Friendship
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5 Gift Ideas For Your Squad From 5 Black-Women Owned Businesses
Confession. Sometimes I’m a bad friend. And before your mind starts imagining some crazy Real Housewives of Wherever scenario, it’s nothing like that. Sometimes I’m just too busy and checked out. Sometimes I’m one-sided and self-absorbed. Sometimes I’m forgetful. But other times I’m a great friend. At those times, I’m thoughtful. I’m communicative. I’m supportive. I think we all have a bit of both -- good friend and bad friend -- in us. But the goal is to make the bad friend show up less and the good one appear more often. We do that by making a habit of nurturing our friendships on a consistent basis. We are experts…
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We Are Not OK! We Miss Our Homecomings!! (a.k.a. Our Annual, Unofficial Friend Reunions)
Somebody come get us! We are stuck in Zoom meetings and quarantine prison when all we wanna be doing is walking across somebody’s yard in a PLT outfit we purchased a month ago for the sole purpose of that very stroll. We want to grab our fish fry plate, a turkey leg, and a funnel cake to eat all at once because we know it’ll be another year before we find all of these things in one place again. We want to stop by every vendor station and window shop across all of their merchandise, only to eventually end up purchasing an alumni shirt from one lucky merchant -- if…
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Why We Should Stop Calling People Toxic
Being called toxic is like being the boogeyman in this day and age. None of us wants that label slapped on our back. Without missing a beat, we’ll sidestep a toxic label like a Heisman trophy winner and not look back. But even quicker, we’ll play pretend quarterback, hauling the term off at whoever we think fits the bill. In the name of all things Hall Monitor, we police these streets for the toxic urchins roaming among us. They are not safe in our presence. And we don’t play about our shit.
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Poor Communication 101: How Issa & Molly Got Here
Molly went so left on Sunday’s episode of Insecure, I almost pulled off my earrings and jumped through the screen for Issa. I think we all wanted to pull up, wheel Molly away, and deliver her to the nearest therapist’s office for an emergency session. Whether or not Issa was wrong to contact Molly’s man behind her back, the type of public confrontation Molly initiated is never appropriate. Period. But how did these two ‘best friends’ even get here? Two words — poor communication. I’ve been where Molly and Issa are. I’ve let issues build up without saying a word. Little jabs, here and there. Slick comments that go unchecked. Then all of…
