This morning I woke early and wrote tons on Aziz and Grace and the bullshit article that BABE published.
I wrote about how strongly I felt that while he was a bit of a cunt she was wrong to publicly shame him and yeah the sex wasn’t great, he should’ve read the signs, he didn’t read the signs, she sat naked at his feet, he did things she didn’t like, still she stayed, it wasn’t good, he didn’t listen, still she stayed. It took her a hellova long time to leave.
And then weeks later she wrote a horrible article that should never have been published and Aziz was publicly shamed. He did some stuff wrong, for sure, but he didn’t abuse her. They had a bad night, they both have stuff to learn from it.
And then I read my article again and thought I was coming on too strong against Grace. Also I read at least a billion think pieces and was surrounded by newspapers and magazines and stories on Aziz and his behaviour and Grace and her behaviour and I thought this is so complicated and ugh I just don’t know anymore, I don’t want to write anything and oh shit what if I am losing my voice.
What if because of political correctness I don’t want to say what I’m feeling.
And now I’m going to move on to H&M in South Africa and you might know about this. H&M made a stupid ad with a pic of a black kid wearing a hoodie with the text ‘Coolest Monkey in the Jungle.’ And most of South Africa went wild and ja it was an insensitive ad but H&M apologised immediately and withdrew the ad and even so their shops were trashed like really trashed and a ton of money was lost and people will lose jobs and you know, it’s not good.
None of it is good.
It was a bad date.
It was a stupid ad.
Did either of them, deserve what happened? I don’t think so, even after the billion think pieces I’ve read today.
But I’m a little scared to say what I really think. And that’s about political correctness. What if I’m perceived as anti-women or racist.
Aziz and Grace.
Weren’t they both just stupid idiotic mistakes.
And can’t I use my voice and call them that, without feeling a little afraid of upsetting people.
And then move on and focus on the really bad stuff.
Because there is a helluva lot of that to focus on.
(There are a million more to read but then you’ll be as completely fucking confused as I am)