This is not a drill. 

Not to be that person, but the same day it was announced that all seasons of Living Single would begin streaming on Hulu starting January 11, the sun started shining and the temperature in New York rose by like 15 degrees. Coincidence? I think not.

Living Single is one of the first shows I saw as a child (despite this NOT being a children's show), that shaped my idea of adulthood (it was also the inspiration behind Friends.) Khadijah was an editor at her own magazine—hello, journalism major here—and had 3 girlfriends who were colorful, funny, and fully formed women. They always gathered in their Brooklyn apartment (also, hi, me) to laugh, cry, and commiserate about life as ambitious single black women in one of the most hectic cities in the world.

I will be planted to my couch watching as many episodes as I can fit into my weekend, but until then, here are a few reasons why Living Single is one of the greatest shows ever made, if you don't know already.

1. These Women Were Real Friends

Even when they were annoyed with each other (Regine and Maxine, in particular) you always knew they had love for each other, no matter what.

2. Regine's Ultimate Doing the Most-ness

If there was ever a character that taught me it was okay to be as over-the-top as I wanted to be, it was Regine. Outfits? Impeccable. Bougie-ness? On one hundred.

3. My First Feminist Inspiration

Maxine Shaw was a tough as hell lawyer who could dish out sarcasm and wit rapid-fire. I remember seeing her take Kyle down (more on him in a bit) with just a few words thinking, "this—this is what I need to learn how to do to men."

4. The Love-Hate Relationship Between Kyle & Maxine

I loved the chemistry between Maxine and Kyle. They never held back from a good roast session and they both had tough enough skin to take it. It was their fictional relationship that taught me how to deal with having a crush—by completely insulting them at every chance.

5. Speaking of Love...

And when they finally admitted they liked each other, ugh, so good. I was too young to fully understand, but I understood, if you know what I mean.

6. Okay, Here's Some More Love

I totally shipped Synclaire and Overton before I knew what it meant to ship anything. These two were completely fine with each other's weird quirks. In fact, they loved each other's weird quirks. With them, love didn't have to be serious, and it made a little me hopeful that I would actually find my own weird, loveable Obie.

7. Yeah, Definitely the Love

I actually forgot how much they got it on on this show. I mean, I'm all for some good lovin', especially when the people look like me. I'm also here for the fact that Khadijah, Queen Latifah's character, got just as much action as the other characters even though she was a plus-sized, tom-boyish character. Skinny, blonde rom-com girls aren't the only ones who have romances, ya' know.

It all starts starts with a step

While I don’t have proper cable television, I was able to see some highlights from last night's Golden Globes thanks to the internet’s quick turnaround time. And by some highlights, I specifically mean Oprah’s acceptance speech as the first black woman to win a Cecil B. DeMille Lifetime Achievement Award. Y’all, today, I woke up reinvigorated, rejuvenated, and revived knowing that I exist in the same time space dimension as this woman. As a lot of women, actually. You, even!

"It almost makes it feel like what I’ve done so far is pointless in comparison to what I have left to do. How can I celebrate taking one step when there are 50 million more to go, right?"

While there are days where the best thing I accomplish is inventing a new way to wear this fur jacket again so I can validate my purchasing it on a whim, I know there are many more days to come where I will actually accomplish something that I can be proud of—not that I’m not proud of this outfit. I absolutely am. Any time I can mix leopard print and stripes, I’m counting it as a win.

As of right now, all I’ve done is taken a step. A single step in that direction of something I hope to achieve, but knowing that there are so many more steps to go is pretty damn daunting. It almost makes it feel like what I’ve done so far is pointless in comparison to what I have left to do. How can I celebrate taking one step when there are 50 million more to go, right? This kind of thinking usually leaves me feeling completely unmotivated, and I’m trying to shut it down. I don’t need that kind of negativity in my life.

What I do need, though, is to remember that a step is still a step is still a step. I am closer to what I want than I was yesterday, and with every slow, scared, shaky step, I’m only getting closer. We’re only getting closer.

Good riddance, sayonara, see you never, sucker.

This year is almost over, and amen to that! I don't think I've ever been so grateful for a year to be on its way out. I've always liked the "fresh start" a new year brings, but this, this is a whole new feeling I'm feeling. It's almost, like, I don't know, I've finally exhaled after holding my breath for months and months and months.

"Truth be told, I had some really amazing experiences this year, but not without equally miserable ones."

I guess this is what people call relief? Yes, relief is it. That's exactly how I feel about 2017 ending. Every year has its up and downs (can you even imagine a year being completely perfect?), so I'm not so spoiled to think that this one was supposed to be completely perfect. Truth be told, I had some really amazing experiences this year, but not without equally miserable ones.

I've said it before, and I'll say it one last time: this year was exactly what it needed to be. Nothing more, nothing less. Now, I'm just ready to wash my hands clean of it and dance, dance, dance into 2018. Who's putting their party pants on with me?

In all seriousness, let's get moving 

As far as I’m concerned, 2017 is over, and let’s have a gosh dang toast to to that. In a few words, this year has served its purpose. Every good thing (plenty of those) and every bad thing (plenty of those, too) that was supposed to happen, happened. I learned my lessons, grasped at my opportunities, and made my peace with it all. So yeah, let’s wrap it up 2017—2018 has some work to do.

"Despite the non-warning, though, I think I’ve done a pretty good job handling the knock downs, epiphanies, and “oh-hell-no” moments of this year..."

Obviously time is a social construct, and if I truly wanted I could get on with 2018’s work now, but to be honest, I just want to coast out of 2017. Take it easy, breathe a little. See, I’m just a bit exhausted from the year I’ve had. Growing as a human being is hard! Why did no one tell us this?*

Despite the non-warning, though, I think I’ve done a pretty good job handling the knock downs, epiphanies, and “oh-hell-no” moments of this year, and I’m sure you have too—let’s have another gosh dang toast to that sister girl!

*Author’s note: I’m positive my mom told me this.

There's some good s#!t in here

Full disclosure, I've spent the past week doing two things: stressing and complaining. First, I was stressed. Then I complained about that stress. It turned into a cycle of one feeding the other until they both morphed into some megamonster of miserableness. If you talked to me at all last week, I apologize because there's a chance I gave you second hand anxiety. But that is not how I choose to live my life this week—you're welcome world.
Turn and face the strange

On occasion, I like to think of myself in very scientific terms. For example,  there are days I don't see myself as a person—more like some organism that's shape-shifting and adapting through its natural life cycle where everything that happens to it is a part of the evolutionary process. Wow, this got super sci-fi super fast (Note: I've been watching Stranger Things.)

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