February is a lot of things. Sixty-something degree weather one year, and bitter cold the next (hellooo, Nemo!). It's the start of spring semester, Black History Month, and of course, Valentine's Day. They say it's commercial—if not altogether superficial—and to some extent Valentine's Day is. I'll ... Read More
Single on Valentine’s Day
So we all know the fourteenth of every February has been, nationally (read: corporately) deemed Valentine’s Day, and that I, for some unknown reason, am completely, utterly, and inexplicably in love with the holiday. I shouldn’t be, by societal standards. I’m a single girl. I’m supposed to hate it; ... Read More
I Love Me Before I Love Men
I love men. Oh yes I do. Call me boy crazy—I’m not a bit coquettish for no reason! But before men (I only get the butterflies for boys who dance) there’s a few things I love more including—but certainly not limited to Nutella, sexy little underthings, and myself. I’m well aware of how totally and ... Read More