Bad and Boujee

2017 was a disorienting year. Looking back feels like remembering a fever dream — all the details sort of blur together, washing in and out of your mind’s eye, leaving you with little of anything except a weird feeling of ...

On a sunny Saturday afternoon in late August, while waiting for my clothes to finish drying  in the stuffy Thomas Hall laundry room, I heard Migos’s last single of 2016 for the first time. And I almost cried. Gasping in ...