Murky Fringe: Aren’t you ashamed of yourself.
Hydroquinone: Don’t start. Don’t even start with me. You don’t have the first clue.
MF: Michael Jackson, Sammy Sosa, and those are just the most famous examples of…
HQ: What do you know about negritude, white girl?
MF: …the kind of horrible disfigurement that…
HQ: Fanon, Said–what do you know about that shit?
MF: …people pay to inflict upon themselves….
HQ: And lacking agency, being merely a means–a symptom, if you will–I’m going to have to most politely suggest the following: fuck your ivory tower theory.
MF: …and I have to ask how it is that you sleep at night knowing…
HQ: I’ll say it again, so you can hear it: Fuck. Your. Theory. Maybe you should consider your own experience with doing things to fit in. Ever maybe not eaten when you were hungry? So you could keep fitting into a size two? Or how about sleeping with dudes you had no interest in? You ever thought why you did that?
MF: You don’t know me.
HQ: Correction. You don’t know me. But me? I know every thing there is to know about you.
