Consumerism is the snake oil, Capitalism sold us, to fill the hole it's granddaddy, White Supremacy, created. This dysfunctional family keeps pushing its way into every gathering we have. Even when we change the locks, they barge in while we're hugging our loved ones at the door. 

I write about this a lot because I see it a lot. Where are all the blue bracelet warriors? Where are all the White women that donated millions to Kamala Harris but have suddenly run out of money for us as brimstone hails down? And before you mention Black women or the 92% promise-fuck you.

I made a video recently outlining lists of my most popular pieces and personal favorites. At the end of the video I said I would write a piece about why the lists differ so much and have no overlap. The one word answer is …

It can feel really uncomfortable when someone interprets our self-love as an affront to them. It puts us in a position where we're like, dang, why can't my love for myself and you coexist?

I think now more than ever we all are being given an inside look to all around us. We are all seeing where our taxes, voices, money, effort and energy have been going and continue to go. I hope we all use this unprecedented insight to continue to demand more light in the darkness, more honesty, more acknowledgement of past wrongdoings and more accountability.

Love is not a finite resource and I refuse to treat it like one. I am so proud of each and every one of us who don’t. I cannot wait for the day when we all don't. 💜