What Whitney Wants To Say #20

The greatest performer of our generation comes to my city in a few days and I get to see her. No one will be able to tell me anything ever again. I won’t cry though that’s how you pass out in this heat. At least I’ll try.

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thank youuu

I have no idea how to thank people I’ve never met. I can’t give you all a hug (though I would). Your support is incredible and I’m grateful that so many of you have connected with my writing. The end of this month marks 2 years on Substack for me. Since then, hundreds of you have signed up to listen to me rant and rave. I would’ve never in a million years imagined that so many of you would be here. Thank you so much!

i can’t talk about it

I have nothing to say about that bill. It is designed to kill and destroy lives and we all know it. We don’t need to speculate about the long-term affects because they are explicit. Rural hospitals will close. People will lose their healthcare. Any spare cent will go to building ICE out so they can more effectively rip families apart. Where is there else to be said?

y’all can’t like racing that much

I am being inundated with Brad Pitt propaganda for this racing moving that I could’ve sworn Orlando Bloom just did. It is very obvious that this is a Brad Pitt vehicle created solely to boost/launder his reputation. And it’s really working. His children are screaming from the rooftops about how awful he’s been to them and he’s getting puff pieces written about his double dates with Bradley Cooper. We are so easy I swear. Even worse, it’s become quite obvious that the up and coming young stars of color cast in this film were done so cynically. Simone Ashley had her part in the film completely cut and Damson Idris, the supposed main character, has all but disappeared from promo. It would almost be funny if it wasn’t so grimy.

I had to fight to find this picture of Damson ALONE.

i was right

I made the conscious decision not to watch this season of Love Island and I’m glad to know I was right. That being said, I have kept up with the major beats of the show. From the moment I saw Olandria and Chelley, I knew the internet would find a way to turn on them. Chastise them for more than reasonable behavior. And I had the good sense to avoid it because that’s what y’all do. And I don’t need the reminder of the misogynoir bubbling under the surface of every public move a black woman makes. Not for “I want a brand deal” island. Not while abusers get redemption arcs. No ma’am and if I have to miss out on the cultural conversation so be it.

The Bad Place

It’s here. We’re here. The fact that Diddy could be found not guilty of the most serious chargers lets me know that. I am so tired of living in the cultural backlash to #MeToo, where suddenly women need to be punished for trying to achieve safety and equity. There’s people getting rich off misogyny slop, a new hate campaign starts everyday, we’re being told it’s a crisis that women aren’t automatically underrepresented in the workplace, and all this is happening while we lose the right to abortion. Stop the ride I want to get off. My brilliant linesister Jada suggested a social media break and I can’t think of a better time (except for Substack of course).

its time

In personal news, I’m in need of serious self-care. So for the next month I am prioritizing rest whenever possible. I have a massage and body scrub booked for tomorrow and I will be unreachable until after. I am vibrating with excitement, you have no idea.

I plan on spending a full, uninterrupted 30 minutes in here

how does she do this?

There is an influencer named Clarke who does 14 mile walks everyday. She breaks them up depending on her schedule of course but that’s still 14 whole miles. Yesterday I tried to do the same and let me tell you, I don’t think it’ll be possible for me. Like I would need to book an entire Whitney Day in NYC and only walk everywhere and I doubt I’d get close. The saddest part is I walk alot so I wasn’t even in pain I just got got really sleepy. And I wanted a snack. I literally just gave up… at 8 miles. Ridiculous. But I’ll try again so don’t worry.

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The long weekend came at the perfect time. I’m about to take the craziest nap the world has even seen. Lines all over my body and drool running down my face. Nothing like waking up disoriented to the sound of fireworks. This one July 4th I took a nap at 1 pm and didn’t wake up until 7 pm. Then I ate 2 hotdogs, caught an episode of Band of Brothers, saw some fireworks, and then went right back to bed. I can’t think of a better way to spend the day.

-Whit