Sarah Gladstone

Hot vanilla. Sweet vanilla woman. Break me off a piece of that vanilla girl! Nope. Nobody says that.

In case you didn’t know, Neville Longbottom is allllll grown up.

As Americans we have fallen prey to a particular "look" —namely white and thin—and suffer from an inability to shatter it. The result? A backhanded compliment of the hybrid variety: “You’re pretty . . . for a black girl.”

For the sake of all that is sacred, I will henceforth become a dependable person. Or at least I will try.

Sure, poop capsules sound gross—but they could represent a significant medical industry breakthrough.

This is the funniest movie about abortion that you will probably ever see.

Fetishizing women of color isn't a compliment. It's just another form of objectification.

Women who want to wear their hair natural must choose: protect your curls or protect your country. Because apparently, you can’t have it both ways.

The 21st century is a full blown teenager now.

The acknowledgment of Lupita’s elegance begins a process to alleviate any future need to add "for a . . . " to the end of “You’re beautiful.”