Contrasting Types

It’s going to be so fun when N and I go to see Matt Walsh’s Am I Racist. As usual, we are the perfect contrast. I know everything and feel passionately on the subject of BLM while N is as innocent about this shameful excrecence as we all were in 1992 and hasn’t the foggiest who Robin DiAngelo or Saira Rao are.

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