Kitty Covey Is The Messiest Sister

If you haven’t watched XO, Kitty, get on it. Messy, Kitty is fucking messsssssyyyy, like girl. I guess it runs in the Covey family, except Lara Jean’s drama also stems from her younger sister meddling. For those unfamiliar with the aforementioned characters, they’re from Jenny Han’s series To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. I read the books first, then watched the films. A quick recap: adolescent Lara Jean writes love letters to her crushes instead of telling them; the letters remain hidden in her late mothers hat box, until little sister Kitty mails them out. Thus begins her love story, solidifying Kitty as a matchmaker.

XO, Kitty follows the youngest Covey girl to Seoul, Korea. She earns a coveted scholarship to the prestigious KISS school. Unbeknownst to her father, she along with her stepmother convince him to let his teen daughter study abroad. Kitty has no memories of her mom, who passed when she was a baby. She feels attending the same school will bring them closer. Kitty also believes it’s fated, because her long distance boyfriend Dae also attends.
As soon as she lands drama ensues, continuous, surprising drama. Turns out Dae has a multi-millionaire boo in Korea, or does he? Every other second in my sleep deprived two day binge, I was like what…what…WHAT…It’s sooooo insanely good. I don’t want to ruin anything, but boy, well written, amazing plot, well developed characters, twists and turns galore. I need season two ASAP. Have you watched? Via: Anna Cathcart

Spice Up The Circle With Girl Power!

Ummmmmm, Scary and Baby Spice are on this season of The Circle. Did I scream like I had zero sense, as if I were a participant of the show? Guilty. Lost my mind. Gone. Freaking out still. I was eight years old again, realizing if I ever saw a Spice Girl irl…I would go into fanatic mode. I’m literally crying at the thought of it. Somebody tase me. Actually though, because I’m one hundred percent sure I’m going to try to get hair, a shred of clothing, sweat to bottle up…I still have my pencil case, don’t play with me.

They’re interactions are so funny, such a family. Some people just have the most fantastic chemistry together. Not to say everyone isn’t amazing individually, but a good band, or cast, is like a well balanced meal. Like how on Top Chef, the salt, the acid, the mouth feel…all the components of the dish need to come through. It can’t be over or underwhelming, it has to be whelmed (10 points to you if you can name this movie reference), to be a spectacular meal. That’s what they have, even just a fraction of the group. Urgh I don’t want them to leave. Could literally watch them forever. I reminder the premiere of Wannabe, it was late night, I was at my grandmothers house. Entranced. Favorite member and song please? Do you think you’d catch The Circle catfish? Via: Spice Girls Turkey

I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter

Sassafras Julia is the black sheep of her family; self-absorbed, with big dreams of being a well-traveled, childless writer, she doesn’t understand why her parents crossed the border to be sated by poverty. The exact opposite of her older sister Olga, selfless, obedient and content to stay home until becoming a mother. Olga never questions their parents choices, honoring them by helping around the house, going to church on Saturday nights and contributing financially. When Olga, who serves as the diffuser of household contention, dies, it emphasizes the chasms between the remaining members of the Reyes family.

Julia, spotting a sobbing stranger at the funeral, rummages through her sister’s belongings only to discover Olga isn’t as perfect as she appeared. Making it her mission to find out what her sister was hiding, Julia ends up finding out a lot more about herself. The themes of this book include: classism, access to opportunity, family secrets, intergenerational and cross-cultural understanding, immigration, The American Dream, mental health and identity. Author Erika L. Sãnchez’s voice enthralls from page one. Delighted that America Ferrera will be directing this movie for Netflix. Worth the read. Will you be watching the movie, reading the book, or both? Via: Fiction Matters

Lace Chokers…

Are so Bridgerton, a fan of the show as well as this look. Super cute and extremely versatile, I for one will be purchasing some. Hate it or love it? Which one do you like best? Are you one of the 82 million people who watched the show? I binged, can’t wait for season two. Via: Opium Den

Sister Sister Feminism

Let them know Tia…or Tamera. I forgot which one said it. Been binge watching this on Netflix obviously.
Put some respect on these WAPS, we are not inferior beings. We deserve to be treated with human decency, we are not objects.

Via: Netflix

Black Actors Rise In Hollywood

Three part mini-series documenting the rise of black actors in Hollywood. I remember predicting this moment we have now, four years ago in the back of a restaurant. I was talking to my friend Simi amidst all the black lives being taken, hunted by the police, bullied by America, a country built on our backs. She was filled to the brim with despair. A witch, I often see the ways of the world through different lenses, the bigger picture. A history buff I find the overarching theme in the fabric of humanity. I said specifically to her, not to worry, the Black Renaissance is coming, things will turn around.

Shortly after we got to create brilliant movies and shows, that weren’t UPN relegated, in terms of these kitchy, safe black portrayals. Things that make people comfortable, things that make people laugh, but no real refinement. We weren’t allowed to be expansive in our artistry. BOOM! Atlanta with Donald Glover hit, BOOM Insecure with Issa Rae, BOOM Get Out by Jordan Peele held a mirror to white America…It just snowballed. To understand why this is important you have to go back to the Hattie McDaniel’s, Harry Belafonte, Sydney Portier…This is a must watch on Netflix, no matter what ethnic background you identify as. We are all human, it’s imperative that we understand each other’s point of views and show compassion. Race is a social illusion we created to provide barriers, that we must deconstruct.

Wicked Game

“If we don’t have trust, we have nothing.”- Beck

A concept incomprehensible to the honey haired prince, who would one day blossom into a king, ruling over his dominion with compassion and light. My hero, setting me free from the plantation, that try as I might I could not abscond. The darkness I endured there could not be believed, nor discussed since I signed settlement papers.

This was no chance encounter, it was our second time meeting, but this time we sat for hours. I didn’t want him to go, so I tried coaxing him into continuing the night. Respectfully he declines, elucidating a 7am call time the following morning. A supermodel radiating grace; even off camera, in candid moments possessing a poise and fluency of his being. He promised to come back the next day, he didn’t and by the time he did I’d vanished. His appearance setting off a chain of events that led me to karmic justice.

When it was confirmed that he had indeed returned in search of me, I messaged him incessantly. Indebted in gratitude towards him, I wanted to tell him everything. However, something went wrong and the honey hair prince abhorred me. No matter what, he wouldn’t give me the time of day. It hurt, but I understood he was manipulated with misinformation. On my end seeing him again infected my conscious, making me feel disloyal to my false twin flame. Still just like our first encounter, I couldn’t get him out of my head. The mere thought of his contempt towards me was unbearable, so I tracked him down based on a photo of his fire escape (my brain operates like Sherlock Holmes) and wrote him a letter.

Eight years his senior, I had the wisdom to see that it would be selfish of me not to let him go. I’m at a different stage in life, his skull isn’t even fully developed. He’s too young for the white picket fence (in my case a brownstone with a library, praise Jesus and it shall be so), dirty diapers and a diamond. I wasn’t ready at his age either, there’s so much life yet to live, lessons yet learned. Still something gnawed at my insides regarding his reaction to it all, he didn’t give me the opportunity to expound my point of view. He let others narrate for me, I would have never done that to him. In recent events this proved to be our dynamic, his first instinct to turn on me in a furor. So for you honey haired prince, who will one day blossom into a king, ruling over your dominion with compassion and light (if he’s lucky, which he is) know this: love without trust, isn’t love at all. Photo: Iprincipito

Watch This: Sex Explained

Wondering what to watch this weekend? Look no further than this mini-series covering the biology and sociology of sex. Why you ask? Well sex is a crucial part of the human psyche and experience. Plus you learn all these cool tidbits, here are eight that stood out to me:

  1. An ancient form of birth control, women putting various forms of animal dung in their lady parts. Yes, you read that right. Animal dung in your vagina. Thank god I exist here and now.
  2. Your sexual fantasies don’t mean anything, they don’t say anything significant or psychological about you…for the most part. It’s not that deep.
  3. Gay men on average have more older brothers than their straight counterparts. Leading to an antibody theory of sexuality starting in the placenta.
  4. Preference of body type depends on your environment. A test conducted on African men from the Zulu tribe, where AIDS/HIV runs rampant showed a larger size was favored. Skinny bodies were affiliated with carrying the virus. When men from that tribe moved to the UK, they showed a preference for skinner body types. Where you live says everything about who you find sexy.
  5. Identical twins are not attracted to the same people.
  6. When birth control pills first hit the market, they secretly tested it on women as if they were guinea pigs. Super unethical.
  7. The sperm that got you here had a 1/250,000,000 of making it. You know what that means? You’re lit AF and were meant to be.
  8. Black women are ignored when they express their pain at the hospital. Doctors often don’t give them drugs despite their pain, due to conditioning that they can handle it. Unlike their white counterparts who complain of being overly medicated. This is why the former has a higher death rate during childbirth.

Find this on Netflix and chill. Educate yourself. Will you be watching? Photo: F It Bruh