Adiba Nelson

I would break girl code. And if you love me, I hope you would do it for me too.

Nicely done, MAC. Nicely done.

That, my dear, is self-care 101: You must take care of yourself if you want to take care of others.

That man shakes me to my core. Actually, not HIM, per se, but the people who blindly follow him. The out-and-out bigots who will call me the N-word just as easily as they’d call their buddy “Bob.” The people who SWEAR they're not bigots, but support him because they believe in his promise of new jobs and deportations.

My father was an abusive man, plain and simple.

That wasn’t all he was, but to my mother, that's who he was. He was a controlling individual who perhaps took the scripture, “Wives, submit to your husbands” a tad bit too literally — and when my mom didn’t submit, she paid the price. Often with a blow to the head.

I think we can all agree that there is an incredible amount of power in being a woman. We run corporations, households, and our own glittery, mashed-up, sometimes-so-fucked-up-I-wanna-hide-under-a-blanket-and-never-come-out-again lives. And we do it as gracefully as we possibly can. And while we’re doing it, we have a soundtrack playing in the background.

They basically gave the Oscars the middle finger.

I don't love this. I don't love any part of it. I don't love the fact that a life is in my hands every moment of every day.

Shit. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t get so sassy right now.

Where did you even get that statistic from? Did you make it up?