Anyway this friend, who has assures me that her knowledge of "white people or the white culture" is impeccable, says I should follow her lead, regarding Rumors:
Every thanksgiving I listen to that album and watch The Big Chill. I feel like it's made me understand white people a little better.
Well, I already know a little about Fleetwood Mac. But this note got me wondering: What could be this Big Chill of which my friend speaks, and how may I partake? So I headed over to the handy Google machine and found some clips. Fascinating. At my current rate, I'll be passing strange any minute now.
Added Bonus: Being here in Cambridge, I'm sure I'll have multiple opportunities to reference this "Big Chill." (White people in New York are faking the funk. Or... something.) And it won't be awkward at all. Nothing better endears you to people than when you proceed as though they agree with everyone of their skin color about everything.
Ta-Nehisi Coates is a senior editor at The Atlantic, where he writes about culture, politics, and social issues. He is the author of the memoir The Beautiful Struggle.
Born in 1975, the product of two beautiful parents. Raised in West Baltimore -- not quite The Wire, but sometimes ill all the same. Studied at the Mecca for some years in the mid-'90s. Emerged with a purpose, if not a degree. Slowly migrated up the East Coast with a baby and my beloved, until I reached the shores of Harlem. Wrote some stuff along the way.