Whether mutually or one-sided, when a relationship ends it often hurts both parties involved; letting go of something so emotionally involved requires a whole lot of time and energy for healing. Is the current pandemic making it harder for us to move on?
With over 35 million followers and 1 billion likes, it is no surprise that when D’Amelio wanted to break out of the TikTok box and enter the music industry, people wanted to listen. But, I don’t think anyone thought it would actually be good, or at least I did not.
A few days ago, I was driving home from work when I noticed a sign outside my old Christian school that read, “Love God. Love Others.” Instantly my chest filled with rage. Was this the same place that sent middle schoolers to a pro-life rally? Was this the same place that advocated against LGBTQIA+ rights? Was this the same place that enforced political candidates with discriminatory platforms?
By now you have heard the calls to register to vote. In a normal year, community organizers would be sprinkled across the quad asking you to register. This year, you have me, behind a computer screen, petitioning you to register to vote by mail.
Then, it hit me. “Ally,” I stated as my turn came. I felt proud claiming the identifier “ally,” and I felt like I deserved to claim it. At least, to my Black and Mexican-American friends and to my gay sister, I was an ally, right?
Paris Hilton. Lagerfeld’s Fendi. Britney Spears. Von Dutch. The 2000s were an era of flashiness and high fashion, which introduced new fashion trends. One of these was logomania, a design strategy taken from Black artists.
Don’t get me wrong; I am still passionate about pro-choice politics. I worry that Roe v. Wade will be overturned, and Planned Parenthood defunded with a conservative majority in the Supreme Court. The difference between 2020 me and 2016 me is that I will vote with every marginalized group in mind, not just the narrow one I belong to.
Being deemed fashionable relies on outside perceptions of your clothing. How do you look wearing those Nike shorts? Do they make your butt perky? Are they, God forbid, stained? As society progresses, one’s clothing becomes less about intrinsic comfort and more about the desire for external validation.
I remember aching to be white for the first time in sixth grade. I walked through the hallway, clutching my English teacher’s hall pass on the way to the bathroom, when I noticed the long, straight brown hair of the girl walking in front of me.