Race is just a color, you guys: We are all terrible and have bad taste in everything. I have a dream that country girls and boys who love Jodi Picoult and Tom Clancy will some day stand arm in arm with god-fearing cool guys and gals who like Tyler Perry and Hitch. We will bond over our shared love of mascara, lipgloss, shortening single-syllable words into LOL-speak, and Elizabeth Gilbert. And everyone will learn that there is no apostrophe in “Tuesdays With Morrie,” but there are commas in “Eat, Pray, Love.”
We are the world, etc etc.