...that moment when you see a Tweet and immediately want to tag your husband. And then realize he wrote it.

Jay-Z, Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life. I was walking to my job at The Source. I knew I wasn't gonna get a freebie copy cause I was too low on the masthead. 🙄

you. dodging a bullet.

I had to give up Diet Coke a while back. I miss it. This picture had me feeling things.

Don't Wake Me I'm Dreaming by Christopher Williams.

I randomly heard That's What Friends Are For today. I was only 12 when it dropped. Today, Elton John's vocals hit different. He was singing-singing on that joint. Like, welcome-to-the-cookout-singing.

Is it weird for not-actually-old Mandy Moore to act against actual older women?

Is it weird that I don't know which one is me and which one is my husband?

when was the natural hair movement? either way. big chop in 1993. [!!!] I went back to creamy crack almost thirty years later, in 2019. I'm rocking perm indefinitely.

Green Eyes. Erykah Badu.

The Cosby Show. Cliff finally gets the doorbell right and it turns into jazz music. Cliff and Clair walk off set and into the studio audience who is giving a standing ovation.

both.

The husband is talented. Hire him and he might roll up wearing hoochie shorts. Bonus!

Ex-Factor by Lauryn Hill.

You did the fucking thing. Again.

yo, the comments here are amazing.

Literally every album I came here to say--it's here.

He could read and write. Not sure where that came from…