Moms have thoughts about the convenient fast food and coffeehouse service that allows people to stay in their cars whilst purchasing unhealthy, edible indulgences (unless you’re at CVS picking up a prescription, which is a different kind of indulgence). The drive-thru is its own luxury, but most people hate a love/hate relationship with the process itself.
Perhaps I should have assumed, then, that if movies starring black actors are tagged “African American Movies” at the same time they’re tagged “Thriller” or “Family Drama,” watching a few would yield a new slew of recommended picks with more racial diversity. I could have even seen that as a good thing, giving me more of what I want.
I was ready to go off on a rant about that this morning, and then Tyson had to open his mouth and leave me completely deflated. An interview was published that just left me muttering, “Why, Neil, why?”.
He’s going to double down on his claim that species with painful sex would go extinct, by making the goal posts dance.
The word bothers me most, I’ve since decided, because it presumes that the speaker’s experiences and tastes are common and normative. “Relatable” is in the eye of the beholder, but its very nature is to represent itself as universal. It’s shorthand that masquerades as description. Without knowing why you find something “relatable,” I know nothing about either you or it.