My mom is black, my dad is a white Jew. They are hopelessly, disgustingly in love after forty years of marriage.

They'd be adorable if they weren't my parents.

Of course, I agree that legal restrictions blocking interracial couples from getting married were ludicrous and rightfully repealed. But I have to admit, this "Loving Day" business just rubs me the wrong way.

Here's why: it seems like it's trying to erase the taboo on interracial love without also interrogating the ways that race deeply affects our desires in complicated and sometimes ugly ways. I mean, I know plenty of perfectly lovely and loving interracial couples; however, I also know a lot of racial fetishists who like Asian ladies because they're "exotic" or Black women because they think them "freaky".

So, ok, Loving Day. But can't it be a day for self-reflection on who and how we love as opposed to a celebration of our right to desire other races? The former is sorely missing and would be a real revolution, in my humble opinion.