Aja Barber

I watched again and again, as reporters asked President Trump news related questions, and repeatedly rephrased their questions, in hopes of receiving anything close to a credible answer. As he continued to discredit the press by telling them their questions weren’t “nice,” I felt more and more as if I was living in some bizarro universe where the President is actually a huge baby.

I refuse to write some sort of inane rubbish about how sweatshirts are the new sweatshirt.

Whenever Lena Dunham starts trending on Facebook or Twitter, it’s become this thing where I suddenly morph into Angry Tyra.

Aja Barber gives us her first-hand account of the Women's March — the good, the bad, and the ugly.

When I help people clean out their wardrobes, the items I come across that hang in the back closet never seeing the light of day are usually pieces purchased in a frenzy — out of necessity instead of joy.

“I love my husband President Barack Obama and our children, Sasha and Malia,” ”

Warning: The author reminisces a lot in this piece and comes to conclusion that she has probably kept an unhealthy amount of clothing from high

How does one advertisement go so magnificently wrong, managing to center whiteness in the story of the battles of marginalized people, while playing down the horrific effects of police brutality and concluding in a white savior grand finale?

Have we all been problematic in the past? Oh hell yes. I know I have.

Hiiiiii people! These issues aren’t going away. And neither am I. So scroll on by if it bothers you.