They’re valid. I’m only saying if a Black or Hispanic, or hell, even Asian”—she turns to me and I recoil—“person said the same things you do, they’d be labeled as ungrateful. If we rotted in bed like you, our oily hair would be seen as dirty and lazy instead of relatable. We have to confine ourselves into these perfect yet nonthreatening boxes, while you have the privilege of complaining because you fit the aesthetic of the sad white girl that society thirsts for.”
