Idk if I'm cynical or just black but tumblr and tiktok and cottagecore people and communist theory reading racist idiots have made me feel like we're in a new period of romanticization. Of all the things that make life worthwhile and/or all the actions it takes to make life worthwhile, and we're in this era where that aesthetic is performative.
I think we're in an era of romanticization of radical action and radically compassionate life... that is somehow synonymous with inaction. I don't think you get to be cold hearted and friendless and then post videos of James Baldwin online. I don't think you should post posts about random acts of love and then be nasty to the people who know you personally.
There is this performative persona of compassion here sometimes, and this wanting of unearned solace and reprieve that does not match up with the lack of hardship in some of your lives. I think when you spend time claiming someone else's hardship and romanticizing their rest, you end up with white women reinventing colonialism and gentrification for the cottagecore of it all. You end up with communists who don't even understand the interconnectivity of race and class.
You have a generation of people with the right answers staring them in the face and painted on their skin, but with spirits, like just nasty ass personalities, that are incapable of moving the world forward. You love me, and want me to eat well, but will you actually pick up that spoon and cook?
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