Aja Barber

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

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

In 2015, to be a woman (and a black woman at that) among the general public means having to keep your defenses up.

In fashion, the mantra is “never say never.” Never claim that you’ll never wear it, because that's the easiest way to end up eating your words, prancing about in a style you once referred to as “unsuitable.”

Can women have it all? Just kidding! I hate that question!

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I've been really trying to think about every purchase I make and its overall impact on the world. However, I recently broke code and indulged in the Marimekko for Target collection.

I may not be thrilled to vote for her, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let the misogyny and toxic masculinity we fight so hard against control the campaign narrative of the first major woman presidential candidate.

There are so few people in this world who can bring very many strong, stoic people to their knees in the hour of death.

If gentrification bothers you, the first thing you have to ask yourself is “Am I part of the problem?” The world is better when it’s more diverse