Bay Bay: the streets are cold without Desus & Mero. The culture is malnourished. The commentary is limp. My timeline ain’t hitting the same. The Bodega Boys didn’t just give us laughs—they gave us catharsis, context, and clapbacks. And ever since the Bronx’s favorite sons split, we’ve been left in the group chat with no
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