cultural criticism
If someone had told me ten years ago that in 2018 we'd have two comics by major publishers with Pakistani-American protagonists, I might have dumped cold water on their head to make them talk sense. But here we are. We got our superhero in Kamala Khan, whom I love so much that even nearly five... Continue Reading →
This past weekend, I presented at Notable Pursuits, which is a showcase for local artists started by The Light House Project. This was the Anniversary episode, in honor of Deah, Yusor, and Razan, who tragically passed away three years ago, around this time. The organizers asked me to address hardship or struggle in my... Continue Reading →
I am a granddaughter of colonized people, who as children walked the bloody leagues from their old homes to the new ones they had been promised, in the most massive migration of people in human history. Rape and murder followed their caravans, and their destinations failed to fulfill the promise of recompense for what they... Continue Reading →
I first watched the original Star Wars trilogy the summer I was ten, because it came on TV and my older brother was in charge of the remote. I enjoyed it, but it didn't take up much real estate in my head afterwards beyond suddenly understanding previously mystifying pop culture references. I never ended up... Continue Reading →
Although the Trump administration’s Muslim ban has been temporarily halted by the courts, he has promised to replace it with something else, presumably equally repugnant and antithetical to American values. The ban has already had and will continue to have damaging effects on various American industries, and tomorrow night, it will be interesting to see... Continue Reading →
I finally saw this movie last weekend—I say finally because it's been my most anticipated movie since I first heard about it in September of last year—and it was even more powerful, essential and devastating than I had hoped. I Am Not Your Negro is a clear-eyed, courageous look at American society's relationship with race... Continue Reading →
On Saturday, I marched with millions of other women and some men, because I could not stay home and stay silent in such times. Over three million of us marched in the largest protest in United States history, and on every continent, women marched in solidarity with us. Marching isn't enough, of course, but it... Continue Reading →
Hi world. I've been thinking for a while about setting up my own little corner of the internet, where I can share the thoughts that sometimes make my brain a very noisy place until I let them out in the form of writing (usually at 2am). Why lovespill, which isn't even a real English word? (I... Continue Reading →
