THIRTY-CROWN

Let me be honest, when you kill a girls dream, you really do. When you kill a girls passion, that is when you create, the fatale. I have been in the loop, sort of; a loop of non-stop, unadulterated- consumerism. There really is nothing else, that exists outside of this space. [Except buying poor kids, from India their lunch bags, and back to school supplies.] It sounds classist, because it is, and I, personally do not fit the narrative, I am... striving, to become better. Better than enablement, disempowerment and just low down- dirty hatred. I want to talk about this, and I will but for now, Naomi Campbell. The Supermodel, has been put to not just be the 'face' of a brand, but ultimately the model of a brand too. Why corporations listen to models, is beyond me. I love that some of them, are gorgeous, ambitious, and want to be "more than" just a pretty face, but sometimes, no seriously, sometimes, that is all the world wants, matter of fact, needs, you to be. Collectively, women need to be okay with that. As an entire movement.

I want to speak about fashion, just a little, because that is all that I think about while living Downtown, that and "Hell-ven". Can you imagine that I am still, 30 and speaking, in code, on the internet. Such is the life you lead, when you live among, immature, robbing thieves. I never spoke about it, but because I spoke about it in real life, I will address it now. I got shot. Like bang, bang, real life, right in my Barbie-breast chest. Twice.

It's not what you are, it's who you're becoming