A couple of months ago, I was working the door of Brandy Melville, a bohemian clothing store located in Orange County. Due to the new realities of the COVID-19 pandemic, employees are obligated to keep the store below maximum capacity — hence my facilitation of the...
I rarely discover television representative of my generation. No, really. I don’t see myself in the chaotic melodrama that is "Euphoria" or in the monster-hunting, clairvoyant children of "Stranger Things." Don’t get me wrong — both shows are magnificent. But with so...
We left on a whim. “A new job,” my father repeated. I had never been to America, or whatever they called it. “Global superpower, land of the free,”— all big phrases that I didn’t understand. The one that struck me the most, however, was “melting pot.” I’d like that —...
