I tell myself I’m not a Halloween person, and yet every September I find myself impatiently waiting for October. The world is getting moodier, and usually so am I. With the dying leaves comes bursts of color and the innate urge to be festive af. And I am not immune to this festivity.
The Other Black Girl by Zakiya Dalila Harris is self-described as Get Out meets The Devil Wears Prada. Given that, I got my hands on a copy as soon as humanly possible. There’s no way I was missing out on one of the best movies I’ve ever seen clashing with one of my favorite chick…
Kelliemarie Mash 