Category Archives: writing blog

Privilege in the Age of Instagram

Capturing one’s youth comes with a side of privilege. You didn’t have to order it, in fact it isn’t even on the menu, but it’s baked into what you’re eating. What do you mean?  Often times, here in the Western world we forget that our luxuries are luxuries. Nowadays, our daily lives are recorded in…

The Race Card and Other Adult Games

Every now and then I’ll get the inevitable question that I suspect every person of colour writing about being a person of colour gets: Why can’t you just forget about race? And while I find the question to be so incredibly ignorant and offensive I do my best to explain the reasons why I can’t…

Pussy for Privilege: Part One

“He’s gone, it’s time to lose the weight and move on.” “Don’t marry anyone too dark.” “Why is your hair like this?” “Oh my god, I’m in shock.” “You look so good.” “Is this hair yours? Is it relaxed?” “Men like curly hair, but nothing too kinky.” “Marry a white man.” Here are just a…

TV Shows: 4 Reasons Why I Love BoJack Horseman

I’ve been asked on numerous occasions as to why I like BoJack Horseman. The show is a Netflix original and stars a washed-up, horse, has-been that starred in a sitcom in the 90s. While I could give you a million reasons as to why I love this show so much, here are 4. One.  Although…

RANT: On WHITE Guilt

I’m writing about White Guilt today to address some ignorant comments and messages I’ve received lately. For those of you who don’t know White Guilt is defined as the individual or collective guilt felt by some white people for harm resulting from racist treatment of ethnic minorities by whites both historically and currently. Some narcissists…

RANT: “Gandhi was just another Indian Man”

How will stereotyping and prejudice impede my success? My high school experience wasn’t all that bad. Sure, Avery made it difficult by instilling ideas that my actions didn’t belong to me, but so did other people. In tenth grade I met a girl, named Lauren, who seemed to be a decent person, until she told…

A Letter to My Daughter

A Letter to my Daughter … I figured I’d write this letter for you having not yet met you, because I imagine that when I do I won’t remember all things I need to say. There are a few things I wish my father had told me before he died, and many things I know…

Fear

I hate that being with you makes me lose my sense of self, like laying in water, tepid, like body temperature and there’s a boundlessness: Like I’m flying.  In our separation I sometimes feel odd, like something is missing and colours aren’t as bright. I don’t like this poignant smell of love that suffocates me,…