
Her Hair
While riding my university shuttle, I used to stare at women’s hair. They were mostly young white women like me, who would sit in rows facing each other at the front of the bus, compulsively checking their phones.
Read MoreWhile riding my university shuttle, I used to stare at women’s hair. They were mostly young white women like me, who would sit in rows facing each other at the front of the bus, compulsively checking their phones.
Read MoreMary H K Choi’s “Korean Thanksgiving” in Aeon Magazine This piece is all about tone and perception. The story of a second-generation woman getting…
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