I found myself feeling semi profoundly bad for Gwyneth Paltrow, or whoever it was, this morning, for her getting in trouble on the internet after tweeting niggas in Paris, some years ago, or whenever it happened. I didn’t so much feel bad for the woman, because I find it hard to feel bad for these high profile people who live out dreams and rob us of our focus for dimes that we invest in them; Robin Williams, for example, did not make me sad when he died; I just suspect however, that a silent majority of black people didn’t care about Gwyneth Paltrow, or whoever it was, for her doing what she did. Which is clearly what she had thought herself before she tweeted niggas in Paris to her public account. That’s the name of a song, and I think if white people have to say n words in Paris when referencing a song, it’s maybe an exercise in white people shaming. I believe in white privilege, but I think if Louie CK can get away with dropping n words in his stand up, Gwyneth Paltrow, or whoever it was, should be able to reference a song in real life. That’s my humanism of the day.