Chatting to my sister about the Golden Globes snub of I May Destroy You. We conclude that resonating with black women leading ‘normal’ lives is the problem - Fleabag we love (and I really do), Billie Piper in a strange hat tip to the genre of women leading real lives - is loved.

The fetishising of the glamorous continues - Queens like Michelle O or Oprah we love (and I really do). The dramatising of black women doing things competently or well continues as though it is a genuine shock that a black woman could read a poem aloud. I the poem too. But

And the black child doing something kind, cute or just normal gets way too many likes for my comfort levels. Yes, a black child hugged its dad or a black parent showed love and support for its child. Juxtapose the black child with an incongruous white man and s**t it truly lost.