I’m sorry. I just don’t even see the big deal. Why can’t people just dress the way that they wanna dress or talk the way they wanna talk or do their hair the way they wanna do it? I mean, I don’t care that Doug is always dressed like my 50-year-old Cuban uncle, Pepe. Imitation is the highest form of flattery. Okay, there is nothing flattering about picking and choosing elements of my life that you want to take. My body. My music. My hairstyles. All of a sudden, all of these white girls are rocking cornrows and wanna call ’em “boxer braids,” and everyone’s acting like they’re making a brand new trend or something. Then we’re the ones who get penalized for it. Yeah. Okay, okay. But isn’t black culture so much bigger than cornrows and unlaced sneakers? I mean, it feels like you guys are minimizing the entire culture by focusing on something so trivial. But it’s not trivial to us. At all. Because it’s all we got. This is a culture that we’ve been forced to create because the first one was robbed from us and now it feels like we’re at risk of losing it again.