the frisky
One minute, I’m minding my own business, eating kale and looking at babes or whatever and the next, I’m being fat-shamed by a wardrobe assistant on the set of a Dove commercial that I somehow ended up getting cast in.
black hair
When is praise not really praise? Here's a hint: When you're a white man reminiscing about the good old days, when black people wore Afros. Yeah...no.
campaigns
On the average day, you would find me scouring Lexis-Nexis databases of old newspaper articles, searching for a candidate’s name in combination with keywords such as “supremacist,” “rape,” “drunk,” or “insider trading.”