Cover Photo: Still from 'High Fidelity'/Hulu
Still from 'High Fidelity'/Hulu

How to Love a Genre That Doesn't Love You Back

I was a Black girl in the American suburbs, yet I believed The Beatles—and eventually, a dazzle of other white male musicians—were singing only for me. It wasn’t so.

This is Unscrewing the Oreo, a column by Brittany K. Allen that asks: How do you hold space for loving and critiquing art that was never made for you?

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Music From Big Pink, The Last Waltz

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Take a load off, Fanny. Take a load for free.

Brittany K. Allen is a Brooklyn-based writer, performer and library goblin. Her prose appears or is forthcoming in McSweeney's Quarterly Concern, Catapult, Kenyon Review Online, and Longreads, among other places, and her short fiction has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. Her stage plays have been produced and developed at Portland Center Stage, Manhattan Theatre Club, Ensemble Studio Theatre, and elsewhere. @Britt_Kathryn