I’m kind of a sucker for the American dream. America is the land of possibilities, of glitter and glamour, of making wishes come true, of starting at the bottom and going all the way up. In America, you can be anything, and everything is beautiful and amazing.
Dear WB-readers, My name is Fannah. I’m a 24-year-old, third-year English student who’s going to New York next semester and ideally (idyllically) wants to become a writer. I’ve been a member of the Writer’s Block board since September and I’ve written two other articles for this website already. But I had a much more controversial … More On Being Possible: the White-Passing and the Black European
I like being a secretary. I keep track of all the information that comes in, keep it updated with checklists, and visualize it all in tables and graphs. It’s nice. It’s clear. It makes sense. In fact, I like it so much that I did the same thing with my Tinder matches.
When I was in my awkward, painful late teens, romantic comedies were all the rage. Girls my age couldn’t stop thinking—and talking—about the dreamy guys featured in movies like The Notebook, Mean Girls and Twilight. (I realize that these must seem ancient by now.) We all wanted a Noah, Aaron, Edward or Jacob. But we … More How To Love Boys