Alyson
I am in the process of watching friends shed their organic, sophomore skin and work themselves into calloused juniors. I, too, am a junior, but I think I somehow managed to get left behind on the planet “lol, just doin’ me.” Like in Martian, except I am a metion. Read More »
Steffany
Kelis made pocketbooks out of throwback jerseys, and had wild hair long before Tumblr was inundated with pictures of Black girls with a range of curl patterns and hair colors. She embodied this alternative black girl rebellion, and that resonated with me in a way riot grrrl never could. Read More »