Lovecraft called me slurs I didn’t even know existed. I’ve never had someone disparage my mom with such impressive and precise vocabulary.
I still can’t get over him going into an existential crisis, losing his shit, and then writing all his family members because he found out his great aunt or whatever the fuck was Welsh. Lovecraft had some big-brained 600 IQ views on race I will never understand.
Lovecraft had some big-brained 600 IQ views on race I will never understand.
And I semi-ironically love him for that. I love reading Lovecraft not because his stories are scary — they aren’t — but because it’s hilarious to read them knowing they come from the perspective of a white guy who is grappling with anxiety that the White Race may not in fact be the masters of all creation. Reading them from that perspective makes a lot of it funny. Like oh, what’s so horrible is that he realized he’s not at the top of the world. Normal people already know that.
Lovecraft called me slurs I didn’t even know existed. I’ve never had someone disparage my mom with such impressive and precise vocabulary.
I still can’t get over him going into an existential crisis, losing his shit, and then writing all his family members because he found out his great aunt or whatever the fuck was Welsh. Lovecraft had some big-brained 600 IQ views on race I will never understand.
And I semi-ironically love him for that. I love reading Lovecraft not because his stories are scary — they aren’t — but because it’s hilarious to read them knowing they come from the perspective of a white guy who is grappling with anxiety that the White Race may not in fact be the masters of all creation. Reading them from that perspective makes a lot of it funny. Like oh, what’s so horrible is that he realized he’s not at the top of the world. Normal people already know that.