Maybe it’s just me, but I’ve always felt like Big K.R.I.T. doesn’t get enough shine. The Mississippi emcee has spent years crafting a sound that feels deeply rooted in Southern rap tradition while still reaching toward something cosmic and personal. His music carries the spirit of the Dungeon Family: soulful, reflective, heavy on live-feeling instrumentation, but filtered through K.R.I.T.’s own country storytelling and trunk-rattling perspective. His beats feel like they’re

Drake definitely missed his mark on this one, and somebody in his camp needs to tell him to lose the chip on his shoulder. Across the three albums he dropped overnight, it feels like he’s stuck in a cycle of bitterness, flexing, and emotional misfires in an era where most people can barely afford gas and need something to genuinely vibe to. Kendrick really might’ve knocked Drizzy off balance. At one point, Drake felt semi-relatable. Even when he was at his most arrogant, ther

Kevin Hart is one of comedy’s brightest stars, with one of the most inspiring meteoric rises in entertainment. He’s undeniably gifted and has consistently pushed comedy forward with his energetic, relatable brand of humor. But while watching Netflix’s roast honoring him Sunday night, something didn’t sit right with me. I tried to push through it because I love roasts. I’ve been watching them since I was a teenager. I believe deeply in freedom of speech, and in many ways, I co

Relationships used to belong to the people in them. Now they’re often played out in online arguments that become posts. It increasingly seems to me that we live in a fast food society and dating is no exception. Breakups become content, and strangers become judges. That isn’t transparency. It’s performance. We see this often and it is nothing new but the current breakup between Megan Thee Stallion and Klay Thompson is another example of why we should really examine the import