Discussion of news topics with a point of view, including narratives by individuals regarding their own experiences

We’re in the midst of an exciting era where makeup is no longer “just for girls” — it’s an art form for all genders. But in my experience, makeup wasn’t always an avenue for self-expression; it became a shield.

For years, I was afraid to leave my house without wearing makeup. I used to believe that if I didn’t look pristine, it would be my own fault if I encountered microaggressions. Now, after 15 years of adding extra hours in my daily routine to look “presentable,” I have grown tired of worrying. My relationship with makeup has evolved to become a source of joy, not a mask to hide behind.

Welcome to Menstrualand, the world’s first period theme park

This place isn’t real, but I sure wish it were

I signed up for the extra money, but cat-sitting came with unexpected benefits

House-sitting and cat-sitting have been healing

I’m half-Mexican, but I pass for white. Here’s what it feels like to inhabit two racial identities.

I’m fiercely proud of my heritage, but can’t fully immerse myself due to a language barrier