Fun fact about This Square Peg: I'm a shameless, sincere, straight up goofball. I jazz hand, I make silly faces, I tell/laugh at dumb jokes, I opera sing in the grocery store, I dance like a weirdo. And I have no qualms about any of these things. Being serious is a thing. Being not serious [...]
As seen on the Twitter, tweeted by Reese Witherspoon, retweeted by Ava Duvernay, and infinitely loved by me and all fall lovers out there. Happy Saturday, y'all. Get lit.
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Who are the scientists or hairologists that create the gel for those of us with edges that have temperamental minds of their own? They need to work harder. Because people like me with edges like me laugh at these gels, these silly things that do absolutely nothing to tame these rebellious follicles that rest on [...]
I've become a professional wrestler. It's the only way to explain why my bed looks like this when I wake up. I snapped this photo a day ago, moments after arising from my slumber (ah, poetry) and gazing at my bed in crusty-eyed shock. Had I participated in a dance competition in my sleep? Had [...]
Been a while since you resurrected this feature, huh? Well, I wanted to give you a break since you’re always so pleased when we do it. By now, though: don’t your readers enough about you? Nah, we haven’t even touched the tip of that iceberg. Fine, fine. What’s going on with you? Are you eating [...]
What would happen, perchance to dream: Scene: after a premiere that I've somehow been invited to, during a meet-and-greet. Lupita: Hello, [Government Name]. It's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you so much for your support. Me: Your elegance, talent, and grace are inspiriring, Ms. Nyong'o. Lupita: Oh, please call me Lupita. And thank you [...]
This is a story about peer pressure. Plain and simple. Last night, I pulled up to a stoplight and commenced with my usual voyeuristic observing of the cars and drivers around me. To my right was a guy in an SUV. The first thing I noticed was what appeared to be tears cascading down his [...]
...in other words, what I'd like to do to commemorate my last day here at the OK Corral. Since my adolescent gym teachers shamed me for my inability to tumble, therefore ripping that desire out of me for the rest of my days, here's this instead. Happy last day to me! And happy Wednesday to [...]
Thanks to the African juices/genetics (thanks, Daddy and Ma), I have somewhat youthful features. When I was a teenager, I looked younger. When I was in my mid-20s, a woman at a hair salon once asked me if I was excited about Homecoming. Her shock when I explained that I was 26 years old--and not 15, [...]