shame

I bit into a pancake with chocolate and bananas while debating a friend-of-friend’s opinion about the harmfulness of Kim Kardashian’s ass, blushing, because I feel like when I talk about Kanye, or eat too much in public, I am catching all kinds of side-eyes for being double-chinned and frivolous. But many hours too late, I suddenly feel that much more frivolous, for talking big about how little I like Jay-Z, how BeyoncĂ© is cleverly, conservatively catering to the 51% — over breakfast on the day after the Darren Wilson’s trial, about issues of race and public eye, my life going on as usual, a lot of terrible things going on as usual.

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