when i was a young millennial who was struggling with my sexuality,
i needed to hear “good luck, babe!” by chappell roan.

i heard it recently and it was like finding a lifeline.
she’s singing a Foxhole anthem of our young,
gay,
and dealing with the confused in love and lust.
the song tells the story of a lesbian who falls for another girl,
but that girl’s pretending to be straight.
“good luck, babe!” is chappell’s way of saying:

“You can’t suppress who you really are but I hope it all works out with the straights!
You’ll always fantasize about me but I hope things work out in your dead end relationship with home girl!”

with that gem of comfort and acceptance,
and because music is a solace for many of us during the good and bad,
i have to ask…

when “the boy is mine” dropped in 98,
with brandy and monica belting out their soulful rivalry,
it was more than just a song.
it was a cultural moment.
the ultimate for young millennials.
i still remember Mum surprising me with the maxi single.

unforgettable.

I’ll also never forget her apartment flooding just as Brandy was hosting MTV for the weekend,
promoting her new album and “I Still Know What You Did Last Summer.”

chaotic….
but what a year.
brandy and monica’s sophmore albums still hold a special place in my heart.

ariana grande is trying to capture that magic in her “yes, and?” era,
but nothing’s landing quite right.
even her duet with mariah failed to make waves but only a cute splash.
she tried re-doing “the boy is mine”,
but not like the OG,
but adding brandy and monica to the remix…

if you ask any mariah stan,
they’ll tell you “rainbow” is her worst album.
if you ask me…

i saw “act ii: cowboy carter” leaked yesterday and i told myself:

“DON’T JAMARI!
CHILL!”

i was laying in bed,
while recovering from bad allergies when i saw it all over twitter.
i am proud of myself for waiting until the actual release to listen.
so my thoughts…

We barely appreciate Mariah and all the other legends.

i keep saying and fonting that people don’t appreciate you until you gone.
until you say “fuck you, don’t talk to me anymore, goodbye“.
folks get the message either through death,
when they see your ass glo’d up in “new me; who dis?”,
or you not fuckin’ with them anymore because of being taken for granted.

“OMG!
______ was so amazing and I miss them so much!”

tell us how you fucked up and lost a good thing without telling us.
so when i see shit like this…

I called it.
I knew it.
I felt it.
I heard it.

i had a feeling bey was dropping new music.
she wasn’t walking around here like dolly parton.
i knew before her iconic verizon commercial during the superbowl:

pause: i love love LOVE this commercial.
i love when bey shows us her personality.
well after usher’s concert,
bey was like it’s my turn and she broke the superbowl cause…