Sarah Gladstone

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.”

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

The 21st century is a full blown teenager now.

New moms do their best to bring their babies up in a care-free bubble that blissfully floats above the sick, sad world the rest of us live in.

The success of the Oscars relies on the efforts of many key people.

We’ve come a long way since the duo-chromatic days of black and white TV.

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.”

The internet is weird and gross and hilarious and helpful.

Dear BFFLs:

Being an "Angry Black Woman" is a catch-22: the more you fight the label, the more people want to stamp you with an ABW crimson mark