Ok. I had to laugh. I was reading this article about #blackAF, a new series (April 2020) on Netflix, when I got to this:

“black-ish” fans will get the most out of “#blackAF,” which is like its rawer, foulmouthed twin. As the Hollywood producer Tim Story, playing himself, puts it, in a brutal rib midway through the season, “ ‘black-ish’ seems to tap into the hearts and minds of fifty-five-year-old white women.”

New Yorker

I haven’t watched black-ish (yet) but I’m really enjoying #blackAF. I am mentally absolutely broken post chemo. I spend my days fighting fatigue, wondering if I will ever get better. Shows like this cheer me up and distract me.

I understand that in America there is a lot of debate about the shows. Are they “colorist”? Are they too bland?

I do want to listen (to what is going on in America) but at the same time this is the first fictional show I’ve been able to watch since chemo. I’m so anxious that the slightest drama sends my adrenaline into overdrive. So, yeah, take it how you want that I can cope with this show. Many of us are going through hell and need light entertainment.

I don’t know. I’m listening but, just the same as with covid, I’m stuck here at home. I can’t do much. But watch. And listen.

Even if critics think this show is too bland, I’m finding that I am learning about race issues in America. You could argue that this “bland” approach is a more effective means of getting the message across to a wider audience. I’ve learnt about Juneteenth and about the adoltisation of young black girls. So there is some merit in the show, even if it is to educate 55yo white women like me.

I’m trying to forget all the criticisms I’ve read and just enjoy it for what it is. A funny tv show.