my type lies about their music taste until it’s too late and we’re both pretending to like St. Vincent

my type lies about their music taste until it’s too late and we’re both pretending to like St. Vincent
I don’t know what to do about these ethical moral dilemmas. I don’t know how to decide if my anger should be placed deeper on the Black men I share skin with, or the white women I share gender with, or even the white gays I share queerness with. Or anyone in between with oppression commonalities.