First there was sizzling woman summer, then there was Christian woman autumn, now we’ve been cursed with white boy summer.
Whenever you happen to came across that sentence entirely incomprehensible then allow me to congratulate you on being a member of the uncommon “brain no longer yet entirely damaged by the web” membership. These of us no longer in that membership will immediately know that sizzling woman summer was a 2019 meme started by the rapper Megan Thee Stallion about having a carefree summer. This was adopted by Christian woman autumn, a meme poking enjoyable at “basic” ladies who adore pumpkin spice lattes and Instagramming themselves apple-deciding on. Meme-based seasons were cancelled at some stage in the pandemic when days blurred into one another and time ceased to have any meaning. Now that there’s hope, the worst may be over. Then again, Chet Hanks, the 30-year-ragged son of Hollywood actor Tom, is clumsily trying to revive the pattern. “I lawful got this sense man … it’s about to be a white boy summer,” Chet Hanks told his Instagram followers a couple of weeks ago. No longer in a racist kinda way, he clarified. But in a white male rapper type of way. “You already know what I mean?”
No one had the foggiest idea what he meant, so Hanks has been helpfully shelling out “ideas and regs” for white boy summer. There’s “no calling girls ‘smokeshows’” apparently. And guys ought to stop getting “drunk and sweaty” and going in other individuals’s personal space with booze breath. “Bottom line here, gents, is it’s time for us to evolve, OK,” Hanks said. “It’s time for us to slither from a Pikachu to a Raichu.” I don’t know what that means, but apparently evolving Hanks-type entails avoiding plaid shirts or anything salmon-colored. Instead you ought to wear clothes from his White Boy Summer merchandise sequence; these, rather awkwardly, have been criticised for utilising a Gothic-type font that many on social media are saying is shut to one white supremacists are fond of.
After four years of Donald Trump emboldening white supremacists, I don’t teach now may probably be the time to be calling for a white boy summer. Then again, I can heartily endorse a sizzling boy summer. I grasp it’s important, in the name of equality, that men acquire a season of their own to strut their stuff. Particularly as lockdown has apparently got men experimenting with micro shorts and skirts. Let these legs be free, boys! In the meantime, I’m going to abilities my cranky woman spring.
Arwa Mahdawi is a Guardian columnist