Glazing
‘u too would be glazing if they weren’t brown’ countered @dr.deepakchopper in his Alamo-like defense of Pakistani transfemme glitchcore artist ‘aankhexbandh’. On all sides were ‘quirked up white boys’, some truly white and the rest apostates, conned by the algorithm into their routine consumption: hyperpop produced by queer 17-year-olds battling sexual repression and pubescent depression.
@dr.deepakchopper had commented a mere ‘this is heat’ within the 15 seconds he spent listening to aankhexbandh’s newest single. His appreciation of this art was more limited: six words he understood in the only verse he knew. He was no sincere fan.
The boys did not know this, nor would they care. The boys informed him of his poor taste amid references to gang rape and foul smells and gift card redemption.
For a moment prior to the ‘glazing’ comment, @dr.deepakchopper was 6 years old again, and the raptors in the Jurassic Park arcade game at Main Event were snapping at him. ‘Digital beasts,’ he thought, and a distanced but unsubtle terror he felt.
He did not really mean the statement he typed under that Instagram Reel. It was not airtight, and the boys took advantage of this as they combed his replies for semantic dandruff.
What he really meant was: I pity you boys, who—shy from change, so accustomed to white pixels of skin under pixels of racy stockings and pleated mini skirts—cannot fathom having gratitude for novelty. When your cat shits on your floor, you perform a perfunctory cleanup, sure, but you do not hate your cat. Why can’t you forgive the neighbor’s cat when they shit on their floor? You do not have to clean it up. Why not be thankful that your neighbor has a cat, because maybe the two could be friends, and they could perhaps communicate in their cat language about how best they can avoid shitting on the floor, and everyone’s cat would then, now, confine their bowel movements to the litter box because everyone’s cat received the support they needed? Let the cat shit on the floor so it may learn how to shit elsewhere. If it did not shit, it would not be alive.