This is a go-to whenever I think about my decision to allow the gray on my head to show–and to stop allowing myself to be tone-policed and silenced. Annalise is, of course, over-the-top as a lead character, but isn’t that the point?
We really do a number on women, especially Black women, when it comes to presence and expectations as to what it means to be feminine, beautiful, loving–as if the only way to be valued is to sit on a shelf like a crystal stone on a platform, i.e., a touchstone that doesn’t make a sound. Not too many examples of Black women with a voice. Or at least a voice that anyone respects.
If you really value what I have to say, why do you try so hard to render me silent?