Erm...The Lizzo Thing
"Mom, what's wrong? You look upset." Blame it on my expressive face, the Kid was on to something. I was quiet at first and kept reading my laptop screen, sure a big frown was forming. He asked again, what is it? "Well, from what I'm reading, it seems as though some of Lizzo's dancers have accused her of doing some pretty awful things." I shook my head and sat in a combination of disbelief and disappointment. She was supposed to be OUR girl, our champion, and what I was reading was pretty icky. How I handled this information now was important. My son was looking to me for a response; I was looking for a way to model how we should talk about these sorts of things. "I'm not sure what's true. I don't know enough right now. I'm unsure why she would be accused of those things if she didn't do them, and I'm also unsure why the dancers would lie about it. I don't believe it and I don't not believe it, I gu