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The 5 Things I Wish I Knew in 2009

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The 5 Things I Wish I Knew in 2009 (My Ode to the High School Graduates of 2017) By: Ryan D. Daniels
Times has a funny way of flying by without us even realizing it until we decide to pop our head up from whatever task we’ve dedicated ourselves to and we realize that days, weeks, months, or years have passed by since some significant milestone occurred. That’s how I feel about my high school graduation. I graduated from high school on June 9, 2009 and in the eight years that have lapsed since then I have done a lot of living and a whole lot of learning inside and outside of a classroom.
I remember who my graduation speaker was but I don’t remember what she spoke about. To be honest, I feel like most high school graduation speakers rely on the same script: quote some random current slang or some current hip hop song to seem relatable to youth, drudge up some old clich├ęs, or use some old anecdotes; sometimes effectively and sometimes not so effectively. I have been to or livestreamed at lea…

Men Are Trash

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Yes, Men Are Trash By: Ryan D. Daniels

A few weeks ago rancor broke out on Twitter over a t-shirt that read as follows, “Men are trash.” A digital Battles of the Sexes broke out and chaos ensued. I remained neutral because I didn’t see the problem with the shirt because I know that all men aren’t trash but many men do have some trash like ways. Like when I say Black Lives Matter that doesn’t mean I’m saying other lives don’t matter. But anyways, I digress.

Quarter Life Crisis Lessons

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Quarter Life Crisis Lessons By: Ryan D. Daniels
Normally I relish the benefit of being able to sleep in on the weekends. However, I was up at 4:15AM this morning and I couldn’t go back to sleep. I filled out a few job applications and by then I realized the sun was up. I ran a mile and while I was out in the early morning air this piece hit my spirit.
I’ll be the first to admit I am nowhere near where I thought I’d be at 26. It seems like just yesterday I graduated high school. Most days it feels like life is passing me by and my friends are passing me by right along with it. They are racking up achievements: job promotions, advanced degrees, marriages, home purchases, swanky vacations, and the list goes on. Yet here I am, merely existing from day to day.

A Different World It Is Not

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A Different World It Is Not By: Honey B. Baker
So this morning I woke up to read that the president of the illustrious Hampton University released a letter disparaging BET’s new drama, The Quad. The Quad is set at the fictional Georgia Agricultural and Mechanical University, an HBCU that is currently embroiled in financial turmoil.
I am a harsh critic of anything that portrays the HBCU or Greek life experience, as I am a product of both. I am a proud graduate of Elizabeth City State University and I am also a proud member of Delta Sigma Theta, Incorporated. Time after time I have seen both of these experiences bastardized and sold for parts (looking at you, Stomp The Yard). HBCUs are more than their flashy bands and historically black sororities and fraternities are more than their steps, chants, and colors. But I digress...

I Was #HurtBae

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I Was #HurtBae
By: Honey B. Baker
Last night as I was social media stalking I came across a video with the headline, “Girlfriend confronts boyfriend about cheating.” Hmmm, I saw that the video was the six minutes and at first my short attention span said, “Nah” but then again I was intrigued.
Kourtney and Leonard’s love story started out like most people’s love story does: boy meets girl. However, like many love stories theirs’ soon fell apart. What struck me so much about their conversation were the similarities between that a conversation I had with an old flame last year, someone who I had sadly loved deeper than he ever deserved.

You Are the Prize

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You Are The Prize By: Honey
I have a horrible habit of losing all my good sense when I’m feeling a dude. I compromise my standards and go out my way to appease him. This is part of the reason why I removed myself from the dating scene. I needed to reevaluate how I handle becoming emotionally involved with someone. I’ve realized this during my reflection period, I didn’t realize I was the prize and I took for granted what I naturally bring to the table. I have this habit of bending over backwards to please the men I want to be with to prove myself “worthy” of them. I’d cook, come when called, go watch them coach their team, listen to their horrible beats and tell them they were good, and the list goes on and on. Shit, some times I felt like I was putting on my track cleats and chasing. I realized my actions were rooted in deep insecurity, a fear of loneliness, and lack of self-love. My insecurities were rooted in my self-perceived inadequacies. I didn’t think I was pretty enough, exciting…

Kintsugi Part II

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Kintsugi Part II By: Honey B. Baker
“Wow Nadia...” I woke up to that two-word text from Donovan. Dylan was still sleep on the bed beside me. We’d ended up staying up all night just talking, laughing, and getting to know each other. He’d fallen asleep on my old lumpy couch so I’d invited him to bed. He politely refused but eventually gave into my prodding. To my pleasant surprise he didn’t try me; he just went to sleep. I read the text and quickly exited out of it.
I wasn’t about to go back down the rabbit hole with Donovan. I’d clearly seen the jealously in his eyes at the bar the night before. Donovan always thought he was better than me and thus that meant I couldn’t do any better than him so he could just treat me however he deemed fit. Last night he could clearly see he’d lost out it was obvious that Dylan was a better man in so many aspects: better looking, better dressed, and a pure aura. Donovan was not a bad looking man but his insecurities about himself clouded him and made him …