. In a minute. I’m done with her. So, peep the gallery for more unless you want to walk away still being okay with Selita Ebanks‘ existence.
P.S. Unfortch, I am no following Ashi Studio, the folks who made that gorgeous gown.
Posted under: Selita Ebanks
This weekend I’ll be somewhere very, very special celebrating my Dirty Thirty (follow me on Instagram to find out where, and how many mimosas I will have had by Saturday morning), and I’ve decided to pretend I’m Rihanna for at least 7 hours out of every day. Of all the fashionistas we have out here, she’s one of few who really seems to wear exactly what she wants, all of the time, without giving a whole heap of effs about it. The word is “effortless.” She’s not trying, and it looks SO good. Peep the gallery for all the fashion inspiration you’ll need this summer, or ever in life.
Posted under: Rihanna