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Corporate dreadlocs and other stories

19-Apr-10

Back in 2008, I wrote a piece that argued thus, on the subject of my preferred “hairstyle”: I am my hair. I am challenging, I am defiant, I do not apologize. And the next time some Wall Street multimillionaire or Oxbridge-educated middle-aged perpetually entitled white British editor encounters a twenty-something <insertracehere> woman from the Caribbean, [...]

On nomadism

03-May-09

I wrote this, elsewhere, three months ago: I am a stranger. I am estranged. I am a person without a country, without people, without kin. I rely more often on the kindness of strangers than the loyalty of friends. I watch those I love and loved and lost create lives in which I play no [...]

On knee-high boots on a tropical island, and other absurdities

11-May-08

“Seriously?” That word, that exclamation, that question-almost-rhetorical, defines my reaction to the Trinidad I have witnessed over the past two weeks. Women wearing knee-high leather boots on a sweltering hot day? Seriously? A Maserati roaring past on the highway? Seriously? Seven dollars for a loaf of bread? Eight dollars for chewing gum? Seriously? And so [...]

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