Your ex-husband, the rapper Nas, put your wedding dress on his album cover. Why did he still have the dress?
It’s not even the dress. The joke behind that is that it’s the slip to the petticoat to my dress. I think when I moved out I just left it. That’s all he had, poor thing.
Did you know that was coming?
He gave me a heads-up like two days before it was released.
Do you know why?
All kinds of ideas of why, but I don’t really care.
But it brought up a bunch of stuff you were probably hoping was in the past.
Maybe for others, but not for me. I don’t really listen to his music anyway.
she cold as hell
This is how you handle getting your privileged called out.
Not “reverse racism!” Not “heterophobe!” and all those other dynamics that don’t exist. Just recognition. Recognition of privilege (and hopefully continuous self-checking)