Ok, but for real... let’s talk about “preferences”. I used to have preferences. I used it to navigate my romantic life. But as I got older, I let them go. No tea, no shade, I’ve come to understand how, er, immature they were/are. People want love so much but come with a checklist. Girl! Love don’t like that. Love does not even play with that. Don’t be coming to love with this-is-what-they-ought-to-be. It’s romantic, yes, but it’s an illusion. I see older folks change their “preferences” because their beauty faded. Or their social class changed. The values changed. The preferences changed with their values. They wanted ..depth.., not appearances, anymore. Usually it starts becoming- I want them to be kind. I want them to be affectionate. I want them to be communicative. Connection. The shallowness is so pervasive, and I get it. But preferences are just what other people have told you to like. That’s the reality of preferences. They were shaped before you were even born. We use them to project our identity. Plus, they’ve become a really great place for our fears to hide behind. Yknow.. fears.. prejudice.. racism.. the immaturity assists with that. I listen and I don’t judge. 💅🏽