White. Upper-middle class. Male. College educated. These are the characteristics that define BernieBros: the fanatical supporters of Presidential hopeful Bernie Sanders. They are often volatile, and lash out at anyone who publicly criticizes Sanders. They swarm comment sections, Twitter feeds, and chat rooms, sniffing out dissent and striking, as if with a single hive […]

  “I’m just so scared about everything,” I cried to my mom one night. We were talking about what always seems to come up periodically throughout the year: my anxiety. Anxiety, the clever girl, sneaks up on me when I least expect it, my throat closing up, eyes welling with tears. It leaves me breathless […]

  Part 1: Write. Photocopy. Fold. Staple. Disseminate. Repeat. I first learned about zines in 1999, during the WTO protests in Seattle. A friend and I left high-school early (there was a city-wide curfew at that time) and wandered into an anarchist bookstore where a large group of people were gathered. Someone handed me what […]

“The world is burning.” “The Amazon rainforest is on fire.” “We all need to go vegan.” “But Africa is on fire too.” “The lungs of the earth, everyone, the lungs of the earth!” These reactions might seem overwhelming because they are. Recent news headlines and media comments about the Amazon rainforest have been downright alarming. How […]

At the moment, the only experience that seems harder than serving seven years in prison is being free. Yes, you read that correctly. Make no mistake. “Gratitude” doesn’t even begin to describe how it feels to  be home, reunited with my family. I can finally eat, sleep, and bathe when I want. I don’t have […]

  You don’t have to be likable to be electable. Unless you’re a woman. In the run-up to the 2016 election I remember reading a number of articles, tweets, and Facebook posts claiming Hillary Clinton was not likable enough to win the presidency. She was cold. She was out of touch. She wasn’t relatable.  I’m […]

  Although I am fond of my childhood memories, I prefer some distance from the city that some belong to. Yet, as I am getting older, I keep finding myself at my mother’s apartment, or specifically, at my childhood home in Guangzhou. Nostalgia floods through the barred windows of her apartment—the vibrations of construction work […]

  I was eighteen and frantic the first time I heard the word “dichotomy.” The person that said it was the complete opposite of me: white, preppy, prepared. My eyes bugged out—what does that mean? I remember looking around the room, helpless, for anyone else who also had no idea what that word meant. But […]