I’m Black and I’m Loud
I’m angry too, but that might not be why I’m raising my voice.
Jonah Hill recently came between my husband and me. Actually, neither one of us has met the actor, but we ended up fighting over him anyway.
To be accurate, we had a heated discussion about Hill — more specifically, about whether a shirtless picture the Daily Mail ran of him in February qualified as fat-shaming. The argument was really over our different arguing styles. We’re both passionate and hyper-sensitive with a tendency to get defensive pretty easily (like most humans), but when things heat up, I’m typically the loudest. Let’s face it: Even when the fire inside is barely flickering, my voice can raise the dead.
My husband is not the first person to interpret my making a relatively neutral statement as an attack. I’m passionate in my convictions, and sometimes when I get to the point, I sound like I’m yelling, though I might just be trying to get through my sentences without stammering.
