The Importance of Ambiguity in “The Boulder That Crushes The Breast”

*Breaking from the political to post an essay I wrote for a Chinese pop music class. I’m proud of it, so here it is!” Omnipotent Youth Society – Source; Youtube Pop music is a special form of art. Between the formulaic simplicity, we often hear certain anxieties of the context in which it was produced… Continue reading The Importance of Ambiguity in “The Boulder That Crushes The Breast”

A Love Letter To San Francisco (or Bae, I’m Breaking Up With You)

So tomorrow I leave the City, and it feels like it will be for good. I’m just moving across the Bay, where the grass is a little greener, and the trees breathe real air, but I know I won’t be back. I’m moving away from the big buildings with minute, claustrophobic apartments, away from the… Continue reading A Love Letter To San Francisco (or Bae, I’m Breaking Up With You)

I saw a black kid try to steal a pizza in Wholefoods, and it broke my heart

Class is over. I’m hungry. I go to the clean, polite Wholefoods down the street from my College, and I choose what I want to eat. They have gorgeous smelling soup. And macaroni cheese, sweating on a hot plate. And tatter tots. And potatoes cooked with rosemary and olive oil. They have delicious bread. Cake,… Continue reading I saw a black kid try to steal a pizza in Wholefoods, and it broke my heart

“So what did you actually do on your gap year?” Well, erm, this:-

Hello everyone! This is your homegirl Ellie here, signing in from across the pond. Next Tuesday (holy shit, that’s tomorrow!?) my gap year officially draws to a close, so I figured it was about time I did some good old reflecting on all the growing and learning and changing I’ve done this year. It all… Continue reading “So what did you actually do on your gap year?” Well, erm, this:-

An Open Letter To Self-Entitled White American Men

Dear Self Entitled White American Men, Let me start by stating right off the bat that I swear I don’t hate you. Unlike most of the things you put the rest of us through, this is not an attack on your existence – simply a plea for you to change your ways. I’m also acutely… Continue reading An Open Letter To Self-Entitled White American Men

James Baldwin Watches Me While I Swing Dance

Image sourced from (http://supremeswingdancers.blogspot.com/p/swing-styles.html) My grandad was a tall, handsome black man. When I say black, I mean black. His skin was a delicious chocolate brown, and his forehead shone brightly when he exercised. I grew up on a healthy diet of stories and negro spirituals which told me in his own kind and loving… Continue reading James Baldwin Watches Me While I Swing Dance