"Forgiving myself for inflicting emotional harm has been no easy feat. Accepting the Ugly ain’t fun. Though I can explain and contort and reckon with my actions, I can’t un-fuck up. I can only promise to do things differently the next time around. And it feels pretty spiffy so far to be doing the Do with someone ready for that Ugly."
So if you do Harlem Shake your ass out of bounds where food is concerned, you will never ever ever ever live it down. Your Black family will NEVER let you forget that one time you forgot to rinse the college greens before attempting Meemaw’s recipe.
Now, I'm not the type of daredevil Coloured who goes and chases tragedy by doing wild things like sharing elevators with white women, adding sugar to my grits or kissing dogs in the mouth, so this wasn't exactly the kind of life-risking I was eager to engage in on the morning of the alleged birth of olive-skinned #TeamNaturalHair Jesus.