Remember that time you saw a really amazing live show? You couldn’t help but jump out of your seat and clap so hard your hands felt raw afterwards. Or when you heard a great lecture or stirring speech, and felt connected to the people around you by joining in with their applause? Now, remember when you last read a story that turned your thinking upside down, offering a new look at a topic that you’d never considered before. Was tapping a heart icon one time enough? Was it satisfying?
Today we’re hoping to change that. Rolling out to Medium users…
Be modern but not too forward. Be feminist but not overtly so. Speak your mind but know when to shut up and defer to a man. Negotiate every part of your identity with the society you live in, so you can live as a woman and still feel sexy and confident in yourself, while remaining integrated into the society and people around you.
Don’t smile so much. Don’t frown so much. Don’t be happy. Don’t be cold. Don’t raise your voice. Don’t be shrill. Don’t be too serious. Don’t laugh too much.
You enjoy being pretty and pampered. You feel…
Words have meaning. They have impact, and carry the power to make people think differently.
Media coverage of the incoming administration cannot simply be taken and absorbed at face value. The media’s inability to name things requires us all to read critically and understand exactly what’s really happening behind the softened words. Racism should be called out as such; sexism, bigotry, misogyny, and xenophobia are all concepts with proper names designated.
In this post-truth, post-reason fucking wild west we now find ourselves living in, here’s a working list of common media cop-outs and how to recognize them for what they really are.
This story is part of the Internet Time Machine, a collection about life online in the 2010s.
Snapchat is a prime example of what happens when you don’t have enough people of color building a product.
Yesterday, in the Audacity of Whiteness: Snapchat released a blatantly racist yellowface filter, which excessively slants your eyes, rounds your cheeks, and adds buckteeth for good measure. The company maintains this filter is “anime-inspired.”
Buuuullshit. Anime characters are known for their angled faces, spiky and colorful hair, large eyes, and vivid facial expressions.
This is quite literally yellowface, a derogatory and offensive caricature of…
I have a lot of dreams. Hazy and unformed, fuzzy and far in the distance.
Pictures of a future filtered one too many times.
These are the dreams that remain pleasantly unshaped, the ones where I imagine myself in snapshots of a different life — working independently in sunny LA, walking our husky with my boyfriend in Seattle, sketching along the Seine, or reading while eating you tiao for breakfast in Beijing.
There’s a certain comfort in keeping these dreams fuzzy, because then I don’t feel a pressing need to do the hard shit that comes after having a clear…
Monday mornings I try to get into the office earlier for some focus time before the workplace really starts buzzing. But this Monday was a special day for those of us closer to the tech industry — it was the morning of the Apple event.
So instead I spent my morning half working, half watching the WWDC keynote gathered around desks with my co-workers. One of the first sessions was on watchOS.
Stacey Lysik presented a new handwriting feature for messaging on watchOS 3 called “Scribble.” To showcase the language capabilities of Scribble, Stacey demoed the handwriting recognition not only…
It’s amazing how I can walk by a place every single day but still miss so much. Still not truly perceive what I see.
I walk down 16th Street to the BART station every day for work. I pass this bagel shop called Katz, and every day I look inside, battling my constant craving for a warm toasted bagel with a thick layer of cream cheese. And I always walk on the same side of the street as the bagel shop.
But today! Today, I walked on the other side of 16th Street because I woke up early enough to…
This post is excerpted from my newsletter, pamplemousse.
I recently started a new project at work that I’m really pumped for. Partly because it’s a large, substantive project, an opportunity for a foundational reframing of our product. But a big part of my excitement is more selfish, because this is an idea that I’ve been hovering around for a little while now. It’s something we’ve touched on previously, that we’ve talked about, prototyped, and even built towards tangentially — but haven’t addressed a truly foundational, big picture way.
When I’ve explained this project to my colleagues, there’s a pretty consistent…
“This will do.”
I have a lot of stuff. I’ve also been labeled a “packing mouse” by my mom. She means packrat.
There are purchases made purely out of necessity — the kind of buying that’s like, shit my period is tomorrow and I am all out of tampons. I buy some things just because — that delicious pink mimosa candle smells too good to pass up, or a cute dress that’s on sale and makes my legs look skinnier. And then there are what I call my “maybe someday” purchases. Just in case. Maybe someday in the future, I’ll…
I paid $6 for an overpriced airport bagel, because I’m hungry and while I try usually not to indulge in breakfast bagels, I had to wake up at 4.30 this morning so I wanted to treat myself.
“Over medium,” I replied, when you asked me how I wanted my eggs.
I waited, in eager anticipation of my over medium egg, sausage, and cheddar, all wrapped together tightly in a warm bagel.
I took the finished product to my gate. Opened the lid of the box and was greeted with a wonderful aroma, the kind that smells like greasy…