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

Impostor syndrome seems to me to be a common affliction among successful women. Even the thought of calling myself a “successful woman” makes me bristle and feel like I’ve put some kind of jinx on myself.

Although I can see, objectively, that I’ve accomplished a lot and that I’ve worked really hard to get to where I am, my stupid, fragile sense of self-esteem will not allow me to accept that. I fear that allowing myself to experience a sense of pride or accomplishment will make it all go away. I’m convinced that every job I do will be my last and soon, I’ll be found out for the talent-less fraud that I really am.

It’s not my job to absolve your white guilt

It should not take our deaths for people to realize our worth

Meet Qahera, the Muslim superheroine fighting bigots instead of comic book villains

She was created by Egyptian illustrator and designer Deena Mohamed

I left New York City at the start of the pandemic. Now that I’m returning, I wonder what life will look like.

There’s so much about the city that I’ve missed