Talk your sh*t! (On the sexiness of confidence)
I'm not with that faux humility nonsense. Never been. Hopefully, never will be. I have listened to Jay-Z quite a lot this year. I believe at this point, I must have gone through about 4 years of his discography, and although I never really had an opinion (and largely prefer not to have one on people's choice of partners), I just want to say, Beyoncé, girrrl, I completely and fully understand (I find his voice extremely soothing too). What started out as an attempt to escape songs that might involve love and its derivatives turned into genuine excitement about listening to his music. My gait was different every time I had him in my ears. It was much appreciated, especially because I needed my mind fortified with some sprinkles of positive arrogance as I took my exams. Of course, he does not get all the credit for that. I get some of it, too, but he helped a little. Some months ago, there was a viral clip of Timothee Chalamet on a press tour for his movie, Marty Supreme. He was t...