SAM Frida

There comes a point in some relationships when nothing dramatic happens. There is no argument. No betrayal. No final confrontation. There is only clarity. For years, I believed that if I could just find the right words, I would finally be understood. So I explained....

Twenty nine thousand people applied to the founding cohort of MasterClass Executive’s program with Chicago Booth. Seven hundred and five were accepted. I am one of them. I have been sitting with that ratio for two weeks now, since orientation started, and I still...

Anyone can sell you a narrative. You don't have to buy it. If you buy it, it resonates. That's the whole trick. And if it's a shitty narrative, that resonance often means hating other people. Looking down on them. Deciding who counts and who doesn't. Ask yourself why...

Someone sent me an Instagram post this week from a GP tuition account called Classicle Club, teasing an essay about "Chinese privilege" in Singapore. The caption asks if the concept is an American import, and if that makes it wrong. It asks if the Chinese of this...

You know the person. The cousin who skips the family gathering. The coworker who never joins the group chat banter. The friend who seems to disappear for months at a time. Somewhere along the way, someone decided this person is a loner, and the label sticks: something...

This is a man who oversaw the Justice Department’s handling of the Epstein files while serving as deputy attorney general, files that survivors say were mishandled, delayed, and released with their private information exposed. He is the man Trump wants in the top law...

There are two kinds of vulnerability, and for a long time I thought they were the same thing. The first kind hands someone something real and waits. It's an exchange, even if it doesn't announce itself as one. I show you mine, you show me yours. When that doesn't...

I keep thinking about the women in the Epstein files. Not the names in headlines, not the men who get to keep their careers while the world argues about who knew what and when. The women. The ones who were children when this started for some of them. The ones whose...

There was a version of me who heard a friendly voice on the phone and believed the friendliness was the whole story. Warm tone, easy laugh, nothing to worry about. That version of me took people at the surface because the surface was all I knew how to read. That's not...