Please, everyone knows I get the last french fry. It’s what to PUT on the shared french fries that gets us. Every spritz of malt vinegar he puts on is another 1% of community property I get in the divorce.

We don’t need your “AS A WHITE PERSON, I LOVE THIS” bullshit. You love it because you are a person, because you connected with the work on a emotional level, because you found you relevant to your personal experience, not because of your fetishization of black female beauty.

I have yet to see one that doesn't.

I’m talking about all the people who say, “I know I’m a white lady so this isn’t for me, but I’m gonna say a million self-indulgent things about it anyway so I can feel good about myself”. Nobody cares about that shit. I do care about people who have interesting things to say about the art.

Her whiteness distracts from the real focus which is Lemonade. The white guilt business is played out. Also, appreciation of Black (and other non-white) beauty predates Bey.

Disclaimers are meaningless when the person acts contrary to them. One can simply enjoy something without making it all about what (surface) they are rather than who (depth):

You’re so proud of yourself as a lens. Learn this term: isogesis.

Congratulations on your white approval...

My reaction to that song was “Of course Bey does country better than most country singers.”

Stuff I don’t want to hear anymore: