Black rock millennials, go fix your (graying) crown.

We walked (into way too many shows as the only Black kid) so Doja Cat could run. 🥹

Just three years old when Blink-182 released “What’s My Age Again?,” Doja captured so much of its skate culture shenanigans in “Bottom Bitch,” you can’t help but smile. (Even if IRL, you’d call the police.)

The famous guitar riff that took 1999 by storm is slowed and pitched down for Doja’s 2019 take that twists a tale of manboy immaturity into a tribute to her ride-or-die girl.

Even the video seems more delightful this time around when instead of three naked white men, the protagonists are a bunch of troublemaking Black and brown girls.

Remember how Michelle said, “When they go low, we go high”?

In “Bottom Bitch,” Doja and the girlies firmly respond, “NAH.”

Seconds into the video, hijinks ensue. We’ll move on quickly so I don’t get banned.

But in short, the streets, skateparks, strange men, and public servants of the San Fernando Valley are unsafe from Doja, her crew of misfits, and our nostalgic board and hooptie ride-along with them.

But aside from the delight of watching girls commit minor misdemeanors, the glimpse into girl friendship is a rare treat.

“Bottom Bitch” is so likeable because it’s something we almost never have in real life: Black girls simply existing outside without being bothered by the male gaze.

Doja’s no stranger to that conversation, and will probably never live down her decade-old “scandal” of (deep breath) showing feet in a Nazi chat room.

But if you’re indeed a Black rock millennial reading this, especially one whose formative years included a predominantly white environment, you know MISTAKES WERE MADE.

Whether somebody got away with something slick you’d never let slide today, or you awkwardly laughed at a “joke” instead of slapping the taste out of somebody’s mouth, there’s a moment we all wish we’d handled differently.

But when you’re the “only” in the room—person of color, woman, immigrant—sometimes you go along to get along.

And sometimes, age teaches a girl that getting along is so NOT punk rock.

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