It’s not even like, no one should ever listen to or support Riz and other “problematic” celebrities. I think the criticism here specifically is that he is a South Asian entertainer who has very much benefited from being seen as a “Woke Bae” in the current media culture where your critical analysis of race, gender, and class translate to credibility and popularity.
I have always been critical of his one dimensional work, specifically as it relates to Swet Shop Boys and how much of it reeks of the self serving activism that many cis straight brown men exude in these spaces. Much of his and other “woke” brown entertainers often view white supremacy existing within only male bodies and often lash out at critics who are WoC, many are black women. Heems, is an example of this, the other rapper of SSB who in response to a South Asian woman and a Black woman calling him out on the use of the n-word he lashed out at them online.
Riz Ahmed as I wrote previously is a grown ass man who not only is intelligent and clearly understands that whire supremacy exists and why media narratives are important. He did not work with Lena Dunham unaware that of the criticisms of her and her show. I don’t think he cares.
A non-canon fanfiction about jamesab’s characters Sabrina and wallace.
“Oh Wallace, what are you doing up?” Sabrina was surprised that the android would be up so late. Most nights he’d power down before ten and it was almost midnight.
“I wanted to make sure.” He paused the servos in his head whiring. “you said you’d be home tonight and I wanted to see you before I powered down.”
“Oh well that’s sweet. Is that all you wanted?”
“Ha, well I’m not tired yet wanna hear about my night?”
“Kinda blunt tonight huh.” Sabrina was used to how blunt he could be, hell he was a killing machine after all, but sometimes she wished he’d loosen up. “Anyway I met this guy and he was pretty big and cute looking to boot so I decided I’d get down with him.”
“Sounds like a nice time.” Wallace was stone faced as ever, he literally couldn’t care that his wife had had sex with someone else.
“It was, but yeah the weird thing is that this dude is totally into my feet and like nothing else.”
“Feet are not necessary to sexual reproduction.”
Sabrina laughs. “Yeah they are not. God Wallace you say the weirdest shit sometimes. So yeah I told this guy he couldn’t kiss or lick my feet but I was cool with whatever else he wanted to do. And basically I got a foot massage during sex.”
“It was. Anyway I’m going to put my stuff away and change.” She sets her purse down and heads to their bedroom.
“Sabrina, would you like to watch a movie. If you are not too tired of course.”
She looks back at Wallace, if she didn’t know any better she’d say he looked nervous. “Yeah, pick the movie while I change.”
A couple minutes pass during which Wallace takes a blanket from the closet incase Sabrina gets cold then he pops some popcorn and finally he picks out the movie.
When Sabrina finally comes back she’s wearing a black t-shirt, she’d actually bought it for Wallace but she wears it a lot more, and pajama pants.
“So stud,” She says as she flops down onto the couch. “What’re we gonna watch tonight?”
“Titanic directed by James Cameron.”
“Really that romantic shlock?” Sabrina laid the blanket Wallace had grabbed across her lap as she was talking.
We really need to stop meeting in these dark alleyways.
“To be fair, the last one was a warehouse.” Fitz replied, not that the specific location mattered, only that it was dark, creepy and most likely dangerous. All in a day’s work for a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent though, wasn’t it. It was days like this that he wished he had stayed in the lab.
“I guess that’s true.” Darcy Lewis replied her eyes focused on the little gadget in her hands. It seemed to be malfunctioning or so Fitz assumed as she smacked it against her palm frot the third time since they’d run into each other.
“You know violence and technology are not good bedfellows.” he told her earning a chuckle.