Imagine if each drink a guy brought you was like russian roulette: free pass, he owns you for the night or roll the dice again.
Archive for August, 2011
I don’t love the video, but I do like the song…mostly because it samples Avril.
Lately, I’ve had some frustrating encounters: I have to remind people that I am black and that makes me different but also the same.
When I go to the doctor for light therapy, I get asked if I’m reacting poorly to it. And I ask, how would I know if I were, which could be interpreted as a dick statement but let’s just be clear, right? And the response is: do you experience any sunburns? Umm…I’m black, I don’t really get burnt and I’m not really sure of what a sunburn entails.
Oh, that’s a sunburn?!? Oh no, I don’t have that problem.
I guess I should be happy I am being treated no differently, right? I will say yes despite how annoying it is to have to ask for definitions of ‘white people’ problems. However, this is not the case with my job where I have to remind people that I’m black, but it doesn’t define me in the way they believe it does.
I have heard from multiple sources that my group believes that I have a chip on my shoulder because I’m black, and one of the only ones in my group. And the way I am given advice is with caution so as not to rouse suspicion of racism and with kiddie gloves. Thanks? Actually, no thanks. I’ve been the only black for all of my primary and secondary school, athletics and in my friend groups…so why would I all of a sudden now have this chip?
I actually don’t, I have an issue with how my group does not know how to handle non-cookie cutter people. I’m different, always have been, but I don’t think it’s based on my race. Hell, black people think I’m weird too. I think differently, I ask questions, and I challenge conventions. I don’t think that’s even race-specific. But my group solves ‘my problems’ by providing me with black mentors so that I can work on feeling integrated into the group.
Perhaps you assess the situation like consultants and say you might be the problem. It’s not race, it’s class. It’s not race, is your close-mindedness. I’ts not race. It’s generational. It’s not race. It’s everything else. If it were about race, I would have left. Now, do I believe that they treat people similarly because they suffer from expectation biases such that all black males in the group have had this problem? Yes. Now it is about race. But it’s only about race because they treat you differently because they assume you feel different.
You should probably ask people…wait, can’t do that…it might be considered racist.
Tags: earthquakes, evacuation, smartphones
So as you may know we had an earthquake here in the Northeast earlier in the week, so that means I felt all of the shaking on the 48th floor of my building…which is also in the vicinity of Ground Zero.
As we received no direction of what to do people decided to take the long trek down the stairs – all 48 flights. It sucked, but not because of the distance but because the amount of people on their smartphones significantly slowed down the process. If it were a real emergency lives would have been lost because people did not think of safety first, but information first. And outside, the scene was the same: every single person on their smartphone.
I love how I love you more than you love yourself. #whitegirlproblems
No Country For Old Men…Exactly. Please die soon Dad so I can get the rest of my money!!! #YesImWaspy
My boyfriend hasn’t met me yet, but he knows me better than I know myself. #whitegirlproblems
I’ve had no good naps this week. #whitegirlproblems
I don’t feel fat today. What the fuck is wrong with me? #whitegirlproblems
Most white people make me sick too. #YesImWaspy
So it’s become apparent to me that I drank the Kool Aid, I got sucked into the Harvard machine. I thought that I should pursue a career where I was smart enough…nay entitled to. Instead, I’m now realizing both intellect and passion are necessary.
In order to be good at your job you (if you’re like me), you need to enjoy what you do. It’s not sufficient to be smart/qualified enough as that only takes you so far. I’m now at the ‘so far’ point and now have to figure out where my passion, intellect and wallet can go.
It’ll be an interesting road, and I’ll try not to drink any more Kool Aid and do what I want – not what is expected of people like me.
via Yanko Design
Tags: 20s, nyc, thought catalog
via Thought Catalog
1. Mail something
Whenever I have to mail something, I have a mini panic attack. First, I have to get stamps, which seems super daunting because I have no idea where they’re sold. Can I get one at my vegan co-op later or maybe the guy I’m sleeping with from Ok Cupid has some at his apartment. IDK! Then there is the terrifying dilemma of acquiring an envelope. Once you manage to get these two things, you have to somehow put them together and handwrite things. Lastly, you have to search for something called a mailbox. I’ve heard about mailboxes in movies but I’ve yet to see one in real life. Honestly, flying Virgin to give someone something seems more feasible these days. Like I’ve heard of the band The Postal Service but I didn’t know that it was based on a real thing, okay?
2. Call someone on the phone
Phone conversations are reserved solely for job interviews and awkward shame-spiraling conversations with your parents. “Dad, I know I’ve been interning for a year but I really think they’re going to hire me soon. Can’t you just respect that I’m having a hard time right now?” I love texting people really serious things and then ignoring them when they then call in a panic. “Yesterday was really hard emotionally. I think I’m moving back home.” RING, RING. “Um, I’m in a movie right now. Can’t talk.” When I say that I love doing this, I really mean “What the hell is wrong with my generation? Pick up your damn phone. I can see that you’ve just tweeted something. Don’t insult me!”
3. Say no
Saying no to things is really hard in your twenties. “Sure, I’ll go to lunch with you even though I would rather eat glass. Sure, I’ll go to your house party in Crown Heights because it’s Saturday night and I just finished watching every episode of Ally McBeal on Netflix Instant. Sure, I’ll do opium tea. Sounds scary but whatever!” You haven’t been screwed over enough yet to reject everything like you do in your thirties. I mean, I’m nowhere near thirty but I hope it involves being able to say no to a lot of things. Is this true? Can I say no on my thirtieth birthday?
4. Save money/ make money/ do anything positive with money
Money: How do you make it? How do you make a lot of it and not spend it all when you’re wasted? I really wish Suze Orman would help a twentysomething sister out. Like how do you get from Point Starving And Eating 2 Dollar Falafel Glamour to Point Taking This Twenty Dollar Cab Is NBD And I Might Go On Vacay For A Sec Because I’m Worth It. Do you ever wonder how everyone survives? Like where does their money come from? How do they have it because you know they aren’t getting paid anything at their job. There must be a secret trust fund I’m unaware of. That, or I just live in wealthy cities.
5. Tell the truth/ commit to plans
Lying is a twentysomething’s full-time job. Whether it’s to get out of pre-existing plans, composing our resumes, or admitting the amount we drank last night, we always seem to be covering our tracks and stretching the truth. I mostly lie to get out of pre-existing plans. As a result, I think my friends think I’m perpetually hungover and vomiting, which I AM, OKAY? Don’t let anyone tell you different…
6. Speak in proper English
Sowwy we can’t. We love to type lYkE disS (4 irony) and speak in abrevs.
I love watching a movie while writing and texting and maybe masturbating while hanging out with my best friends!!! Wait, what were you saying again? You’re leaving your boyfriend and becoming a nun? OMG, hold on. Let me just finish this text real quick and then we can talk about it.
via The Sartorialist
The beauty is in the di-color simplicity.
Can you give me a hand? This salad’s not gonna purge itself. #whitegirlproblems
I used to think I was gorge but now I think I’m just adorbs. #whitegirlproblems
Sadly, “unemployed” doesn’t always mean “independently wealthy.” #whitegirlproblems
I "Love" rap but only "Like" black people. How does that work? #YesImWaspy
I took an inch and a half off of my hair today. I feel naked…and roofied…and raped. Is it cute though? #whitegirlproblems
My last name is worth more than money. #YesImWaspy
Tags: race, science
A research grant application from a black scientist to the National Institutes of Health is markedly less likely to win approval than one from a white scientist, a new study reported on Thursday.
Even when the researchers made statistical adjustments to ensure they were comparing apples to apples – that is, scientists at similar institutions with similar academic track records – the disparity persisted. A black scientist was one-third less likely than a white counterpart to get a research project financed, the study found.
"It is striking and very disconcerting," said Donna K. Ginther, a professor of economics at the University of Kansas who led the study. "It was very unexpected to find this big of a gap that couldn’t be explained."
The findings are being published in Friday’s issue of the journal Science.
At the N.I.H., which commissioned the study, top officials said they would follow up to figure out the causes of the disparity and take steps to fix it.
"This situation is not acceptable," said Dr. Francis S. Collins, the director of the N.I.H., a federal medical research agency. "This is not one of those reports that we will look at and then put aside."
The researchers said they did not know whether the panels that reviewed the grant applications were discriminating against black applicants, whether applications from black researchers were somehow weaker, or whether a combination of factors was at play.
In the study, Dr. Ginther and her colleagues looked at 83,000 grant applications from 2000 to 2006. For every 100 applications submitted by white scientists, 29 were awarded grants. For every 100 applications from black scientists, 16 were financed.
After the apples-to-apples statistical adjustments, the gap narrowed but still existed.
The medical research community has long struggled to recruit more minority scientists. For example, about 2.9 percent of full-time medical school faculty members are black, Dr. Collins said; according to census figures, blacks make up 12.6 percent of the population. But the study now shows that the few blacks who do enter research are not on an even playing field.