You might remember from my previous post, but I recently got hired to teach some yoga sessions at our local college gym. It’s a pretty sweet job: you get paid super well, you have super flexible hours, and, oh yes, you get to feel a super overwhelming sense of betrayal to your own culture for … Continue reading am i culturally appropriating my own culture? asking for a friend
So the other day, I was shopping at my local Kroger, and the next thing on my list of groceries was bread. Bread: a basic, simple, and easy product. Okay, I think to myself, I got this. I look over at the basic bread aisle and see whole wheat bread, cinnamon raisin bread, white bread. … Continue reading hi my name is rosie and i hate making decisions
“Find your breath and center your awareness,” I say, looking around the room and trying not to sound as nervous as I feel. In a desperate attempt to fill the dreaded silence, I spew out some more inspirational pseudoscience to my class: “Connect each movement with intention… uniting the breath, body, and mind. And with … Continue reading confessions of an anxiety-ridden yoga teacher
Have you ever watched your friend date a complete and total loser but haven’t been able to do anything about it? And, to be clear, by loser, I don’t mean some raccoon-ass ho from Alpha Kappa Pi that keeps cheating on her with Stacy from down the hall; I mean an actual emotionally-manipulative human being … Continue reading when will my beautiful best friend stop taking back her loser ex-boyfriend?
All summer long I’ve been clamped up in my hometown, struggling through nine credit hours of summer class work. But finally, at long last, I’ve finished all my finals and it’s come to a beautiful and victorious end. I’ll never have to look at another financial accounting worksheet ever again… until next semester starts up. … Continue reading take me back to canada
Ah, San Francisco: your idealized dream city. The classic embodiment of charm and beauty and flawless weather. The mountains and the ocean and the breath of culture has enamored many hearts (mine included). I mean—how could you not fall in love with this city, with everything that she has to offer? I’ll tell you how: … Continue reading san francisco stole my heart (and also everything that i own)
There's this sort of identity crisis you face when you’re a first generation kid trying to navigate yourself into a middle-ground between clashing cultures —feeling disconnected from an average American who’s lived here for generations, but also not as attached to your parent’s culture as you ought to be. Despite the Nepali blood running through … Continue reading my first nepali wedding: featuring white wine and identity conflicts