Some of my gay friends and I see Pride month differently. Very differently. According to them, I get two months: February, for Black History month, and June, for Pride. I should feel honored, right? I have inherited the powerful but not as alluring legacy of both Hidden Figures and Stonewall. While my less chubby friends rejoice this month in a cacophony of Britney Spears, vodka tonics and rainbow flags being flown in crowded gayborhoods across the nation, my own celebration

Click here to read Ain't No Half Steppin': Assimilate or Advocate Part 1 If there was only one notable lesson that we African Americans could gain from our parents, it would be the fact that we are called to be great. Once again, history has proven that. Because of the obstacles that were faced with regards to race and identity coupled with the resilience to combat said obstacles, there have been countless black men and women who have become pioneers, inventors, creatives, an

...And it's all about men Editor's Note: The subscripts are everything! And you should pay attention to those almost as much as the article itself. Yes, fellow feminists, it’s true. Due to a handful of female-only screenings of the new Wonder Woman movie that took place recently, some delicate snowflakes[1] are simply so wounded by their barring from these specific screenings of a female-centric movie[2] that they’re declaring reverse sexism the new normal. On message boards

I was born and raised in the DFW Metroplex in Texas. I’m a pale white girl, with strawberry blonde hair and lots of freckles. And while I wasn’t persecuted growing up based on what I looked like or who I was on the outside, I had a deep-seated fear that I would be if people only knew the real me. See, I wasn’t like everyone else around me. First off, I was a Mormon. And there weren’t that many of us. Growing up, I had many conversations with friends trying to “save me” becaus