Kenya was also the first person I ever encountered who carried hot sauce in her purse. She was full-time black. Once, she was headed off to some fancy Columbia dinner with, I don’t know, Yo-Yo Ma and Maya Angelou, and she stopped in the doorway of her office to ensure that her little bottle of Frank’s was in her bag. I literally said aloud, “That is the blackest thing I have ever seen in my entire life.” I was awed. Kenya was definitely someone who wouldn’t even think of allowing hateration in a dancery.
Hateration in the dancery is a term others use besides Dan? Not a vibe! (But really actually a vibe)
