Just like the rest of the world, we get pretty giddy whenever Vogue unveils its new cover girl each month.
Uh, no. Never head the pleasure. That’s a pretty huge assumption on their part, I think, and pretty indicative that they don’t have a default inclusive worldview. Maybe it’s because I’m a POC (person of colour), that I don’t get all giddy over white chicks, or other demographics I just don’t fit into that Vogue is supposed to appeal to. Am I supposed to get giddy over magazine covers?
No, I wasn’t. Not since she made that kinda-racist comment around the time of making Brokedown Palace. You remember that, right?
Just a thought.