Indian American Love Child

The other day Yera sent me a link to the new Coldplay/Beyonce Music Video. Personally, I am a fan of the song "Hymn for the Weekend", though I have to admit as much as I love my girl Beyonce, I am not really sure she adds much to the song. The collaboration must have been mostly for the upcoming Superbowl? But anyways, I watched the music video, and can honestly say, I much enjoyed it. The video is shot in India, and I thought the imagery was beautiful. I did not think for one second that anything about the video was insulting or demeaning. Actually, I didn't give the video a second thought until I read a NPR article examining the video under the broader context of cultural appropriation. Theft and Artistry: Coldplay, Beyonce in India Spark Discussion on Appropriation Truthfully, I had never even heard of the term cultural appropriation until this article. After reading quite a few articles on it, I learned that cultural appropriation general...

A million thoughts torment my mind, a restlessness from which I can not unwind, I crave an escape from my own mental anguinsh, a thoughtless oasis to which I may vanish Thoughts that range from deep to mundane, an internal storm that has me feeling insane. Thoughts of wants, of needs, of unfilled desires Thoughts of success to which I can aspire Thoughts of an untold future, Thoughts of a heart broken beyond suture. Thoughts of such blissful love, the kind I could only dream of. Thoughts of what ifs, should I's, or will it none reassuring in the slightest bit Thoughts that invoke a sense a fear, Thoughts from which I shed a tear A self inflicted torture from which I wish to be free These seesaw thoughts have drained me So Sing, Sing, Sing me to sleep, Steal each mental thread, and with each strand may you weave, a net so tight, that no other thought may trespass it's hold, and only sweet dreams I may behold ...