“Miles Davis” By Jean Michel Basquiat

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Growth is realizing Basquiat’s piece on Miles Davis is a social commentary about black people in predominantly white spaces. An experience dubbed a privilege, it’s one only uber successful blacks have. The entire reason my business partner/friend and I got into an altercation that permanently rifted our relationship.

I advised her to take a Buzzfeed quiz regarding how privileged you grew up. It was suppose to be an exercise in gratitude. That life isn’t as bad as it seems. While I got results of really privileged, she got the exact opposite.

Reviewing the discrepancies in our answers together on the phone, she brought up the question “Have you ever been the only black person in the room?” She thought the question was outlandish and weird. For me, it was a large part of my upbringing on the Upper East Side and more. Both of us were astounded by the other’s response. I never realized all the implications of these incidents. Unfortunately it destroyed our friendship, she felt inferior due to the disparities in how we were raised. Envy made her angry at me. Whereas my angry was directed at the racists whites perpetuating inequality. See the difference? Crab in a barrel ass bitch. Via: Jean Michel Basquiat

From Best Friends To Real Brothers

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A heartwarming story for the holidays. Seeing the bond between Joc Gill and his best friend, parents Dominque and Kevin Gill decided to adopt Andrew. Making him an official member of their family in 2020. Finally finding a forever home, having spent almost half his life in foster care.

The level of swag this white boy is going to have is astronomical, you can already see it in the gear. Trust he won’t be fighting his parents or acting out at restaurants. One look from his black mom will tell him everything he needs to know regarding repercussions.

Being pretty much the only black family on the Upper East Side, we were stunned to the core seeing these white kids get physical with their parents. Wylin out. My mom use to receive calls asking what she did when I beat on her. Leaving my mother gobsmacked. I mean…the fuck are you talking bout? Asking for advice like that. Hit my mama? Let alone on the regular? The cultural discrepancy was wilddddd!!!! Via: Valorgi

Jerry Hall The Haystack Hoe

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It’s just funny how Jerry Hall stereotyped me as a black woman, when she’s pique white trash. A example is the discrepancy in which we were deflowered. At 15 we both lost our virginity, that’s where the similarities stop.

My first time was beautifully romantic, with my twin flame who worships me. Married before being born, he sacrificed himself to protect me. It took place on the Upper East Side, where Lewis Dvorkin and I were raised. He did everything in his power to give me the best experience so I’d never leave him. Undressing me before, redressing me after, cleaning up everything, refusing to let me lift a finger. We even had witnesses à la royalty in the days of yore, verifying the marriage was consummated. Meanwhile, Jerry Hall donning only cowboy boots, spread eagle for a stranger on piles of hay. In a barn. Like an animal. Epitome of a dirty white.

This is the difference between a Goddess and a hillbilly. The same nigga who immortalized the love between my husband and I on the Hackney Diamonds cover, winning Mick Jagger a Grammy (read I’m A Rolling Stones Muse), cheated on Jerry Hall publicly the entirety of their relationship, tricked her into a fake Bali wedding, where she falsely believed they were married for years, fathered a love child, and dubbed the product of that affair his favorite kid. She’s an entire joke, a haystack hoe. Those kids are white trash like their mama. I want her out of our Richmond home or I’ll start blowing up landmarks in England, Kali & Shiva. Via: Bellazon

Updated: 9/27/2025 7:11am

Next Gen NYC: Charlie Zakkour Is Vital

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Okay, so, I wasn’t going to watch this show, but curiosity got the best of me. I only wanted to see how similar Charlie Zakkour was to his brother Henry, who I have a history with. One of seven people present to my deflowering and bff’s with a literal divine. That entire night was drama and scandal. Taking place on the Upper East Side, making those in attendance historical figures, having witnessed Kali & Shiva in real time. At first I was mad at Henry and planned on revenge, but now that my memories are back, I understand what happened isn’t his fault (he’s the crazier brother).

Yes, I’m a Bravo addict, but the reality kids weren’t enough to pique my interest. As much as I adore them, I wasn’t sold they could carry a show on their own. However this cast is perfect! A large part of that is due to the native New Yorkers, Georgia McCann not washing her hands and blunt af Charlie. Although he’s catching a lot of flak from the fan pages, he’s A1 in my book. He literally has me in tears from laughing, easily the funniest person on the show. His name is in everybody’s mouth too.

Charlie isn’t here to coddle the Bravo kids, instead he learns these transplants. You came to his city, not the other way around. They need someone like him to keep them humble, keep them guessing, keep them raw, and to teach them our ways. Gia Giudice I love you, but there’s a stark difference between the UWS & the UES. Also look at Brooks Marks, thanks to Charlie he’s learning how to deal with confrontation, that’s growth. Charlie Zakkour pushes them out of their comfort zones, exactly what they need to shape who they’ll become. Stagnation is death. Sorry not sorry, I stan the Upper East Sider (represent). We’re chaotic. Via: IMDB

Updated: 6/14/2025 9:50am

Richie Akiva Backed Genc Jakupi

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Everyone remember Richie Akiva stood ten toes down for protégés Binn & Genc Jakupi’s lies (read Binn And Genc Jakupi Have Zero Remorse). Although Genc Jakupi isn’t tagged in the BFA photo, he’s sporting the blue shirt. Let’s use our critical thinking skills to break down this picture. It was taken April 09th 2022. What was going on around that time? Put your thinking caps on hoes. I’ll wait…times up!

Melanie uggo Hamrick had me arrested March 15th 2022 (read Melanie Hamrick Is Hollywood’s Downfall). After I exposed her for the murder of L’wren Scott and rape of Mick Jagger, she tried to have all the evidence removed. You’ll find below Detective Gustavo Paul texting me about my social media and blog, the day before he arrested me. After stalking me for years I thought it was Genc Jakupi himself trying to trick me. PTSD started with him and his brother Binn Jakupi, my former employers (read My PTSD Diagnosis).


For two people who never had the spine to converse with me, to come to my city, with the audacity to spread rumors based on racist stereotypes, is absolutely appalling. That’s what they think of black people period, to feel comfortable enough not to look into my upbringing and deem me a nobody. Believing I had no connections as a black woman, and no one who would be able to vouch for me. How fucking stupid do you look now? The cool kids like me is what make people like you come to my city. Know your fucking place. An entire socialite. You couldn’t have chosen a worst person to defame. Unlike the other girls, I grew up privileged with access to opportunity and didn’t see Miss Lily’s as a career move for upward mobility. True to this not new to this. Meanwhile they make money appropriating my Caribbean culture.

A lot of people played themselves believing I was going to prison, showing their true colors, lack of remorse and abuse they find acceptable if not caught, but you were caught. By a Goddess no less. Case dismissed October 24th 2022, as an Upper East Sider I set that ugly bitch up. Stalk an uneven face weirdo where? Unlike Raggedy Anne I was extremely popular. I’m the only one telling the truth. Richie Akiva then proceeds to gallivant around with Leonardo DiCaprio, Mick and that Brazilian girl (read Melanie Hamrick Can’t Hang With DiCaprio). You owe that name. Naomi Campbell felt secure backing them, because of their relationship with Richie Akiva. Where’s the lie? None were told. The Jakupi’s brother’s behavior is a reflection of him. Athena. Via: BFA & Saint Twenty

Updated: 9/22/2024 12:33am


Smile At Your Haters

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Sure do. I couldn’t care less about who doesn’t like me. Shying away from confrontation isn’t my thing, I’m about smoke if you are and I detest people pleasers. Long story I’m a bitch, what about it? You say it like it’s a bad thing. If you feel some type of way pull the fuck up. Griselda Blanco (read The Feminism Of Griselda Blanco) is one of my feminist icons for a reason. What does that tell you about me? Don’t ever fuck with an Upper East Side bred bitch, we don’t play nice. The movies and shows weren’t lying. Artist: Vintage Arts Club

Growing Up Ghetto UES Edition

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Carrying this secret is eating me up inside, it’s time to come clean. Fitting in by any means necessary is important to me, even if it means concocting stories of an upbringing unobtainable by black people. Fake it till you make it. My name is Jaquana Cornelius, I’m an uneducated, ghetto foster baby in my 40’s. Despite never having a conversation, Binn & Genc Jakupi know me like the back of their hands (read Binn And Genc Jakupi Have Zero Remorse). Everything they told Naomi Campbell, who defamed me on their behalves, is right. The truth will always come to light, pretending to be something I’m not has finally caught up to me.

I stand before you a fraud. As the above gallery makes obscenely clear, growing up impoverished forced me into gang relations as a youth. Although I have a devil may care attitude in the second picture, I’m not proud of my behavior. The streets called and we shouldn’t have answered. Unfortunately we didn’t have a choice, it was do or die out there. If we didn’t mark our territories at McDonald’s (picture four), or The Great Lawn (picture five), how the fuck were we going to eat? Please understand, we didn’t choose this life, it chose us. Our only crime, playing the cards dealt to us as best we could (picture one). To everyone I deceived, I’m truly sorry. Please forgive me. What I did was wrong. While the Jakupi brothers dealt with war from 1998-1999, walking over corpses, I wore butterfly clips to play with my Furby, and took computer classes at school (remember Ask Jeeves?). At the end of the day, I should have been honest about my life. A nigga girl growing up on the Upper East Side? Preposterous. Via: Jaquana Cornelius

An Adult Sweet Sixteen

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Honestly, I’m just happy my outfit aged chicly. I was fifteen, attending a sweet sixteen, for someone I’ve known since seven. Her mom rented out the entirety of Madame X in Soho. I was wasted upon arrival, I was wasted upon exiting the premises. They sure did serve us courtesy of yellow dresses mom. It’s so funny, I look at these pictures and see ethnicity. Others just see my lone brown face. Showing people childhood photos their commentary typically run along the lines of, there’s a lot of white people. I’m grateful for their commentary, once upon a time I too lived in a bubble, one I’m happy burst. Now I can help bring equity and equality having left a cosseted facade. I wasn’t on yayo yet, having attended my caliber of middle school (all of us in the photo are East Side Middle School alumni), I wanted to keep my purity just a bit longer. Correction, I wasn’t on it that night…at least I waited til high school, okay. All I remember is the taxi ride down there. Judge people by their experiences, not your stupidity, prejudice and racism. I always ask people about their lives having grown up with diversity. Do you?

East Side Middle School Alumni

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Mischa Barton: Not only the O.G of The O.C, but the O.G of ESMS success. Heads up, our middle school was probably wilder than your college. When we went it was a floor and a half of an elementary school, the top half, on York between 77th and 78th. I can only imagine the affect it had on those kids. Anyways, I didn’t attend with Mischa, but her sister Hania was a grade above me. Now this was when Disney Movies were it (Luck Of The Irish, Halloweentown, Johnny Tsunami type shit), we were hyped when we found out she was the star of A Ring Of Endless Light. Hyped. She was even cooler in high school, playing Marissa Cooper. I snorted coke with an $100 bill, because Mischa snorted coke with an $100 bill (allegedly).

Julia Fox: Known her since elementary school, she was in second grade I was in third. If you wanna know what our first interaction was ask her. She knew who she was from the jump, cartwheeling over in our cafeteria/gym, announcing herself, in a nobody…Julia Fox manner. As an artist she’s lived many lives and is now a burgeoning A-list actress, her breakout role being Uncut Gems. It wasn’t my speeding heart, or the clouds spinning, spinning, in the sky, but her commentary, “Jaquana you’re talking a mile a minute. I don’t know what you’re saying,” that made me realize I was about to overdose at fifteen. In the crevice of an inside outside park on 79th street.
We spent one summer hanging out with gang members and destroying Carl Schurz Park, where had I come five minutes earlier, I’d be witness to her throwing a dead pigeon on some girl badmouthing her. Legendary, she used a plastic bag to pick up the carcass of course. That chick had more bark than bite and left sobbing.

Emily Meade: Same grade, same classes. In seventh grade had plans to marry Heath Ledger (RIP). Her performance in The Deuce was superb, harrowing and underrated. What a complex character and an amazing show, one my mom and I loved.





Erin Yogasundram: started a popping fashion blog, a successful online boutique (ShopJeen) and has been humble the whole way through. Even after making it on Forbes 30 under 30, she still made time to answer questions regarding entrepreneurial pursuits. Now the wife/manager to influencer Kerwin Frost. When I think of Erin, square black framed glasses and junk in the trunk comes to mind.

Aliza Kelly: Cosmopolitan astrologer, always had a winged eye and goth vibe. BFF’s with Emily Meade then, BFF’s with her now. She was on the Spanish speaking side of school, so I never had classes with her. What comes to mind isn’t appropriate, high energy, chatty and wears tons of black is the best I can do.

EJ Dickinson: Friends for one year in the sixth grade before she transferred to Riverdale Prep. Cracked me up. Now she’s a senior writer for Rolling Stone.

Colby Minifie: Same grade as her sister Hayden. She was younger, so I have no memories. She is a star of Fear The Walking Dead and friend to former coworker Melody, who raves about her.

I’m the only black person to add to this group. Invalidating my experience with lies, when I don’t know you, is weirdo vibes and disrespectful.

Via: Mischa Barton Fan Page, Julia Fox FC, Emily Meade, Erin Jeen, Aliza Kelly, EJ Dickison & Colby Minifie