Mami
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Mami

Our relationship was often at odds because, unlike me, my mother could walk effortlessly into a party, shoulders back, head held high like a dame, drawing people like she was goddamn da Vinci. Everyone was her friend and they would rush over to greet her, exchange gossip, and share in raucous laughter over something or other.

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Where Did the Laughs Go?: A Defense of Comedy
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Where Did the Laughs Go?: A Defense of Comedy

“You’ve never seen Friday?!” my boyfriend, Albert, exclaimed. I blinked unabashedly, shrugging my shoulders at his incredulity, and shaking my head, no. “You have to watch this movie, it’s one of my favorites. I know every line by heart, that’s how much I’ve seen it. I can’t believe you’ve never seen it. It’s really funny.” Well funny I know, I thought, assuaging my bruised ego. It was early in our relationship, and considering myself something of a connoisseur of films, I was hurt that Albert was already calling me out for not watching one of the best comedies ever made. I prided myself in having watched all the classic films that cinema had to offer, albeit I could count on one hand the number of comedies I owned: Sixteen Candles and The Mask.

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A Spark of Light: Pro-the-Life-of-the-Woman
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A Spark of Light: Pro-the-Life-of-the-Woman

A Spark of Light, a novel written by the prolific and brilliant writer Jodi Picoult, is a great story that I really enjoyed reading, and where I happened to learn the most truths about abortion clinics. In an interview on C-Span conducted in December in 2018 (it can be found on Picoult’s website) Picoult said that she loves the concept of the novel as a medium to educate people on social justice.

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Pelo Malo
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Pelo Malo

I remember the first time I felt pain because it happened when I was four years old, getting my hair straightened by my mother’s friend. The hot comb, which had gingerly hovered inches from my face, suddenly slipped from my hairdresser’s hands long enough to brand me like livestock.

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The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina:Illuminating the Path of Night
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The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina:Illuminating the Path of Night

The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina isn’t a reboot, revival or rip-off of the 90’s sitcom Sabrina the Teenage Witch... no, it’s so much better. It’s a series based in horror that touches on the occult, cannibalism, necromancy, exorcisms—in short, so distant from anything shown on the G rated sitcom that you can’t compare the two more than the characters’ names and source of inspiration.

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Beyonce’s Lemonade
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Beyonce’s Lemonade

After Beyoncé surprised the world with the release of her self-titled fifth album, Beyoncé, without the pomp and circumstance of a traditional roll out, I became a more ecstatic fan of her music as Beyoncé explored, among other things, her insecurities, sexuality, and motherhood, bringing even more honesty and grit to her songs.

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Anti-Confederate
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Anti-Confederate

Early this year while I was walking my Schipperke around my suburban neighborhood, I saw something that struck me so deeply I had to do a double-take. Surely, I hadn’t just seen what I saw: Positioned on the upper right hand corner, on the back windshield of a blue Ford truck, fastened like a badge, was the unmistakable “Southern cross” of the Confederate flag; to add insult to injury, the statement “Never Apologize For Being Right!” was emblazoned across the front.

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F.A.I.L.
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F.A.I.L.

Fall and Invite Loss. The best piece of advice I never got was to fail and to fail constantly. Lessons I could’ve learned in my adolescence evaded me because I wanted to stay in my shell. I didn’t go through the same experiences as my peers because I was so shy and preferred to stay out of things and be more of an observer. While my friends had jobs in high school and were able to buy the clothes they wanted to wear, which our parents couldn’t afford, I was constantly told I didn’t have to work.

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