SAM Frida

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...

This is for the feelers. The ones who think too much, feel too much, and apologize for both. You know who you are. You are the one rehearsing the message before you send it. You are the one still explaining yourself for the third time because the first two times...

Guto Cidreira says depth is the new luxury. Finishing a book. Talking without a phone at the table. Thinking about a problem for more than ten minutes. For me it isn't a luxury. It's a need. Unfortunate or fortunate, that's my acceptance. Accepting myself. Accepting...

I don't have the energy to keep understanding people who don't try to understand back. I've spent so much of my life doing the work. Reading the subtext. Filling in the gaps someone left because they couldn't be bothered to say the thing directly. Translating silence...