The WNBA’s superstar's story and the new ad for her signature shoe reveal how much the world still needs to make room for Black girls’ joy and brilliance and power. A'ja Wilson of the Las Vegas Aces prepares for a free throw against the Phoenix Mercury on May 6, 2025. David Becker / NBAE via Getty Images May. 8, 2025, 8:22 PM EDT By Kyra D. Gaunt Black girls’ musical play — embodied percussion passed down through generations — is rarely seen as sport. But it is.
With her latest visual album, Beyoncé is out to free pop culture from its patriarchy. Kyra Gaunt, Ph.D 5 min read May 12, 2016 I cannot lie. I have never called myself a Beyoncé fan. I’m not a member of the BeyHive. I’ve never purchased any of her music, and in the past I have declined invitations to write about Queen Bey. But after experiencing the tour de force of Beyoncé’s 60-minute visual album, I drank her Lemonade. Gif from opening scene of Beyoncé's "Hold Up" video (