Aja Barber

“She did and does not present herself as a Mother in America. That performance was nothing but skanky weird. Get over yourself.” Signed, jerk on the Internet.

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

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.

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

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

I am shocked, perplexed and a little bit dismayed over the amount of “good liberals” who have pushed my friendship to the point of no return over the term “white feminism." As a matter of fact, I would go so far as to say the cries over white feminism vs. intersectional feminism is the new #BlackLivesMatter vs #AllLivesMatter. You might not see it that way now but you will by next year. Trust me. I’ve been through this before and damn, am I tired.

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

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

The entertainment industry allows abuse to flourish and allows abusers to hide behind fancy titles and big credits.

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