Adiba Nelson

Give me a minute please. I’m a little busy trying to decide if I should throw something, burn something, take my eyes out and dip them in bleach after reading that shit, have a woosa moment, or just. fucking. drink.

Remember how I told you about the nasty little trolligans (trolls + hooligans = trolligans) that felt the need to show their racist behinds in response to a picture of Aamito Stacie Lagum, a Black model, modeling MAC’s new lipstick? And I slightly hinted at the Instagram clapback on the MAC photo feed. Well, what I didn’t tell you is that there’s an Instagram clapback, and then there’s a BLACK Instagram clapback. The two are worlds apart, and baby I promise you, you have seen nothing until you’ve seen a Black Insta-clapback.

I would break girl code. And if you love me, I hope you would do it for me too.

Shit. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t get so sassy right now.

I don't love this. I don't love any part of it. I don't love the fact that a life is in my hands every moment of every day.

The universe always knows, and so what it does in all its lovely knowing, is it clears a path for you. When the universe sees that things have reached the point where they stand to steer you off your path, it will clear a way for you to continue moving onward and upward.

Where did you even get that statistic from? Did you make it up?

Nicely done, MAC. Nicely done.

They basically gave the Oscars the middle finger.

“Why would you do that? You have a daughter. Why would you put yourself in that position?”