This is how (some) white people revere and regard the fucking flag. Like it’s literally a flag for fucking.

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To wit, as I mentioned yesterday, my wife and I and two of our friends rode the Great Allegheny Passage last week. And as we pedaled past and through the predominantly white towns on the GAP trail, we started seeing more flags than actual people. Flag bumper stickers. Flag sun visors. Flag tattoos. Bakeries selling flag birthday cakes. Diners selling flag pancakes. Which was a little unsettling. Because as any black person will tell you, a town’s level of flagophilia is directly correlated with its level of MAGA.

This need to bone the flag isn’t limited to small-town white people, though. The way some city-slicking white dudes talk about Colin Kaepernick “disrespecting” the flag by just kneeling, you’d think they were firing off those angry tweets while nude in a vat of cantaloupe juice and gently caressing a lubed-up flag nudged between their legs. Or perhaps they learned that Kaepernick was secretly sliding in the flag’s DMs.

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Perhaps the American flag has a sex appeal I’m blind to. I mean, it is pretty, with all of those stars and stripes and straight lines and symmetry, and maybe I just need to let it grow on me, too. Maybe the American flag is like the lead character in one of those ’90s teen movies where she takes off her glasses and everyone discovers she’s a supermodel. Maybe, instead of Nicole Beharie or Yaya DaCosta or Simone Missick, I’ll have a dream tonight about the American flag in a really form-fitting denim romper standing in front of me at an omelette station. I want to get to the bottom of this boning!