At the grocery store yesterday I noticed paper copies of September Vogue and Vanity Fair, which were covered by a black model and a black actress respectively. This intrigued me because those issues are usually crammed with fascinating stories about the rich and heedless and suddenly they’ve gone all social justice warrior, which is a strange enough reading of their audience to intrigue me.
I suppose the core audience for Conde Nast is well-heeled bored women, who are presently finding meaning by force-integrating black people. On Instagram the usual suspects, Witherspoon, Jennifer Garner, Nigella, Gwyneth are promoting black artisans or artists or novelists, and a good 50% of premium tv on any given night is given over to shows about black people, usually suffering, usually at the hands of vicious whites. Hollywood has now announced that their nominations are only open to product that promotes diversity in the right way.