I love stumbling across a song and realizing it's been sampled in a different song that I already love. It feels like scratching an itch you didn't know you had. It feels like discovering a crush.

It's weird how it hasn't occurred to them that they're awful and making her miserable. Using her as a proxy for the imaginary NBA race war going on in their heads.

She probably just wants to ball.

Karen Allen! Remember when white women stars had thin lips and bright eyes?

Thank you! As soon as questlove deigned to express his “appreciation,” I was rolling my eyes. Last spring he was acting like a disappointed, generational scold.

I guess Hip-hop isn’t “truly dead…” after all?

He can’t have any friends, like… He just can’t.

I tell everyone who asks. The blurring balm and skin tint serum.

It is a truly fascinating rabbit-hole you've stumbled upon and I wish you well on your journey. Curious to see what you'll think on the other side.

I grew up reading Givhan’s column in the Post’s Style section. Her writing really helped me get over the idea that loving clothing was frivolous.

It is the only way to do volume for small caterers. But also, just better.

All day every day. I thought I was normal until I was comparing Spotify stats on a cousins’ vacation.