Some white girl wearing $2000 of athleisure on the New York subway decided my girlfriend needed a lecture on the true meaning of Juneteenth because she doesn't know the US holiday calendar.

Unfortunately, my girlfriend doesn't speak performative BookTok English so the girl had to stand there awkwardly while I re-explained what “problematic heritage of white supremacy” meant in Spanish.

I think I'd prefer just getting stabbed by a fent zombie next time. Keep these gentrifiers off my train, please.