An Open Life

I had been foolish, once again, to let my heart be torn open by men. My mother had warned me about this once. Strict, autocratic, with a tinge of neuroticism dyed into her every nerve, she had ruled over my household with an iron fist. No wonder – she had escaped communist China with her…

Toya Graham is Not Your Hero

Toya Graham, the woman all over the media for slapping her 16 year old son on camera in order to stop him from rioting in Baltimore, is not your hero. She was not trying to embarrass him. She was trying to save his life; she didn’t want him to be another hashtag, another Freddie Gray.…

Bitchtopia’s Albany “Albabies” Meet-Up

This weekend was totally magical. Friday, we met some fans in Albany, NY at a ‘lil party and wiggled our butts to good music. Saturday, we watched the Tweens + Cosmonauts + Cloud Nothings grace the stage at the “new” Valentine’s. Sunday, we had a wonderful meet-up in Washington Square Park. Sunday was our first official meet-up, and…

The Only Sister I’ll Have

My sister Michelle* was born three and a half years before me. She taught me to ride my bicycle without training wheels and less successfully tried to teach me how to inline skate. Throughout my childhood, I wanted to be just like my intelligent, artistic, athletic, and driven sister. In September 2013, Michelle was hospitalized…

Culture and Other Bittersweet Things

As a female raised on American soil but in the depths of Indian traditions, there are countless thoughts that haunt me daily about the life I’m expected to lead and the life I might have led alike. My parents aren’t your stereotypical Indian parents that force their kids to pursue a medical career, fill up…