Lynch’s refusal to play by the accepted rules of sports has been been called the work of a “goon” or a “god.” But what if it instead heralds a new, negotiated mode of sports stardom?
As a black man, do I need to code-switch to be heard? A slightly different version of this piece originally appeared on Transom.org.
My husband and I separated after 30 years of marriage. When I met someone on eHarmony, my whole perspective shifted — but not in the way I thought it would.
I first thought my miscarriage was shameful, and unusual. I’ve since learned that it’s just something women don’t want to talk about — but should.
Ten years ago, my first novel Prep came out. Three novels later, here’s what I’ve learned about the publishing industry and writing since then.
One guy, five days, lots of mascara.
Reality bites for the women who are playing a plot device in other people’s stories.
The problem is how rarely people of color are cast in major roles that are not explicitly written for people of color.
We’ve used the term for nearly a century. But what does it tell us about the way we label women and their work?
In 1992, the election of six women to the Senate seemed to herald a new era of gender equality. Twenty-two years later, it’s clear we still have a long way to go.
What America’s most popular war movie says about our nation’s continued alienation from the front lines. Warning: Spoiler ahead.
I get the outrage over flyers that use King’s image to get people into the club. But that anger is misplaced.
Hiking on the Pacific Crest Trail in my late forties, and thinking about conversations I never got to have with my mother.
I fought sweat and tears to bury my grandfather in the mountains of Jamaica, his last home.
Swift has spent the last two years “making friendship fun.” But her choice of Instagram girlfriends is also an incredibly savvy image maintenance strategy.
In an age when fewer young Americans express interest in marriage, public engagements are more prevalent than ever — and social media isn’t entirely to blame.
In Karachi, Pakistan, where I live, it’s difficult to reconcile my antipathy toward religion with making friends.
My rapist came from the same insular Indian-American community at my university as I did. Why did that make it harder for people to believe what happened?
New books, new blogs, new Vines, and new competition. It’s going to be a good year.
I always thought that my religion would be enough to sustain me through tough times. It wasn’t until my stepfather died that I realized I needed more help than God could give me.
For decades, the U.S. embargo against Cuba has torn apart families like mine.
The internet is IRL. It always has been.
My rapist was my boyfriend, and all I could think was: How did I end up here?
Amidst protests against police brutality, Daniel José Older returns to a favorite novel and explores the misreading of rage.
As a black man I’d learned to fear the police. Then the police became my family.
The gray area where the leaked information resides — between public and private, prurient and illuminating — might not be the exception, but the new normal.
The Senate’s long-awaited report on Bush-era torture techniques puts too much blame on the CIA, and not enough on the American political leadership.
Tatum is a former “Sexiest Man Alive,” but he’s not handsome, at least not exactly. His face charms through blunt force. And there might not be another one in contemporary Hollywood as powerful.
Last year, when I was 17, I was sexually assaulted by a much older man. I’m gradually learning how to talk about it — and make myself whole again.