You know that friend that can read 6 thousand books in 24 hours, is the most intellectual being you know and always has quote or author to recommend? Well that’s definitely not me. I would like to say I was on track for literary genius and veered off around high school. As a kid I […]
There is a very big part of me that has delayed writing this post for fear of rejection from you. A part of me doesn’t want to be this honest because I know revealing this little corner of my thoughts might make you uncomfortable; it might even cause you to disown or reject me. But as these thoughts trapped in the confines of my mind demand to be released, I’ve decided to breathe and share anyway.
Fair warning, this is about race.
We sit down with Melissa Charles, Assistant Director for African American Student Development at UC Berkley and discuss growing up as a first-gen kid and how black people make everything fun!
Time and time again we are told to share; share ideas, information, things, And I think in theory, everyone believes it to an extent.
Because if we were honest, we would admit we don’t want someone to do better than us with what we know.
Stunned, and not wanting to alert my classmates of the internal crisis I was now experiencing, I gritted my teeth and pulled out the hair right there. Needless to say, I wasn’t prepared, immediately thought I was the only girl who experienced this, and walked to my dorm mourning my face because, of course, this meant I would need to reconsider my career path as a soon to be bearded lady (which never happened).
Today I turned down my first date in some time. Don’t tell my mother.
I’m sure you (as an avid reader of course) are more than excited to hear about the latest chapter in my (non-existent) dating life. I’m even more sure that that last statement is not true. But regardless, I’ve decided to share.
A couple weeks ago I signed up for an online dating site (the free kind). And 24 hours later, I deleted my profile.
Let me explain.
It would be easy for me to assume that everyone has a perfect family experience. However, experience and reality suggests that might not be the case for everyone. Sometimes spending time with your family is more work than play. This Christmas, my family and all our extend cousins are going on a family reunion cruise […]
Forewarning: some of these may have started in the 90’s. Still if it was on after our TV upgrade, it counts!
My first real position came with a offer letter and was accompanied by a proper title. I had worked since 16 yet this was my first “real” job that counted. At least thats what I thought. I was twenty-six, straight off a amazing customer service position that did not suit any of my strengths, and […]
Post twenty-five “Forever 21 is no longer your go-to store. Yes y’all. Your beloved department store when you were 17 starts to become almost “too trendy.” And even if you find something you like and fit in, you will most likely only wear it on the weekends because crop tops don’t fit office dress code.”