Bryson Tiller shares his new video for "Run Me Dry." via Bryson Tiller Drops Video for "Run Me Dry" — Complex
Around this time last year, I wrote this piece about disability and its psychological effects. It’s one of my favorite pieces. I got a comment on it a few days ago, so I think it makes sense to share it, once again.
Last week, I wrote about diving; about the value in persevering, inspired by the Olympic performances of Shaunae Miller (2016), and Derek Redmond (1992).
Since then, the Rio Olympics have come to a close, and I’ve gone back to college.
So, instead of writing this from an attic in my Bahamian home, I’m writing this from my dorm room; it’s the first time I’ve written on this website away from home. While the location has changed, it’s still past midnight as I write this (it likely won’t be when you’re reading this), and loud music is pumping through my headphones.
Several days ago, I came across this New York Times article, entitled “Becoming Disabled.” I let it catch dust in an Opera tab, knowing that I wanted to write about it – as someone with a visual disability – but actually didn’t get around to reading it until…
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“What are you?”
I get asked this question all the time, wherever I go. “What are you?” I grew so tired of hearing it that I once answered on a whim: “Guess.” The man who had asked me proceeded to list off all the Asian nationalities he knew of: “Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Indonesian, Indian, Mongolian…” It was around the tenth guess, that I nodded. Oddly, he was not satisfied with my answer. To be honest, neither was I. He looked at me incredulously and walked away. I could understand his disappointment, perhaps he was hoping to achieve some sort of confirmation for his painstakingly-built system of racial order. At the very least, he made a good effort to pin me down.
In all honesty, I don’t really know what I am. On paper, I am a two-time immigrant, my husband is also an immigrant and my children are even…
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In life, we make a lot of plans and have a lot of aspirations. We set goals for ourselves in order to become successful people and live good lives. And while that is good to do, life doesn’t go as planned 97 percent of the time (don’t quote me, the percentage may be higher). Just ask Negele Hospedales, Chance the Rapper’s intern. Nobody said life not going according to plan was always a bad thing. Read his full story below.
Is it really possible to land your DREAM job, only a handful of months out of college? Apparently so. But I bet you’ve never had afirst day like this before…
Here is how to work for your favourite rapper:
The first day of work is never easy. You hope that your new peers will like you; you hope your new boss will be impressed. Well, today is your first day at your new job… except your job is a cross-country rap-tour, your peers are world-class musicians and your boss, who invited you on said tour, has won a triplet of Grammy awards. He’s 24, and he’s your favorite rapper.
As a 22-year-old yourself, freshly graduated, you harbor the powers of the internet and somehow secure the dream job from your thrifty confines in Sydney, Australia – a temporary shelter from the true responsibilities of the motherland – Canada. Life can…
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“Politics does not stick to one lane. It veers across the highway, crashing into ambulances and school buses and running over the occasional bunny. Sometimes it jumps the railing and comes careening into our homes.” via Stop Telling Me to Stay in My Lane. There Are No Lanes Anymore. — Discover
Growing up in a very large family (11 children), Ben Wallace learned early, “Don’t ask for anything but opportunity.” Wallace is an NBA champion and has many all-star appearances under his belt as well as many other player awards and recognitions. He also had his number recently retired in the city that he won his […] … Continue reading Under-sized Does Not Automatically Mean Under-achiever (via A Writer’s Life)
“But we write about female musicians ALL the time.”
That statement is the most frequent response I get when I challenge a music journalist or blogger (let’s be honest, it’s most often a blogger, or sometimes a radio DJ) to do better when they write about women. Here is the usual pattern: an article is written, I point out some language that is troublesome, and “but I write about women!” is what I hear in return. I’m not going to call out anyone here in particular, because this isn’t about them, it’s about us – and I do assume many of them have good intentions in the long run, and mean well, mansplaining/hero complexes aside. But “meaning well” doesn’t get us far enough, and we all can learn, listen, and do better. Let me say upfront, I am sure there are times I’ve been a guilty party. And I am sure there are exceptions…
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