I have a lot of thoughts & write about them sometimes.
Like Mother, Like Daughter: A tribute to the woman behind Women of Silicon Valley
Published on Medium
"I develop software. I call my expectation for respect and impatience with racist, misogynistic bullshit “feminism.” And although it’s apparently a mandate for all white people, I refuse to eat kale because it was sent by one of Satan’s many forms, Whole Foods, to defile all that is good, ethnic, and edible in this world.
So I guess by conventional standards, I am a strong, free-thinking woman of color. But by familial standards, I am nothing if not my mother’s daughter.
Towering at 5 feet tall, my mom looks like your typical sweet-faced Asian lady, and because of it, many people assume she’s compliant. But that is their worst mistake..."
Published on Medium / the Huffington Post & featured on Florence's municipal paper the Florentine
"You’re a college student abroad. You’re on your own journey of self-indulgence through the Tuscan countryside with nothing but the boots on your feet and leather jacket on your back.
You hike to Fiesole alone, wander Siena alone, trace the entire perimeter of Florence with your own two feet, always alone. You may trip a lot on the cobblestone but you are, without a doubt, the best travel companion you’ve ever had. And for the first time in a long time, you like being with yourself.
Then you meet him at a bar..."
"To boast of cutting corners in countries where human beings depend on literal dollars, table scraps of your hourly income, to feed their families for entire weeks holds no repute for me. And to begrudge people whose cultures and languages you probably aren’t even going to take the time to learn, whose lands have been forcibly colonized by Western nations, and whose economies have been rendered codependent ever since, coerced into sectors the West now scoffs as “third-world” — sex tourism and agriculture — does not impress me...”
"..Having all my trials and tribulations, including my sexual harassment, reduced to me simply being a “young, whiney bitch” still hurt. I couldn’t handle it. So I ignored my feelings away, reassumed auto-pilot, and let all the inadequacies I’d read about myself on the Internet fester beneath the surface.
Which brings me to Valentine’s Day. More than ever, confronted by feelings and humanity and expressions of love all around me, I felt the crushing weight of my robotic life — and finally, I couldn’t carry it anymore. I hiked up to the top of the Dish, sat in a ditch and just cried..."