anti-capitalist consumer

I fell into the rabbit hole of pop culture and found myself listening to the new Beyonce album while writing the literature review for my thesis. I am not even capable of simultaneously listening to music and writing but here we are, Beyonce has activated this latent skill within me.

Sure, I am rhythmically wiggling in my seat as I write, but it is totally without my consent.  Because you see, these lyrics are adding to capitalist black feminism discourse, which I am obviously on the opposite pole of. 

My enjoyment of 'Renaissance' is a delicious irony as I write about social and economic sustainability, from a leftist perspective, of urban renewal projects. I would be feeling a good dose of internal conflict if I hadn't resigned myself to the gloomy fact that I, indeed am an anti-capitalist consumer of capitalist content, and to a small degree, lifestyles. 

Being in congruence sure feels nice. 

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