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I used to hate coffee. My dad drank it at least three times a day (he's down to one cup now - I have taken his place as the household coffee enthusiast) and would have me brew him a cup every once in a while. I loved the smell and hated the taste, the bitterness and acidity. Everytime I pushed down the French press I resented the thing that could smell so good and be so repulsive. Eventually I started drinking coffee, considering it a necessary evil to get through my school day, and drowned it in cream and sugar. I slowly weened myself off of sugar, realizing that part of what I hated was the flavors the sugar brought out - not just sweet but sticky.

The title of this post is inconsequential. I will not be discussing my favorite drink, because I do not have one. Or if I pick one, it just feels very self induldent. So I will continue the discussion of Lemonade, and what it means to me. Really I want everyone to see Lemonade as I do, becuase even though it's not perfect (and what peice of art is ever perfect?) it meant a lot to me. I will bring up one point that was kinda mentioned in one of the articles we read, but I want to provide my interpretation of it. Jay Z's appearance in Lemonade. I see Jay Z appearing in two ways. One is emotionally, which I identify as the parts where Beyoncé sings about him but he is not there, and the other is physically, which is self explanatory.

Bliss, Eula. "White Debt." The New York Times Magazine. December 2, 2015, http://mobile.nytimes.com/2015/12/06/magazine/white-debt.html :
starts w/ the german word 'debt' = 'guilt';
works its way  through "privilege" ("private" + "law")
to "complacency" and "complicity"--and then back to "forgotten debt."
i buy this:
"whiteness is a system of social advantages that can be traced back to the advent of slavery...
not an identity but a moral problem." or, as Coates puts it,
"‘It is as though we have run up a credit-card bill, and, having pledged to charge no more,