In the 1st place:
Generationally (if such things truly exist), I was born on a cusp, on the edge, on a cliff. That sharp line has situated my intellectual and cultural understanding of Black: I belong to the post-soul, Trey Ellis-era of young black capacity (though that concept suffered its own limits) and the nebulous, clearly misunderstood object of obsession that is this long Millennial™ moment. This edge is chafing and difficult and leaves me specifically worried about black cultural and political futures. As a cultural studies scholar, and like, as a grown girl that came of age bathed in thick cultural coherence (even in my white town and my white school), I think about this all the time.
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