Transparency is a lot like honesty. By definition, it means to be able to see through something. And in the social context, it refers to the various social masks that we hide behind in our daily interactions. To be transparent (socially) is to live without the facades we often put up to protect our social
Growing up, I would watch football with my family every Sunday. My parents were both fanatics and knew more intricacies of the game than anybody I knew. As students at the University of Washington, they became devoted Seahawks fans and raised us the same way. It seemed like their way of assimilating to American culture.
When I first pulled up to the house I was going to be living in for the summer, the first words out of my mouth were “It’s so green.” The tiny colonial, nestled in a Boston suburb, has a white porch, a broken kitchen light, and we lived for a week in it without a
In a linguistic context, wikipedia (my credible source of choice) defines code switching as: “when a speaker alternates between two or more languages, or language varieties, in the context of a single conversation. Multilinguals, speakers of more than one language, sometimes use elements of multiple languages when conversing with each other.” Being bilingual (in
Why having a POC centered space for comedy on Campus matters. There is a Facebook group that I treasure with my whole heart: POCC (People of Color Comedy). The description of the group reads “Hey! If you’re a person of color and are in a comedy group/want to learn more about comedy, join this group!” There
“Oh, take a joke!” is my second favorite way to feel invalidated by a White person. Right after “okay, but, where are you from from?” Yes, please continue to call my humor and personhood into question. I love it! Obviously, I mean this ironically. Please, reader of this small column, don’t
I was born with veins made up of the countless rivers of Bangladesh and my voice grew into the Midwestern twang of Southern Ohio. I gained dual citizenship at the age of 18 between Bangladesh and the United States, and I wear both flags proudly—a medley of East and West. But while the pride for
I dream of floating high above the clouds that hover over the heads of those below. Blocking the sun, preventing the warmth and vibrancy of what could be. I can see it. A world that exists beyond ours; within ours. A world where healing is given the time of day; where
It’s one o’clock in the afternoon on a Saturday and my sister, mom, and I have just walked into the hair salon. My sister is four and I’m six. As we walk into the salon, I quickly realize that something is out of place. Something is wrong. I soon understand that the “something” is me.
When I was a kid, I used to love playing hide and seek—but more so, I loved hiding. As I grew older, play morphed into reality as I started to hide parts of myself out of fear and insecurity. I look into the mirror now and I see dark scars spotting my body and parts
It took four different calls. The first call was three-and-a-half seconds long—my ears heard the first ring go through, but it was my thumb that decided to respond as it immediately hit the red button to tell my phone, “Nope, Riva’s not ready yet.” A moment later, my brain jumped into the discussion and argued
What does it mean to be outside the boundaries of normative gender categories? By normative, I mean masculine and feminine and how these structure the way we dress and act, but also dictate whom we are attracted to, what we find to be attractive, and the limits that we place on desire. Desire is a