We are all multifaceted humans, and the communities we reside in must learn not to back away or shame someone who deviates from what is “traditional” in that particular community, but rather to embrace the fact that our identities are never meant to be boxed into one category.
I write this having just signed my lease for the next school year, petrified at the prospect of having to cook for myself EVERY DAY. Call it lazy, characteristic of the weird millennial-Gen Z hybrid I am — I don’t care, I am the leftover queen! When you’re raised by someone with a knack for cooking sans the recipes, you can’t help but feel like a fool every time you enter the kitchen (thanks Mom!). It’s more funny than it is tragic — from making playlists to slicing onions with goggles on, I don’t think any other activity better draws out my creativity.