It’s so hard to write about blackness. To make it productive. To make it make sense, against the backdrop that is the world.
The show Insecure ended. It feels like a big L for black people, no matter what.
I wouldn’t have minded it becoming The Young and the Restless of the 2020s and beyond. 41 seasons. 12,000 episodes. Issa’s granddaughter becoming mayor of LA or some uplifting stuff like that.