I hate what happened on sunday . I hate that what happened on Sunday happened. I hate that Sunday was a violent display of opulence. ...
I hate what happened on sunday. I hate that what happened on Sunday happened. I hate that Sunday was a violent display of opulence. I hate that no one cares. I hate that everyone cares. I hate that I watched it, then watched it again, then slowed down because I couldn’t believe it happened. I hate that I joined the voices on social media. I hate that my first response was joke about it. And as much as I hate the hate that hate has created, I hate us. All of us.
I hate Chris Rock and his disappointing and very offensive joke.
I hate Will Smith for dragging us into this.
I hate everybody’s hot plug except this one.
I declined to write a hot take because I knew everyone was going to have a hot take.
This is not a hot plug. It is a grip of hatred.
I hate pictures. I hate conversations.
I hate the academy. I hate Roman Polansky.
I hate misdirected tweets – you know, the ones that start talking about Sunday just to remind us that Antarctica is melting or Ukraine is at war with Russia.
I hate that we can multitask. So we never forget that Antarctica is melting or that the Ukrainian people are suffering.
But above all, I hate the celebrities who have joined the teams.
I hate Amy Schumer and Karen-esque sound response. I hate that it implies she is “triggered” and “traumatized” or something days after.
I hate that it has nothing to do with her, and yet here we are.
I hate that this is a real black-on-black TV crime.
I hate that white people now feel comfortable talking about black people’s business.
I hate that at one point I thought Tom Segura was a funny comedian, and then Sunday came around and he felt very comfortable calling Jada Pinkett-Smith a “bald female dog.”
I hate that black women never feel protected.
I hate that they have to put up with this.
I hate that starving for protection has made some people feel like Sundays are in order.
It wasn’t, and I hate it for black women.
I hate Joe Rogan. He has nothing to do with it, but I hate him too.
wait yeah he does cause he had a hot plug and i haven’t read it but i’m sure I hate that.
We’re probably going to have a Red Table Talk.
We’re definitely going to have a Red Table Talk.
I hate the access we have to celebrities. I hate that they can send whatever they feel in real time. I hate that Sunday came and now I hate Zoe Kravitz.
I hate that Black Twitter has CVS receipts for the entire Kravitz family.
I hate everyone in the Kravitz family except Lisa Bonet.
I won’t hate Lisa Bonet.
I hate ‘toxic masculinity’ and the ‘politics of respectability’.
I hate that I can’t decide which side I’m on.
I hate Kareem Abdul-Jabbar take.
Wait, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar had a catch?
Who the hell is Sophia Bush?
I don’t know, but I hate her.
I hate that everyone is a badass, or a psychologist, or a cop, or an apologist.
There’s only one celebrity who understands me, and that’s Daniel Radcliffe (aka Harry Potter), who – just like me – hates all those celebrities and their shitty takes too.
I used to love the opening of the Smith family.
I don’t hate August Alsina.
I hate that he came to the Smiths for help.
I hate that Jada took advantage of this situation.
I hate that we don’t talk about this.
I hate this Red Table Talk. The one where Will Smith cried.
I hate that everyone makes fun of him for that.
I hate that we saw the other Will Smith because of this.
I hate that Jada couldn’t defend herself.
I hate how Will got back to his seat.
I hate these people wanna see another black man arrested.
I hate that they might not be wrong.
I hate that this is all far from over.
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