Fenty Beauty: A revolution 

FentyBeauty. Rihanna’s impressive makeup line hit the beauty world and things haven’t been the same since. Girl, Rihanna is not playing around. With her immersive range of 40 shades (not just catering to the average caucasian which the beauty industry uses regularly) Rihanna has stepped out to fit every shade, tone and depth. FentyBeauty is not only affordable but it is DIVERSE. 

With two years in production, the line has been thoroughly researched and thought out. The longevity of the products for the price it has been given, is truly a head turner. From the million reviews of the products I have watched (mine are still in the process of being shipped to me) I can see that there is a reason for the hype. Not just due to the brand name but due to the inclusiveness of darker skin tones (also including women of faith i.e in a headscarf within her promotional video was a nod in my direction) Having this be a major leap within the beauty industry (a shame since we are in the big 2017) competitors are shaking and rethinking marketing strategies.
Since FentyBeauty has been released in store and online simultaneously (in 17 countries!) there has been a crazy rush and hype to try and buy. This being the case, Rihanna had already anticipated the success of her line and ensured full stock of her products. Meaning no crappy “Out of stock” messages appearing or “Not shipped to your country.” Having such a wide range of shades, 13 of FentyBeautys darkest shades have started to sell out. This is a kick in the face of every other Cosmetic company marketing only to the fairer complexion. Thirteen of the darkest shades! Truly a revolution has started with various makeup lines frantically trying to include darker women of colour because they have seen there is money and success, and they want in. 

Rihanna. A visionary. An icon.

Let’s wait and see what her spring collection has instore. It is only the start of a remarkable line but oh boy i can’t wait for  what crazy out of the ordinary concepts she has up her sleeve. 


to take accountability 

yet it is true in the year of the big 2017, holding men accountable of their actions is as equivalent as teaching pythagoras thereom to an infant. When a woman makes a rape allegation, why do we avoid and jump over hoops for the perpetrator. (Yes, spare me the ‘some men are raped too segment  for now) the onus is always on the woman.  “why was she wearing such clothes which would give u illicit thoughts, who told her to drink and be social,(the same a man would do)? Who told her to make eye contact with any male figure? ” How ridiculous do these sound. Yet the man is the strong and trusted, mostly with the last word. Then why is accountability never a second sense. Even in abusive relationships, the underlying question which always surfaces time and time again; Why didn’t she just leave him? She should have stayed and worked things out. Why did she chose him. Tell me in which situation does the accountability compass point to the man? If you’re a man reading this, thinking it’s a load of drivel, then go out and talk to your female friends. Ask them instead of talking off your face about yourself. If you don’t understand this narrative or can’t fixate your head around this notion, maybe take a step back and actually listen to a women’s perspective. Everything we see in this day and age is a male experience or insight. Next time you read an article, see who edited and wrote it. Was it a man called Tom ( White male privilege piece, can’t wait to see what that’s about) Or next time you switch to Netflix and load up a move, who is the director? Oh watching another Steven Spielberg directed movie? Asshole. Listen, read, gauge up something from a woman’s perspective as opposed to seeing her as a vessel for your friday night porn sessions. Take off that cloak of male privilege that you walk around in everyday, and appreciate (maybe that’s a far fetch for now) but try and understand why women are angry. Try and reflect on why the ‘men are trash’ movement is actually a thing. (yeah your interest might have just piqued right now, but this is prevalent in this day and age too) 

So let me leave you with this nugget for now. If you’re a woman who feels the same (drop me a comment) or a man who can’t quite understand (drop me a like, and read up on Simone Beaviour) 

 Freedom is the sense of no fear. Only when men are hold accountable and TAUGHT and IMPLEMENT to take accountability of their actions will woman be free. 

Em(n(o))tional Labour

We are told frequently that women are more intuitive, more empathetic, more innately willing and able to offer succor and advice. How convenient that this cultural construct gives men an excuse to be emotionally lazy. How convenient that it casts feelings-based work as “an internal need, an aspiration, supposedly coming from the depths of our female character.



“there will be fear. a lot of it. there will be triumph. a lot of it. there will be constellations you want to reach for but can’t put your finger on. you will trace them like the scars on your body you got from trouble and the times of your life. you will take the long way to get to these Orions. the long way will become a theme in your life, but a journey you learn to love.
you will dive head first without looking into phases that you are certain of who you are.
at the time, you are searching. seeking in every corner and pocket of the world for who you are. take your time, baby girl. there’s no rush to get there. you will sow each of these chapters in the land that you become. you will see bits and pieces of them scattered into the skin you grow into. you don’t have to figure everything out now. time will reveal itself. i promise you.
sometimes you push these phases to the max, and when you go out into the world feeling confident in who you are and what you reflect, young folks will call you names and grown folks will call you names. It’s ok. one day you will name yourself, and that name will belong to you. it will not be the ones they ordained: “crazy, ugly, attention-seeking, weirdo.”
i really hate to tell you this, but sometimes you will still get called these things as an adult, except you will actually embrace some of them. you will learn that these are just words. words that only have power if you choose to give them power. every once in a while they will hurt, but you will choose to turn those words into a symbol of beauty.
speaking of words. they might just be your first love. sometimes you can write for hours, just you and the words on the pages. they make you feel understood, even if it’s just you that you’re talking to.
trust in these words, even when you’re feeling wildly insecure. hold on to your journals. cherish them. put them somewhere safe so that they may become a guide for you later, a revealer and a friend.
the lucky stars have been good to you, and there’s a long list of things you’d like to give gratitude to them for………..
because you have your mama’s blood, you are fiercely independent and outgoing. you’ve been starting petitions, building tree houses, and starting clubs since as long as you can remember.
sometimes in the midst of juggling all this, you put a lot of pressure on yourself and often crash and burn. you shut down. you go into your room, lock the door, put on music, and you do not move for 8 hours straight. it will feel like the heaviest and bleakest darkness you can possibly feel, and when you ask everyone to leave you alone and let you be, what you really want to say is “i want you here” and “i need help.”
sometimes it is ok to say just that. it won’t make you less strong or less powerful. no one you love will criticize you or blame you; in fact, they will lift you up.
seventeen will be the hardest year of your life. it will grow you up almost immediately. you will lose your best friend whom you love so much to gun violence in a single moment, and give birth to a new one within a year.
you will be terrified, and it’s ok that you don’t know what the future holds. some people will count you out because of the decision you’ve made to bring another life into the world so young, but you made the decision out of love and will live with the decision in love.
soon enough you will learn how to love and how to exist with love in ways that you never knew. you will learn how to love yourself and how to empathize with and forgive those who may have taken a bit of that pure love away from you.
you have a long life ahead of you, and i’ll tell you it’s not gonna always be easy, but I can promise you it will be fruitful and with much purpose. all the bridges you’ve burned, you had to, so that you could rebuild them to become a stronger and more wonderful you.
there will be pain, there will be doubt there will be beauty, there will be the unknown. there will be so many moments of joy and delight that the whole universe will feel painted in hues of amber and wonder. there will be times you are so sad you can’t lift your head. and there will be times you are so happy that the sensation of life knocks you down. but most importantly, there will be you. a whole, whole lot of it. and you will feel good about who she is and who she is still becoming.”

-Solange Knowles

Oscars 2017 was a set up 

Oscars be set up 2017

They really thought La La Land was going to win

It’s that time of the year again. The prestigious award ceremony. Considering the backlash that the Academy has recieved last year with #Oscarssowhite #BoycottOscars it was refreshing and somewhat needed for a more diverse pool of nominees. 

With Viola Davies winning Best Actress, and Mahershala Ali winning best supporting actor it was a triumphant night for the minority. However the real drama unfolded when the best picture was announced. Or should I say wrongly announced then left to simmer until production had to intrude on stage four minutes after speeches were given on behalf of La La Land’s cast. 

To then say that the wrong name had been announced because one person couldn’t read a fucking name printed CLEARLY on a white card, baffles me. English is your first language, yet my man has the audacity to somewhat mix up the cards and make an assumption based on the best supporting actress and leave it to the white woman to announce. Yes. How very white supremist of you. 

This is what saddened me. Moonlight did not get the recognition and celelbratory applaud and standing ovation, because the award was handed down to them. Almost like a second rate prize. After the person wins first place, who really cares about the contestant in second place. They were denied their moment of triumph. Their five second of fame. They were given a round of tainted applause from the previous winner. “Oh so they won, okay let me carry on clapping.” From giving heartfelt acceptance speeches reflecting their work and dedication to a film up against the Hollywood moguls. For having to give a second speech, already engulfed in the words from their competitors and having to constantly acknowledge their work. Yet the grace and humility shown by the director of Moonlight, the way he phrased his words was in such a humble manner. He felt truly blessed because he didn’t think the Academy would acknowledge his work the way they do with mediocre white directors. That all said because if there was a show of disappointment in the handling of things, the media would be the first to label then as the ‘angry, black crew.’ That my friends is how the white supremist system works.

I would like to believe that the whole facade was a set up to undermine minority people, the way these institutions always do. 


Say it loud. Say it clear. Immigrants are welcome here. 

These are the words of protestors as they are breaking out across America, in disbelief and shock. Donald Trump, the insane businessman with no clear presidential vision is now the President of United States. It makes me sick to repeat this. The same man who is against immigration, believes in shock therapy for homosexuals, feels the precedenting need to build a damn wall and who is a rapist. Yes America, you have voted for a rapist. A man who uses the term “grab women by the p****” is the same man standing on the podium entering the white house. 

The people who feel at ease are superior white male/female figures. Donald Trump will cause them no harm. In fact he will make their lives easier. With a smaller tax for them, it’s happy days for them. Yet the ‘minority’ are feeling far from safe. There is a feeling of apprehension in the air. There is a new sense of fear and despair. There is the blatant racial divide and an eerie awareness of how racist America really is. The election results are a whitelash to Barack Obama. It is a whitelash from white privileged superiors. It is the pounding result of white supremacy.

There is also the scandals that have been left out to the public to chew. The rape “allegations” and remarks proving Americas newest president is also a sexual predator. With no regards to women, their rights, healthcare and abortion this man is set to undo all the work Obama has carried out. Equality is not in his agenda, and what makes me livid is that people would much rather vote for a misogynistic self-conceited man than a woman. America would much rather have a f***ing puppet with the brains of a fish than a woman who has a political background. America claim to have “The American Dream” but feel to vote for an empty headed man than a woman. It’s almost as if America doesn’t trust a woman, yet would rather see their president groping and objectifying a woman for his sexual desires. Considering Hillary is the (lesser) of two evils, I feel America has truly lost hope in many people. 

America will be great again? You sure? Cause last time I checked, the plural included women, muslims, transgender, hispanic, black and the LGBT community. 

America you need to check yourself, before trump wrecks yourselves.