I’m not sure if I can still love Lizzo in a
conscious way, as she’s quickly been adopted by neoliberal dreams and will
likely be a Democratic Presidential candidate theme song next year. But in the
subconscious way, I still like to imagine a don’t-give-a-fuck woman sitting
around in lingerie because she was born ready. So I’ll just listen to this and
pretend a thick woman is gonna sit on my face, and ignore the part where that
raw spirit will be co-opted by a conglomerate of wealthy entities who believe
they have a better vision for the future of America’s generation of empirical
profits than the current conglomerate of wealthy entities, who are doing it all
wrong. Fuck politics. Somebody come sit on my face.
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