What does it mean to be a young Woman of Color studying the lives and work of dead white men? What does it mean to watch your best friend start shouting in a crowded bar on the lower east side because she can’t take one fucking class on Latin American art history and you both know, you know you’re supposed to be studying at the best university in the world? What does it mean to tokenize the work of People of Color—Frida reduced to sensuality, Basquiat just a savage made noble by New York City? What does it mean to sit in seminar and realize with a strange and sinking feeling that you are only one of two Women of Color in the room?
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y’all, i am absolutely thrilled by the reception this piece has gotten. i had no idea it would spread this much, but i’m so happy people are reading it and sharing it!
and honestly, it’s making me want to do more srs blogging and journalism— which can only be a good thing, right? getting more voices out there, always.
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