My wife and I recently became aware of a recurrent theme on the internet: the white Christian woman who wallows in a variety of pastimes related to fall, including picking apples and drinking pumpkin spice coffee. The archetype is generally viewed as a pathetically out of touch female who wants to experience some spurious relationship with rural America and whitewash both American history and the realities of contemporary life. My wife concurrently embraces some of the fall rituals and the critiques of them. I, on the other hand, am indifferent.
Anyone who has seen my art collection knows that I am, and always have been, a fall person. To me, fall isn’t pumpkin spice baked goods; it is a moment of bittersweet beauty, to be savored before winter comes. It is a sort of Easter in reverse.
Carpe diem, everyone.