It’s 2020. There’s a global pandemic, my state is on fire, government officials are showing disrespect for Black bodies and disdain for Black lives, a new piece of society-shaking news comes out every day…and I’m spending every spare minute bingeing Girlfriends and reading tweets about Black art.
Black pop culture has kept me sane through the trash fire that has been this year. I don’t care if it seems frivolous amidst an ongoing global crisis—it brings me joy. In these times when I can’t see my family and friends in person, I find relaxation in revisiting a classic or obsessing over a new form of art. I process my feelings as I watch and listen, and giving Black pop culture attention—through appreciation or critique—reinforces that Black stories and Black life are important. Now more than ever, I need depictions of Black joy and strength