Donald Trump, President of the United States, because he is so germ-phobic that I could pee in a glass, tell him it’s apple juice, and that using a squeeze bottle with a pointy tip to squirt some up his butt is the height of healthy sexual pleasure. And, of course, he would accept because I am a black woman from Haiti, and, in response to his shithole comments, he is quoted as saying, “I want them to come in from Read More…

It’s Black History Month, and sellers everywhere in America are trying to promote their products with the spirit behind the celebration—just like me with my black jagua tattoos kits. But I just want to point out that some people should refrain from attempting to burnish their image by associating themselves with Black people and The Month. For example, Ivanka Trump tweeted the following on February 1st: “During #BlackHistoryMonth, we celebrate heroes like Harriet Tubman, Rosa Parks and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. who Read More…

In light of the better-late-than-never conversations I’ve been having with male feminist friends (my husband included) about discussions here and abroad on routinely accepted male behavior toward women, I have one piece of advice for you guys at this moment in time: practice silence. Take the time (a long time) to listen to what women have to say on the subject before jumping in with all your knee-jerk responses: a) The eventual backlash will be fierce b) Some woman will Read More…

 On a recent trip to Paris, I had the good fortune to visit the Fondation Louis Vuitton (FLV), which describes itself as “a private cultural initiative”. In essence, it is a private museum housed in a dynamic and formidable Frank Gehry construction apparently inspired by an ice glacier. (Mission accomplished!) FLV is currently hosting an awe-inspiring exhibition of contemporary African art titled Art/Afrique, Le Nouvel Atelier or Art/Africa, The New Atelier. This exhibit is a destination point affair; in other words, Read More…

As Valentine’s Day approaches, our minds turn to love. For some of us that means What am I going to get him for Valentine’s Day? For others, it’s I wonder if he’s going to remember to get me something? Me? This year I’ve been thinking about love in Haiti, where I come from, the land of Vodou (aka Voodoo). Did you just get a chill up your spine at the mention of the word? Like maybe someone sticking pins in dolls? Just to Read More…