Millennials and Economic Justice
I’m a millennial. I’m a recent college graduate—no matter how much more established colleagues in their late twenties and early thirties say, “I know how hard it is to be a recent grad” or an MSNBC (or any other news network) panel of non-millennials (read: older white dudes who seem to be the sole media [...]
...read moreWomen and Emotional Vulnerability
TRIGGER WARNING: A jackass in the comments section brings up date rape in an extremely uncouth and tasteless manner. Tonight I’m writing about something inspired by a conversation I had with someone I work with. He’s the type of straight man who is sensitive and in touch with his emotions. He’s the type of straight [...]
...read moreI Heart Hamas (and Other Things I’m Afraid To Tell You)
I was 16 when I first became aPro Palestine activist, when after growing up in an area with few other Arab Americans outside of my family, I went to an event commemorating Al Nakba, the mass expulsion of the Palestinians in 1948. I was struck with the tragedy—but I also was a sixteen year old [...]
...read moreSex, Lies and Fetishizing Race
I was gchatting with a friend this weekend—we were talking about making controversial points, and the importance of making them anyway. We were talking about telling stories of communities of color into the often white myopia of academic feminism. This quickly became about fetishizing race, which quickly became about sex. (You know, gchat conversations—they cover [...]
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Choice: It’s None of Your Business
It’s that age. I have one friend who is hosting her baby shower. I have another friend who is waiting at an abortion clinic. Another friend—of the friend who is having a baby—just bought a pink blanket with baby elephants on it for the baby shower. I’ve been sending my other friend funny text messages [...]
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The Supremes at Dr. King’s Funeral
Happy Friday! Since I’m a little drained from the week, and you’re probably a little drained from the week, I’ll leave you with a beautiful photo. It’s the Supremes at Dr. King’s funeral.
...read moreOn Being A Good Lebanese Girl
Or a good Greek girl. Or a good Indian girl. Or a good Mexican girl. Or a good any-ethnicity-that-has-ever-been-shoved-down-your-throat-ever girl. I want you to meet Charlie. Charlie and I met each other just a little over a year ago—but I can’t believe it’s only been that short. He was holding an appletini and talking about [...]
...read moreMy Views On National Security As A Seventh Grader, and How it Took A Social Movement to Make Me Proud to Be An American
America. Baby, it’s complicated. But like all complicated relationships, underneath it all, I love you. It wasn’t always like this. We’ve been on quite a journey. It started when I was eleven—my first week of Middle School. I heard my mother on the phone with my father in the other room. “Oh my god. That’s [...]
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What Doesn’t Belong? Or, that Awkward Vacant Condominium on My Block.
I live on a funny little street corner in Brooklyn. If you walk in one direction, there is Greenpoint—filled with Polish bakeries and businesses, and perhaps one of my favorite shop signs in all of New York City. In another direction is Williamsburg—filled with coffee shops, vegan restaurants, bicycles and hipsters in flannel shirts and [...]
...read moreHello! Thanks for Having Me.
Hi There! For those who don’t know me already, I’m Anna–or perhaps my nom du tweet, @agoodcuppa. I am a writer (no way, the guest blogger is a writer!), a social justice activist and rabbel rouser, and an unapologetic feminist with a bleeding heart. I hail from the Bay Area in California. My mother is [...]
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