Here’s the scenario: you’re sitting on your bed in your least favorite, ugly ass pajamas. You have no desire to actually write or create (you know, what you thought was your whole purpose in life), opting instead to feel like shit about your lack of productivity. You scroll through your Facebook feed, feeling like garbage made sentient as you watch your peers succeed in life and be passionate about various things and go on dates and shit.
I don’t remember what we were talking about, or how we got around to the topic. I don’t remember how I ended up pulling out my phone, or what prompted me to start reading internet comments aloud, my voice getting faster and faster as my repulsion grew. Continue reading “Why I Blog About Race”