Sarah Gladstone

Yesterday morning, I was shaken by the 6.0 magnitude earthquake that struck the Bay Area.

When it comes to baby animals, oohing and ahhing and squeeeing around them (baby bunny . . . squeee!) is usually the way to go.

Please stop referring to me as being “alone” when I am clearly walking in a group, simply because I am not attached to a man.

Losers rule, popular kids drool. In the long run at least.

The internet is weird and gross and hilarious and helpful.

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

All I heard was “positive."

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

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.”

Hey GOP, you can't capture millennial votes with silly stereotypes. You'll have to be more creative than that.