This album is a celebration of the marriage of privilege and intellectual movement that a lot of black women—particularly Southern, Christian black women of this mold, which I am also a part of—do not have access to and are not allowed to attain.
As new age-y as it sounds, I worked to become the person that I wanted to be and leaving feels a little bit like pulling a thread on an artfully woven sweater—why ruin a perfectly good, well-crafted thing?
After many years as a seasonal employee, I've developed a keen sense of what actually constitutes good manners while shopping. You probably don't have them. You're rude and annoying and you probably don’t even know it.
On television, in movies, in books and now with my dolls, black girls were always having to overcome crazy amounts of adversity with a quick wit and an even temper. These fictitious black girls seemed to be models of perfection without the requisite vulnerability to make them human.
I wonder why skinny girls stuff their faces at Chipotle and still get to be skinny (yes, “get to be,” because skinny equals privilege in our world) and I count my 1,500 cals every day while being denied that privilege that the weight loss industry says should come from doing so.