2016 In Review

By all accounts, 2016 was an abysmal year. That's why I found myself losing hours on Instagram to soothing images of slime. 

I hated myself when I benched 405, agonized over form while squatting 500, and regretted the first 33 years of my life even as I deadlifted 650. I had never lifted heavier or been unhappier.

Fandom allows us to locate some much-needed normalcy without ever accepting the current state of things as normal. 

Throughout my twenties and thirties I made dark jokes about the life expectancy of my breasts.

It wasn’t until my early twenties that I realized I’d failed at whiteness. And because I’d spent my childhood working so hard at it, I had failed at Asianness, too.