What I write below is from my perspective: a 35-year old white male born in America. But here it goes… I enjoy cycle classes most of the time, though my excitement about them has waned in the last year or so (I’ve been much more into yoga). The classes are like attending a concert, danceContinue reading “The irony of cycle class playlists: Misogyny and racial epithets in a room full of white women”
