Was my rejection of the durian, Southeast Asia’s King of Fruits, a betrayal of my cultural identity, of my life in Singapore?
We don’t crave the things we’re close to, even if they’ve shaped us into who we are.
Superman whomst? Lois Lane outsold.
My first unkosher months weren’t especially guilt-ridden; if anything, it was the closest I had felt to coming of age.
In Q Hayashida’s wild, imaginative artwork, I found the freedom to see beyond my surroundings, all on my own.
As a preteen, I’d absorbed this dynamic—a teen girl dating adult men—as totally normal because it was embedded in the show’s wholesome package.
Fifteen years after it premiered, ‘The Devil Wears Prada’ continues to teach ambitious young people that exploitation is the price you must pay for success.
Across the thousands of miles, and the hundreds of years of historical and cultural distance, Albertine and I had our hair in common.
The years I suppressed my queerness are a loss that I'm exploring and grieving—if only through fiction.