Say it with me now: Good dick is never worth disrespect.
At the age of ten, I dressed for myself.
All of us aren’t Indian. Seriously, stop.
Respond to texts promptly. “Sorry, I didn’t get your message” is not a valid excuse.
Refrain from passive-aggressively complaining about commuters inconveniencing you during your commute. In New York, we fight for what we what, be it space for holding on to the pole. We do not pussy-foot about.
The Silent Treatment is not a panacea for a warring couple. Bottling up the remainder of your anger and resentment only means that you will erupt again at a later date. No one likes a volcano. Don’t be a volcano.
I had also tried shaving off my unibrow but ended up cutting myself and I was too embarrassed to get it done professionally.
To the defiantly ignorant outsider, the hijab has been the representation of oppression, backwardness, poverty, misogyny, suffering.
I am startled by the number of women I come across who grasp their keys between their fingers as they walk home, ready; by the number of women I meet who jog home in heels if they must and knives in pockets.
There is so much that you will not know about the person you love; there is so much that you will not experience with them.