There used to be a time when New York City was a refuge. A sanctuary for the weird, the brilliant, the queer, the bold, the misunderstood. The transplants of yesteryear weren’t perfect, but they came to this city with soul. They arrived with a dream and a backpack full of trauma, identity crises, and anti-establishment
If you’re on the hunt for the perfect date night bar in Harlem, let me put you on real quick: The Honeywell is that girl. This retro-inspired cocktail bar is tucked away on Broadway and 148th, and it’s easily one of the best romantic bars in NYC—period. From the second you walk in, The Honeywell sets
Argue with your mama: I’m tired of the way Sierra is being treated on Summer House. Full stop. And if you’re not tired too, you either don’t have eyes, or you’re willfully ignoring the racial and gender dynamics that keep playing out on this show every. single. damn. season. Sierra has been the only consistently reoccurring
Let me put y’all on to a gem in the Bronx that’s been flying under the radar but serving big vibes: Bar 47. This ain’t your average bar. It’s not trying to be a rooftop club or give you $20 cocktails with lavender foam and no liquor. It’s real. It’s grown. It’s chill. And when you
I don’t know who needs to hear this but a lot of y’all aren’t actually fashionable. You’re not trendsetters. You’re not style icons. You’re just thin, and society has tricked you (and us) into thinking that equals fashion. Let’s get into it. With age comes wisdom… and sometimes a little weight gain. These days, I’m too
Cookout season is here, and while the grills are firing up, the unfiltered opinions, side-eyes, and unsolicited comments are right on schedule. You know how it goes — someone’s uncle shows up smelling like Black & Milds and regret, your auntie suddenly becomes a “relationship expert,” and there’s always one cousin low-key starting a pyramid
Let’s go ahead and rip the band-aid off: Some of y’all straight Black women are acting real funny when it comes to the LGBTQIA+ community — and I’m tired. I’m tired of the slick comments, the fake allyship, the “love the gays but…” attitude. I’m tired of people who look like me replicating the
As soon as the temperature creeps past 75, there’s only one thing on our minds: margaritas. It’s officially that time of year again—when rooftop kickbacks, beach days, and link-ups on the stoop demand a cocktail that hits just right. But not just any margarita… no, no. This summer, we’re doing it Megan Thee Stallion style
I’m gonna hold your hand while I say this: Black people do need sunscreen. And while the skincare industry spent decades acting like we didn’t, Black Girl Sunscreen came in and said, “Nah, we got us.” Period.If you’re tired of looking like Casper the Friendly Ghost after applying a so-called “sheer” SPF, let me introduce