Was this post a result of an insensitive comment thrown in my direction by another woman who felt the need to share her very unsolicited opinions about my hair to me? Perhaps. Opinions. Ain't. Facts. I cannot stress this enough, party people. Furthermore: 1. The fact that you don't care for my afro? Means nothing. …
Johnnyswim
Just officially declaring my musical love for Johnnyswim, a new husband and wife music duo that I discovered one morning on VH1 while getting ready for work. (Could by why I'm perpetually late every morning.) Abner Ramirez and Amanda Sudano sing the most heavenly harmonies, my goodness, both armed with powerful voices that will immediately make themselves at home …
Belle (Movie Review #1)
Saw the wonderful, thought-provoking film Belle last night. I'm a sucker for a historical film, and this was based on the true story of Dido Elizabeth Belle, a biracial woman who was noted for being brought up as a free woman, especially at a time when the British slave trade was a significant part of that economy. …
Balaenoptera (i’m speechless)
“i was reborn when i was broken…”
As promised. Yesterday, when I heard the opening lyric of my boyfriend's masterful song, "Lifetime," I was immediately reminded of a conversation I had with Laura. Essentially, we discussed how pathos inspires our fiction. Creation comes from chaos. And to be honest, to paraphrase my boyfriend, some of my best work has come from being/feeling broken. Don't …
A Tease.
The inspiration behind tomorrow's post. He's mine, by the way. In case you were wondering. Miiiine. Ahem. Back to maturity.
Hair Lessons and Hair Love.
We'll go with the love first. Naturally. So I rocked Senegalese twists for the past month and a half. 'Twas a great protective style, but the feeling of taking them out and finally getting to place my hands into my scalp was divine. Since a deep--and I mean deeeep--conditioning was necessary, I headed to the …
kiss me like you mean it. (no, please don’t.)
When I arrived, I wanted to kiss the ground. Yet, I refrained. Possible hepatitis by way of the ground, even the French kind, is still hepatitis. Anyway. Other places I wanted to kiss, but didn't, because my rabid love of Paris didn't mean I was crazy: I wanted to kiss the triangle things at The …
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belt it up, belt it up, watch it…fall down?
Hi, my name is This Square Peg, and I love wearing belts. I will wear a belt whenever I can: with a dress, over a cardigan/blouse, over a sweater. Oh, and I never want to see that word again, by the way. Sweater. After this insane winter, I want to drown in spring and summer for …
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things I currently need…
This Square Peg. 