Coming on the heels of Ellie Kemper’s very twee memoir, My Squirrel Days, Michael Arceneaux’s I Can’t Date Jesus: Love, Sex, Family, Race, and Other Reasons I’ve Put My Faith in Beyoncé absolutely blew me away. I mean, it probably would have anyway, but WOW what a contrast. “I couldn’t make someone love me. I couldn’t make myself desirable to someone who didn’t want me. I couldn’t compel someone to see me in the same way in which I wanted to be seen. All I could do […]