I came across the following tweet today and thought that it makes a powerful statement on race in a succinct, clear manner; a reality check in eight words: “Black culture is popular, black people are not,”
I’ve been wanting to write something about the New York Times article, “The Dutch Mourn Flight 17’s Victims in Their Own Sober Way,” ever since I read it three weeks ago. The piece discussed how and why we mourn or empathize with certain events; how humans emotions are limited by the “distance” or “connection”
You just visited Chinatown today and you saw old Chinese men sitting on the corner playing a traditional bowed instrument. So you’re wondering, what is that Chinese strong instrument you saw in Chinatown called?
If there’s a photo that should change the minds of sports fans that want to keep their precious Indian mascots, this photo of a Native-American coldly staring at a fool supporting the Cleveland Indian’s Chief Wahoo just might be it.
File under: why? I’ve always appreciated the way women compliment each other’s physical attributes without fear that their sexuality will be challenged, and if it is, they don’t care. It’s just built into the way women interact and it’s socially acceptable.
India was easily the most challenging country I’ve ever visited. It was sensory overload and culturally, it was unlike any place I’ve ever experienced. One of the many cultural customs that my ex-boyfriend and I struggled with most were the non-verbal, side-to-side head nods