How to Grow Up Beautiful, Without Representation

I remember when I was very young, I believed I was white. My friends were white and all the people in our neighborhood were white. Even though the people around me would often call me simply Asian or, by the older white men my family knew, Oriental. I thought that — as someone who was actually biracial — if I was being called by one of the two halves of my identity, then I should also be…
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Shelving Is the New Too-Busy-to-See-You Trend

If there were a dictionary of all the nuanced forms of shitty dating behavior, I’d light it on fire. Seriously. Nowadays, I can’t vent about my single-and-dating woes to my happily coupled pals without someone explaining with diagnostic glee that there’s a term for…